Simon says

I just stood there, being absolutely mortified at the developments, but trying to look like I was just confident yet nervous. It seemed I would gain a little popularity and friends if I went through this seeming brave, just like I planned. But that didn't mean I would stop pressing my arms over my intimates.

Barb and Lucy, being my best friends, looked past the facade and saw how miserable I was. Each laying a hand on my shoulders, they tried to comfort me. I was thankful for that, especially with how they shielded me from view a little.

"Cheer up, Alice! Nobody's thinking less of you, the girls think you're awesome, the boys say you're smoking hot. And you haven't shown off anything critical."

"You're bound to, though." Lucy was good at disspelling unwarranted optimism quickly. In this case, it actually was more helpful. "What's the first game? You might need your hands for that."

Oh no. The first game. ...I had picked them out myself, so I knew what was coming. And I dreaded it already.

There was a small period of reprieve, while the guests helped themselves to cola, water, juice, or whatever they fancied. My mom gave me a cup of apple juice - or at least, held it in front of my face, expectantly. I just glared at her, while she giggled. Lucy was so helpful to take the cup, and even to hold it to my lips. It was embarrassing, but it worked.

"Attention everyone!", mom shouted when everyone was provided for. "It may seem a little childish, but Alice wanted you to play 'Simon says' first. Whoever makes mistakes, is out of the game. To make it more interesting: The first loser gets a punishment, while the final winner gets to choose a reward. Who'd like to start?"

"Oh! Me! Me!" It was Chloe; a tall, blond cheerleader with a ponytail. Alice didn't know much about her, but she always seemed so carefree and without prejudice, giving everyone she met a nice, honest smile. It fit Alice' image of her that she was eager to participate in any game.

"Alice, it's your birthday. You get to decide."

So mom wanted me to pick my own poison. Easy; I just had to choose Barb or Lucy, they would make sure I would stay in the game without having to bare anything. Or Joey maybe; he wouldn't have her expose herself. Or...

"Please please please, pick me!" "Woah!"

Suddenly, Chloe was all up in my face, grinning at me eagerly. She whispered into my ear:
"I understand your situation, you know. I can make sure this game goes as planned! Trust me."

Of course, I took that completely the wrong way, thinking she would help me in staying covered. How wrong I was.

"O-okay... Chloe is first!"

There was just enough space for everyone to form a circle, ensuring that I could be seen, regardless where I was. I double-checked that my nipples where covered, and braced myself for the first command, or fake command.

Chloe cleared her throat, and beamed at the crowd.

"Okay okay, so, first I want you to... jump up in the air!"

Nobody moved.

"Haha, yeah, you guys are too smart for that old trick. ... Simonsaysjumpintheair!!"

I jumped, carefully; it was dangerous, because my sizeable breasts could easily slip out from under my hands. But so far I was safe.

"Nicely done! Next, ...do the jazz hands!"

No Simon, I observed, relieved.

"Simon says do the jazz hands!"

My eyes widened in horror. Everyone raised their arms to wiggle their hands about, simultaneously fixing their stares on me, expectantly. I had a quarter of a second to decide whether it was worse to bare my tits right now, or to endure whatever punishment awaited me for losing first; I cursed myself for having come up with that idea.

My answer was to raise my arms over my head, doing the wiggle as fast as possible, then pulling them down even faster. I had crossed my legs a little, so no one should have gotten a peek there; but I could see it in their eyes that everyone had gotten to see my boobs. How they dropped when I let go of them, their size, the areola, my nipples... they all had a mental picture now. My face burned bright red.

Chloe giggled. "Well that was certainly a nice sight. Give an applause for Alice' beautiful titties!"

Some people almost fell for it, distracted by what they just saw, but pulled their hands back in the last second.

"Simon says, applause for a gorgeous pair of boobies!"

They clapped; some even cheered. I, of course, had to clap as well, baring them again, even making them jiggle a little through the movement! Chloe followed that one up with stuff I could actually do, but risked exposure nonetheless.

"Simonsays lift your leg up! Simonsays do a little spin! Crouch down to the ground. Simonsays grab your ankles and look through your legs!"

The last one scared me; if anyone were to look at me from behind now, they would see my most private parts! Luckily, everyone was just looking outside of the circle. For the time being, my most secret charms were safe. The next one, though, spelled out my defeat.

"Simon says... hands behind the head, lay on your back, and pull those knees up to your face!"

I froze. Why would Chloe do that to me? There was no way in hell I could do that pose. It would reveal everything!

So I stood there, hoping I wasn't the only loser, so I could maybe get out of the punishment. Some of the girls were wearing skirts, surely they would object to a pose that flashed their underwear to everyone?

But they all did it. I was the only one left standing. Sighing, I did a few steps backward out of the circle, indicating that I was out of the game.

"Aww, I wanted to see that!" Chloe still sounded genuinely playful, not malicious at all. Did she think she was doing me a favour? That I was having fun?

And so, the game continued without me. They switched up the 'Simon' numerous times, and as more crafty individuals got to give the commands, the pool of players finally started to dwindle. In the end, the winner was a kinda sporty looking guy who had introduced himself earlier, but I didn't remember his name. He could keep up with the more flexibility-demanding commands the girls gave out, and was of course attentive enough pick out the real commands. On top of that, he masterfully manipulated and confused people when it was his turn.

People laughed; they had fun at my party, even with such a simple game. At least that proved that my naked body wasn't necessary for their amusement. Maybe that meant my punishment wouldn't be as humiliating...