The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 1

The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos

“Fuck, I want to fuck Mia…” Rory said to the ceiling, jerking off furiously.

“I want to fuck Mia, too…” Conor agreed, pulling his cock even more furiously.

“Tough.  You’re not gonna…”  Mia was Rory’s girl.

“Then I want to fuck Lyla…” Conor wished.

“She’s got a boyfriend.”

“Damn.  Okay, I want to fuck your sister…”

“Get in line…”

“Behind you?”

“Bite me.”

“That’s next…”

The two high school Sophomores shut up for a bit, trying to make a fantasy come true, at least as a fantasy.  Their entire Freshman year had been scoreless.  Not dateless, but scoreless.  All the Freshman girls had eyes on the upperclassmen with cars, and those that didn’t had still been protecting their virtue.  But they weren’t Freshmen, anymore; they were two good-looking guys, on the Soccer team, building some muscle, and people knew who they were.  And at the start of the new year, Rory had met and won Mia, and their future looked sexually promising.

But Rory was super-horny right now.  He looked to his friend.  “Do it now…?”

Conor looked over, met Rory’s eyes.  “Bite you?”

“Not biting, but…”

“And then me?”

“You got it…”

Conor let go of his cock and spun over on Rory’s bed, moving down to a good position on the Spider-Man sheets as Rory stretched out lengthwise.  His pants were open and shoved down, but not far enough, Conor knew.  Since 7th Grade, they’d been each other’s safe-sex partner, so he knew how much space he’d need for a good experience.  He took ahold of Rory’s cock and sucked it down to the root, dark blonde pubes in his nose.  After over three years of handjobs and blowjobs, they both knew how the other liked it.

“Oh… Mia…”

Conor took a breath.  “That’s it, Rory, I’m Mia’s pussy…” and went back to it.

“Oh, Mia, I want to fuck you so bad… fuck that pussy…”

“Have you fingered her?  Fingered that pussy?”

“Not yet…  Just over her jeans…”

“What’s it look like?  What’s Mia’s pussy gonna look like?”

“She’s got great hair, really thick, uses that shampoo on TV, you know?  And nice eyebrows.  So she’s gonna have a thick carpet, dark and soft and…”

“She’s not a shaver…?”

“Fuck, no!  I don’t want to fuck no toddler!  Mia’s a woman…”  Rory dreamed a little more.  “But she shaves down below, and away from the edges of her panties…”

“Maybe a landing strip…?”

That image did it for Rory.  “Oh, fuck…!”  He grabbed Conor’s head and held him still as he fucked the boy’s face and blasted six good shots down his friend’s throat, and then whatever dribbled out as Conor caught his breath and licked Rory’s shaft.

Rory, ever a good friend, didn’t try to milk his recovery time, but switched places with Conor.  Conor’s cock needed a little back-to-life effort, but then Rory had him back inside his own fantasy.

“Who was I on?  Mia?  No,” he kidded.  “Lyla?  Izzy?  Ava?  Rachel?”

“Pick one,” Rory said with his mouth full.

“Oh, that’s right.  Your sister…”

“Can’t have her.”

“Hey, it’s my fantasy — I can have who I want…”  Conor let that be, though.  “Your mother, then…”

Rory choked a laugh with that one.  “My mom?  Okay, yeah!  I’ve already done your mom, so you can have my mom!”

“Of course, you have.  Y tu mamá también!”  Conor liked when Rory sucked his balls, and got quiet.

Rory could feel Conor getting into it and his breathing getting heavier.  “Are you really thinking about my mother?”

“Your mom’s hot.  She’s got great tits, like your sister…”

Rory just shut up and let his friend have it, let him enjoy the blowjob and whatever dream was in his head, otherwise, if he kept arguing, this would go on forever.  “She’s got a blond pussy, you know…” he offered to help him along.

And that was it.  Conor blasted off and Rory cleaned him up, then they shared space to recover.

They both lay on the bed, pants still below their knees, cocks hanging out.

“So, why’s it taking so long?” Conor asked.

Rory knew what he meant.  “I like her.”  Five minutes went by, but there was no difference.  “Sure, I want to fuck her, but… I mean… We’ve only been going out for three weeks.  I knew her last year from class, but when we found each other after that soccer game, and we went out, it’s like… we really clicked.  You know?  I don’t want to rush it and scare her away.”  Five minutes after that, Rory repeated, “I really like her.”

“Cool,” Conor nodded.  “Can I fuck you?”

“You mean that slidey-thing we do?”

“No.  Proper.”

Rory didn’t want to start that whole thing, again.  He shook his head.  “Let’s get you a girlfriend.  Then let’s both get laid.”

* * *

Rory had his eye on Mia in PE.  He always did.  She was his girl.  After arriving from the locker rooms and chatting briefly, he only got to view her from afar during squad line-up since her last name was on the other side of the alphabet from him.  But then there was calisthenics.  His Freshman English teacher had taught him that ‘calisthenics’ was from a couple Greek words that meant beauty plus strength.  When Rory watched Mia move, he knew it was true.

