Day: May 27, 2025

Kiss Her and Twister
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #2 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

Mia and I went to the boys’ soccer match to see Rory and Conor in action, again.  If you believe in fate, then we were not good luck charms.  Colton lost 3-2 against Glenbard South.  It was a rainy night game, but Mia brought her umbrella, and we huddled under it in the stands, waiting for the boys to come see us before they hit the locker room.

“Lyla, hold this.  I have to get a picture of them all muddy,” Mia said, and gave me control of the umbrella.

Our mud-coated warriors trudged by.  “Hey…” Rory said to my friend.  He leaned over the railing and went in for a kiss but Mia stopped him, held his face and wiped off a mud smear, then let him kiss her.

Johnny Walker was right next to him.  He waited good-naturedly for a time, then decided Rory was going to just keep kissing Mia.  He shook his head, smiling his nice smile.  He was about to leave when Rory put his hand on his shoulder to stop him, so he stayed.

He looked at me.  Johnny Walker looked at me.  Even with the wet hair and mud on his cheeks and neck, I could tell he was the sexiest boy I knew.  Except for his older brother, Scott, but I’m not comparing.  Johnny has the deepest blue eyes; even in the dark, I could tell how blue they are.  The mud on his face actually made them stand out even more.

He mouthed “Hi, Lyla,” to me.  I gave him a silent “Hi” back.

Rory and Mia came up for air.  “Dude,” he said to Johnny, “wanna hang out tonight?  We’re heading over to my house.  Gonna play a game.  You’d like it, I think.”

“Well… that sounds li—” Johnny started to say, but did not finish because my ‘boyfriend’ Conor ran up, shoving him a little, and pulled me in for a muddy kiss.

My eyes were still open when it happened, and I saw Johnny turn away.  Was it disappointment on his face, or just the rain?  If anyone could have seen my face, they would have seen disappointment.

“That sounds fun, but,” Johnny looked at Conor, “… another time.”  Johnny turned away and looked around, then jogged up to Lucas, our goalie.  I heard him tell him not to worry about the loss.  (The loss was probably Conor’s fault, honestly.)  Then Johnny turned and looked at me again.  I could see him over the top of Conor’s head, but I couldn’t pretend to say anything, this time.  All I could do was look back.  And then Johnny Walker was inside the building.

“Did you bring it?” Conor asked me.

“Yes, I brought it.”

“It” was my game of Twister.  It’s the old One Direction version, but it’s still Twister.

“You want me to skip the shower?” Rory asked Mia.  She likes the way he smells after a game.

“No, you better wash up tonight.  Rain and mud are not the same as your ‘man sweat,’” she teased him.  “Need to see if you still have blond hair under all that muck.”

The boys went inside, and Mia and I waited in the sports lobby for them, then we all walked to Rory’s house in the rain.  Lighter rain, but still rain.

We came in through the back door, wet, and headed down into Rory’s basement bedroom while he checked-in with his folks upstairs.  When he returned, he assured us of privacy, started a playlist, and drew off his damp shirt.

“Yes!” Conor growled.  “Naked Twister!”  Then he pulled off his Superboy shirt and got to work on his pants and shoes & socks.  My black-haired boytoy stood there in his boxers, waiting for the rest of us to catch up.  “Hey, Rory, I found out there’s this real old song, like from the 90s or something, and it’s about playing naked Twister with your sister, so, you should like that, right?”

“Shut up,” Rory grumbled.  Rory’s sister Fiona is really pretty.

I took the folded-up play mat and spinner out of my bag and spread it out on the floor.  Twenty-four red, blue, yellow, and green circles with photos of Liam, Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall on them looked back at us.  Mia took Rory’s phone out of the dock and switched the playlist to all 1D songs.  “Night Changes” was first.

“Okay, this is just gonna be weird,” Conor said, his boxers half-way off.  “Louis gots a creepy smile, looking at my cock.”

