Jenny Date 1, Part 4: Spin The Bottle

Jenny

The room is electric. Mona’s crotch is still exposed, her legs partially open and panties not yet adjusted. Mineko is blissed out from pets, makeup job smeared with Mona’s love juices. Andromeda is blushing furiously, eyes torn between the aftermath of the nekomata’s work and the gay sex scene on display. Gaia has pulled her thong aside, rubbing her clit. Ootah looks painfully straining against her panties, fumbling to unzip them.

And Jenny is way too turned on. So many firsts in that moment. First time watching people have sex in person. First time watching that particular sex act in person. First time watching someone masturbate to people having sex in the room. First time watching Mona cum.

Gawd, I am going to sound so dumb right now. Still, the party must go on.

“Totes cute, gal pals. But, it’s, like, totally time for, like, our next activity or whatever. Ophs?”

Mona stops petting Mineko, who slowly comes back to reality. Ophelia, a little flushed herself, walks in with a bottle of half filled vodka. She sets it on the table, then, noticing the tremor in Jenny’s legs, helpfully explains the game. “Spin the bottle, ladies. Each of you will take a spin. Whoever it lands on, you will kiss. You can either do it in public or in the closet for the old ‘Seven Minutes in Svartlheim.’ Classic slumber party game.”

The tension in the room somehow turns up a degree. Andromeda stares at everyone’s mouths, her blue painted lips pursed in anticipation. Ootah smirks, eying everyone hungrily. Jenny feels her heart pounding in her chest. I am going to end up kissing at least one person tonight. This is happening...

Mineko is giddy in anticipation. She is on all fours, tails waggling, chirping, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Gaia stops rubbing herself, scooting down to be able to reach the bottle. Ophelia leans over to hold the bottle, noting, “I believe Mona should get the first spin.”

Mona, who seems to be vibrating with excitement, gets into position. She can barely squeak out, “Okay.” Leaning over, the ring on that pink ribbon dangling, she gives the bottle a spin. Everyone watches the bottle rotate. Jenny’s eyes flit from Mona’s lips to the neck of the bottle. It slows, then stops on Mineko.

The cat-girl looks at Mona in anticipation, chanting, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“Did you want to do this privately or...”

Mineko doesn’t give Mona a chance to finish, pouncing into the mistress’s lap. Kitty paws grabbing Mona’s breasts, the nekomata swallows the combination of the rest of the sentence and startled noises as she aggressively makes out with the mistress. She grabs the bottle with one of her tails and gets it spinning.

Mineko: +4 XP (Kiss the Girl, x2 bonus [First Time Contestant participant])

Wow. Mineko has really grown these past few days.

The bottle spins. The girls are barely watching it, as the sight of Mineko devouring Mona’s face is much more interesting. No one notices the bottle stopping.

When Mineko finally pulls away, they both gasp. Mineko starts panting, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Mona, face a little blue, gasps, “You need to spin the bottle, my precious cat-girl!”

The cat-girl turns over and sees the bottle pointing at Andromeda. Her butt wiggles and she scurries over to the arcanist android. This time, she looks nervous. “Is this okay, Mona?”

“Of course, if both Andromeda and you are comfortable with it.”

Mineko looks back at Andromeda. “Kiss? Kiss? Kiss? Kiss?”

Andromeda opens her mouth and her tongue extends, wrapping around Mineko’s chest, rubbing against those cute little kitty nipples. The nekomata is pulled into Andromeda’s lap, and the frog-like tongue retracts. The kiss is not the romantic mauling of a wild animal, but something simpler, less dramatic. Andromeda keeps an eye on Mona the whole time.

Andromeda: +1 XP (Kiss the Girl [Mineko])

Mineko: +1 XP (Kiss the Girl [Andromeda])

When the kiss breaks, Mineko’s eyes are glazed over. Gaia spins the bottle. It rotates several times, ending where it began.

Gaia carefully scoops up the dazed cat and places her in her spot for the game. She then saunters over to Andromeda and coos, “Does the kiss have to be on the lips?”

“That sounds like a rule escalation. Perhaps next round?” the arcanist android offers, eyebrow arched.

“Boo!” Mona and Gaia exclaim simultaneously. Gaia’s boo does get swallowed by the sudden insertion of Andromeda’s tongue down the temporary mouse-girl’s throat. Gaia sucks on it, as Andromeda uses a loop of that wet muscle to pull the former terrorist closer. Their lips more or less make contact, then gets a better purchase as Andromeda retracts her tongue. Gaia grasps a handful of Andromeda’s firm bottom as the two stand and make out.

Andromeda: +1 XP (Kiss the Girl [Gaia])

Gaia: +1 XP (Kiss the Girl [Andromeda])

“My turn,” Andromeda pants, once contact breaks, “I suppose. Let’s see if my jaw survives one more...”

Andromeda bends down to spin. Her strappy lingerie provides very little support. The bottle rotates and stops on the mistress.

Andromeda moves to stand before Mona. She looks the mistress over. “We didn’t define what this is between us yesterday, but please understand that I want this.”

“I want this too, Andromeda.”

Andromeda leans down, her barely constrained breasts dangling. Mona grabs a handful of robo-boob and the back of Andromeda’s neck. Andromeda does the same. They pull each other closer. When their lips collide, sparks (figuratively) fly. Gaia whoops.

Mona is panting as they come apart, then she falls back on the couch. Andromeda rolls her hips just so as she saunters back to her spot.

Ootah leans forward to spin. Once again, the bottle rotates. It stops, eventually, on the recovered Mineko.

The orc, nearly two feet taller, looms over the cat-girl. “Ready?” the orc huskily growls.

Mineko, eyes haven’t moved from the strained bulge in Ootah’s panties, just nods. Ootah picks the girl up by the scruff of her neck and kisses her. Mineko’s tails twitch. It stops too soon.

Mineko: +1 XP (Kiss the Girl [Ootah])

Ootah: +1 XP (Kiss the Girl [Mineko])

Jenny stares at the bottle. This is it. My turn. Gawd, can I even do this? Can I just kiss a girl like that? What if I hate it after Experimental Elderberry fades? What would Tessa think? She closes her eyes and spins. She listens to the bottle rotate, slow, then stop. She holds her breath; she can’t look.

A hand gently grabs her shoulder, then presses into the small of her back. Jenny hears doors open, then close behind her. She still can’t bring herself to open her eyes.

“Jenny, are you okay?”

Mona. It had to be Mona. Okay, Jenny, we can do it...

“Totes.”

“Please open your eyes.”

Jenny does. She sees them both in what must be Mona’s closet. Mona is focused, likely trying to use her empathy transformation.

“We can just sit here for a while. No pressure. Okay? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. It’s just a silly little game.”

“Fer shure, I, like, totes wanna mack on you, but, like, I’m, like, nervous?”

Mona scoots closer and grabs hold of one of Jenny’s hands. She idly runs her thumb across the back of the dryad’s hand. “We can talk about it. What are you nervous about?”

“Bimbo talk, like, makes it hard. Too horny to, like, talk good.”

Mona nods, saying, “I guess there were a lot of firsts tonight?”

Jenny nods. She can at least do that without sounding like a brainless bimbo.

Mona nods right back. “Okay. Do you want to kiss me?”

Experimental Elderberry is going haywire. She is so turned on. The idea of having her first kiss as a dryad, her first kiss with a woman, her first kiss while half-dressed, is all so much right now. She doesn’t answer with a nod. Instead, she cups Mona’s cheek and turns her head just so. She leans in. Contact is made. The world explodes into stars.

Jenny: +2 XP (Kiss the Girl)

Jenny: +8 XP (Mistress Brought Contestant to Orgasm [Kissgasm], x4 bonus [First Time Both Participants])

And, when she pulls back, she realizes that she feels nothing. She doesn’t want to do it again. She’s perfectly straight.

And then the tears come.

Mona

Okay, Mona, you are sitting in a closet with a girl that just kissed you and is crying. Don’t be offended. Don’t let your ego get bruised. It’s okay. So, she didn’t like kissing you? So what?

Mona squeezes Jenny’s hand. She sits and lets her cry. Eventually, the quiet becomes too much. “So, how badly did I mess up?”

“Wha? Huh?” Jenny uses the heel of her free hand to smear away the tears. Her voice is snotty with the residual effects of crying, “You didn’t mess up. I did. I should have just stewed in my arousal and not done anything about it.”

Mona used Prestidigitation to clean Jenny’s face. No need for her to have ruined mascara drip down her cheeks. “I mean, now you know?”