“Quitting already?” Rory laughed.  He threw his shoes across by the laundry sink.  His bedroom area had a warm feeling with his lamp on and Spider-Man bed and posters, but it was still in the wide basement with washer, dryer, and furnace all on the other side in the dark.  The basement door has a window in it, and I found that he’d only recently finally covered it over with a Foo Fighters poster.  I’m no teenage boy, but I can’t imagine not wanting privacy, especially for what teenage boys do when they’re bored.

“No!” Conor said.  “I’ve been waiting to play this since the day we cut school!”  His shorts were gone and his cock stood out proud.  It is a nice cock, I’ll say that for him.  I kicked off my shoes and started pulling off my sweater, and I could hear Conor mumbling, “Oh, baby…”

Rory was down to his boxers.  “Aren’t you playing?” he asked Mia.

Mia answered, “Um, I can’t.  Not this week.” 

Rory looked at her with big eyes.  “Really?”  A smile was growing.  Hope was growing.

Mia nodded with a smile, and Rory jumped on her and held her, and they started kissing all over again.

Conor was naked and confused.  I explained that they were not pregnant.  “Oh,” he said.  “Oh, yeah, that’s a good thing.”  He dug into his pants pocket and produced a condom; he tore open the wrapper and rolled it on.  “All set!”

That’s my Conor.  Briefly, I thought about Johnny, again.  But I’m with Conor.

“Okay, here we go!”  He spun the spinner.  “Left foot red!” he called.  We both put our left foot on a red circle.  “This isn’t sexy, yet.”

“What do you mean?” I protested.  “I’m naked!”

“I know!” he said and made a tiger growl, pulling me into him.

“Hey, keep your foot on red,” I warned, “or you lose.”

“Rory, get over here,” Conor called.  “We need to make this sexier.”

Mia pulled off Rory’s boxers and his cock made a loud thwap! as it sprang back up.  “Go on…” she told him, and swatted his butt.  Rory came over and added his foot.  Conor spun again.

“Right foot yellow,” he called.  Conor was right; it wasn’t sexy.  We were just standing in front of each other naked on the mat.  This is kinda what happened when we played it during a girls sleepover in 6th Grade.

“Hey, Louis is staring at my cock, too,” Rory laughed.  “What, did you get this thing when you were six?” he asked me.

“Yeah.  And Tori was eight.  Right before they started breaking up,” I realized.  “I loved it when they sang to me that I didn’t know I was beautiful.”

Everyone looked at Conor.

“What?” he asked, clueless.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Rory told me.

“Oh,” mumbled Conor.

Rory pointed at the faces below us.  “Who was your favorite?”

“Niall.  He had blond hair, like me,” I said.  And that gave me an idea.  I took the spinner from Conor.  “Left hand Niall!” I called.

Each 1D boy had their face once in each color column, but mixed in different spots, so we each had to choose a picture of Niall from any column we could.  Now it got twisted!  Mia came over and took the spinner.

“Right foot Harry Styles!” she called.

Rory fell on his ass trying to move to a Harry.  I did okay, but was barely stable.  I couldn’t see Conor, but I know he didn’t fall.

Mia was quick to spin and call the next one.  “Right foot Zayn!”  This made me spread wider, trying for the green Zayn, and I was down.  Rory never even had a chance to try and right himself.  I wound up facing him, but with my arms twisted.  Conor, predictably, wound up right behind me, cock pushing against my behind.

“Sexy rules say if you can do it, do it,” he said darkly, and slipped his sheathed cock inside my pussy.

I let out a squeal and caught my balance.  “Conor…”

“Sexy rules say if you can do it, do it,” Rory told me, too.

I realized that yes, I certainly could suck Rory’s cock.  I had to uncross my hands from Niall and, I think, Liam to steady myself, and then Rory pressed himself forward to my mouth.

Rory has a nice cock, too.  Blonde pubes, like mine, only I think Mia calls his ‘honey-colored.’  I’d only gotten to suck it once, during our time when we cut school, when Mia and I swapped boys for a bit.