A snotty snort is what Mona gets. “Great. I’m straight in a girl’s harem and it’s going to break Tessa’s heart. Wonderful...”

It’s Mona’s turn to caress Jenny’s cheek. “Hey, why does it have to break Tessa’s heart?”

Jenny’s sniffles really make Mona wish she had a hanky or something. She uses Prestidigitation again, and a plain handkerchief appears in her hand. She hands Jenny the magical temporary rag, and the dryad blows her nose. The room smells a bit more like cherries, which is weird.

“‘Cause I would be telling her that I like being with her, but can’t get myself to want to be with her that way. How cruel is that? I want to be your girlfriend but I don’t want to kiss you, ever? I just can’t...”

Mona puts a finger to Jenny’s lips and shushes her. “No, none of that. There is a solution to this and you know it. Your minor quest, remember?”

“With everything that happened at the wedding...”

“So,” Mona, not wanting either of them dwelling on the mess in the Garden, barrels through, “We figure out how you want us to go, you get to claim your reward, and you can decide to be into kissing Tessa.”

Jenny blinks. She closes her eyes and leans back. “Will you be happy with any answer? And can it change?”

“Yes, and probably? I guess it depends on the change...”

Text notifications fire off. Mona summons her phone to check. The results...

“Tyalangan says, and I am paraphrasing, that she won’t count the quest complete unless your decision is honest and reflects the bare minimum positive relationship you want with me. So, you can’t ask for us to get married, then take it back. But you could say ‘let’s be platonic friends,’ then later decide that you want to marry me.”

Jenny sits, unmoving, for a while. Mona kind of wants to get up for a snack, but knows that she should be responsible about both her harem and her diet, so she sits.

“I’m sorry, but the question is really hard. I barely know you. I like what I do know. I know you are sweet and kind and caring. And I know that the Hotel is going to make us have some kind of relationship. But, who I really want is Tessa.”

“Then be with Tessa. You can just be my gal pal. That’s fine.” Mona tries to smile; she’s glad Jenny isn’t looking at her, because she’s not sure how convincing her smile is right now.

“I hope you are listening in, Tyalangan,” Jenny finally says, “I have my answer. For now, I want to be a good friend to Mona and Tessa’s girlfriend. If, after I get my sexuality changed to something that will enable me to actually be with Tessa like she deserves, I find myself wanting to be with Mona, the two of us will explore the relationship deepening. That fair?”

Text messages fire off again.

Jenny: Minor Quest Complete! Free Charm Mastery Feat or Sexuality Change

Jenny’s phone pings one more time. She opens her eyes and looks at the message. Narrating as she goes, eyes glued to her phone, she answers the ping, “So, Tyalangan is asking me to pick my prize and I am obviously going to go with the sexuality change. Oh, gawd, now she’s sending me the options I can pick from. There are so many! Why are there so many? Some of these are weird. Monasexual, I guess that is being attracted only to you? Not that one. No offense. Lesbian? I know what that one is, but, no; I still want my feelings from before to feel normal, if I can. Bisexual? Pansexual? Not sure what the difference is between those two are. Extremely Pansexual, with an added note saying please don’t pick this one? Okay. Avoiding the one with the warning label. Demisexual? What is that? Okay. Jenny. You are about to volunteer to have your core understanding of self magically manipulated. Pick the one you know you understand. Annnnd, done.”

Mona watches, expecting something showy to happen. When nothing comes, she nudges the dryad with her shoulder. She finally looks up from her phone with a determined glint in her eye. “Mona, kiss me again. I need to know.”

“Oh, ah, okay?”

Mona leans in to kiss her. Jenny does the same motion: cup her cheek, turn her head just so, and slowly bring their lips together. Mona tastes the same cherry flavor that she did the first time. It feels the same. Did she pick wrong?

At the end, as they separate, it is different. It isn’t just that Jenny came from the last kiss. She lingers. She doesn’t cry. She presses her forehead into Mona’s and whispers, “Thank you. I, like, totes wouldn’t mind doing that again. Should we join the others? I’m afraid they’ll think we’ve been, like, kidnapped by your wardrobe or whatever.”

“Wanna send Tessa a sexy pic first?”

Jenny smiles mischievously. “I think that bed of yours would be a better spot for that...”

They stand up, Mona leaning into the dryad; they get out of the closet.