“This is great!” Conor said to my back.  True, he was making me feel good.  “We have to do this every time!  Who knows how many positions we can come up with?”

I knew what position I was in, that’s for sure, on my hands and knees between two boys, Conor inside my pussy, Rory inside my mouth.  I was supporting myself on my elbows, so it was a little awkward handling him like I’d want to on a bed top, but at least he wasn’t fucking my face.  I was trying to wrap my tongue around Rory’s cock and find his sweet-spot, but it was difficult when I was being pushed forward with each one of Conor’s pounds.  I wondered if I would even be able to cum.

My main concern was breathing, but my mind wandered.  If we were in a true threesome, a girl and two boys, damn… the girl is busy!  There’d always be one who wanted to fuck her and the other who wanted to get sucked off, and then they’d trade…  Our little games were fun, but I think I could wait to let that happen.  Or wait for the right boys.  I have to work on calming Conor down, some.

“Woo-hoo!  Yeah, Lyla, fuck me!” Conor called out.

“Dude, quiet down.  My folks are right upstairs,” Rory cautioned him.  I could hear Conor giggle and imagined his smile.

Rory settled further to the floor and I found a good position and was able to suck on him a little easier and with more technique.  I don’t have a reputation, but I know my talents.  One of Rory’s hands was in my hair while the other stroked my cheek.

“Oh, Lyla, you are so…  Fuck, Lyla… with the match and… yes… yes, oh please, faster…  Lyla?  Lyla, I’m on a short… ah, fuck… ah, fuck…  Lyla?  I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum, Lyla,” Rory kept me informed.  I’d only barely tasted him last time; I wanted him to cum in my mouth.  I wanted to tell him I’d take all he could give me so long as he didn’t pull out and shoot off into my hair, but I couldn’t stop to speak.  Conor thrusting into me assured that.

“Lyla!” Rory squeaked out in a near-silent scream, doing his best not to alert his parents about my skill.  And then he came a bucket inside my mouth.  I held him tight as he collapsed.  I meant it — not in my hair, please!  Even with Conor pounding me, I was able to keep it clean and swallowed every drop.  I looked up at Rory and smiled, but he was still in recovery.

Conor decided that having a condom on wasn’t as much fun, so pulled out of me and started stroking.  It gave me a chance to rest and collapse my back half.  I wasn’t going to let him dive back in bare.  I realized then I never relaxed enough to cum, myself.  Fuck, my knees and elbows hurt.

“Look at this, look at this!” Conor pointed to the colorful mat.  “Who’s gonna eat my cum?  1D?  2D?  3D?”  Then Conor reared back and shot at Niall.  Of course, he did.  “Ha-ha-haaa!”

I rolled away and sat up, and Rory and Mia helped me stand.  I headed to the bed, rubbing my knees.

“Ready to go again?” Conor asked.

“If we do this again, it’s not going to be on a hard basement floor, I can tell you that,” I informed him.

Conor realized what I’d gone through, then.  At least the on-my-knees part.  “I’m cleaning this up, aren’t I?”

“You know it,” Rory told him, and cuddled back with Mia.

Conor sighed.  “I’m sorry, baby.  Story of my life.”  Then, like for penance, he knee-walked loudly over to me and kissed his way up from my knees to my elbows, and then my mouth.  “Although I am broken, my heart is untamed still.”

Damn it, he sang the Niall line.  I kissed him back and tussled his black Superboy hair.  He’s a goofball, but I can’t be mad at him.

“You know, I thought that song was from Frozen.  I didn’t see the movie right away when I was a kid, ‘cause it’s a girl movie, and then I heard the song, and that Hair Style guy sings ‘time is fro-o-o-o-zen’ so I thought it was the end song from Frozen.  You know how Disney has pop stars sing the hit during the credits?  And Lyla has that Frozen poster in her bedroom, the Elsa one?  And she likes 1D and so, um, yeah.”

That’s my Conor.

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