Then, depending on what game they played, whether he would be on the same team as her was a gamble.  Even though they were a co-ed gym class, the PE coach still kept the genders separated, for the most part.  It was as if he believed the girls weren’t as good in the games, or would get hurt by the boys.  If they were playing football, well then, maybe, but…

Rory looked around at the boys.  So many of them were skinny, chest-less kids, yet, with noodles hanging off their shoulders; it was more likely they would get hurt by the girls.  Not all of them, though.  Some of the boys were “healthy,” like himself, he liked to think.  It was funny in the showers, though; a couple of these skinny boys had huge dicks, and he wasn’t sure if it was just because they had huge dicks or if they had normal-sized dicks but were so skinny they hung away and looked huge.

He hoped Mia would find his dick acceptable, when she got around to sucking on it.  If only that day would come.  Soon, he hoped.

This week, they were playing five-on-five basketball with another class, but girls against girls, and boys against boys.  But that was okay, at least they didn’t split up to different gyms.  Each team would rotate out on the half court, so that gave the rest of them time to socialize on the bleachers.  Coach made teams, and they found their way either on the court or to their seats.  Mia was heading his way!

“Hey, babe,” Mia said as she parked herself next to Rory.  She looked around quickly and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  She wanted to give him a real kiss, but there was that whole thing about rules and stuff.  “Wanna cut school today?”

“That would be great,” Rory dreamed.  “Get out of here, go someplace, be together.  I wish.”

“No, I’m serious,” Mia said, and nodded in emphasis.  “We tell the TA to mark us absent, and after getting changed, we get our stuff, and buzz out the side door.”

“You’re serious?”

“Very.”

Rory had to let that set in.  He was no goody-two-shoes, but he wasn’t really a rule-breaker, either.  He’d skipped school by staying home phony-baloney sick, but ditching?  With his girl?  Fuck, why not?  But he had questions.

“Just us?  Where can we go to?  Just wander, or…?” he put to her.  He was in, but he needed some details.

“Well, yours and my houses are out.  Our moms are home, or in-and-out, whatever,” Mia said, twirling her finger in Rory’s blond hair.  “But Lyla’s place is empty…”  She pointed to her friend down the bleachers.  Rory looked over and Lyla waved.  The two had obviously discussed this.  “Think you can convince Conor or Costa or Lucas or someone to come with?”

“You kidding?  Easy.”  But something was not right.  “Wait, doesn’t Lyla have a boyfriend?”

“Not anymore,” was Mia’s answer.  “She’d really like Conor to come.”  Mia put special emphasis on that, squeezing Rory’s hand, letting him know he had a job to do.

The coach’s whistle blew ‘time in,’ and Rory had to get out on the court.  Although he was a little pre-occupied with thoughts of him and Mia in an empty house, he played well on the court, converting his excitement into a basket and two fouls.  One of those fouls was against his friend, Conor, charging into him.

“Push me back,” Rory quickly said.

“What?” Conor asked.  Rory was his friend, why would he push him back even if he was fouled?

“Push me back!” Rory loud-whispered.  Conor shoved Rory and the coach separated them, sent them to the side.

“What’d you do that for?” Conor asked.

“We’re cutting school today,” Rory informed him.  “Me, Mia, you… and Lyla.”

Conor’s eyes got small as he tried to figure that out, then the realization hit him.  “I’m in.”

Rory gave Mia the high-sign as he came back to the bleachers and she headed onto the court with her team; she gave him that knowing smile.  Conor got a drink at the fountain and, instead of sitting with his team this time, found Rory.

The boys watched the girls play.  Rory loved to see Mia move — she had great legs, a real nice ass, and, though she was likely wearing a sports bra, a terrific rack of tits.  Her brown hair was tied into a pony tail for PE, otherwise it would be flowing down past her shoulders.

“Are you setting me up with Lyla?” Conor asked while watching the blond girl try to block a shot.

“She asked for you,” Rory advised him.

“Fuck…”

“Yeah, maybe.  If we play our cards right…” Rory calmed him.

They watched the girls bounce for the rest of their time, as boys will.

When Mia returned, they went to see Charlie, the coach’s Teaching Assistant for this period.  Charlie was about to enter the attendance into the coach’s laptop when they told him they wanted to be marked absent.

“No questions, but…” Charlie said, “five bucks in the locker room or I press the button.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Rory promised.

“Hey, you’re Fiona’s little brother?  With the Spider-Man sheets?” Charlie asked.

Rory assured him that he was, in order to help the process stay smooth, but in that moment realized something.  Charlie had been to his house.  Sometime last spring, his sister and her boyfriend had thrown an orgy or something at their house, and now he knew it was Charlie who had gotten cum all over his sheets.

“But if you know I have Spider-Man sheets, then I think you owe me five bucks,” Rory said, giving Charlie the eye.

Charlie caught on.  “I suppose I do.  Alright, we’re cool.  So, who all wasn’t here today?”

Mia gave a list of the no-longer-present students, and they headed back.  The games continued, and all got to go at least twice on the court before the final whistle to go and change. 

Sometimes students skipped taking a shower, but this time, Rory and Conor both went to soap up.  There was no way either wanted to still smell like a full-court press when they got the girls alone.

For first period PE, the showers were usually full as those were often used in place of a home daily shower by boys who understood hygiene.  Both Rory and Conor had to wish down boners into just tumescent pricks, but then again, it did give them a length to be proud of against the upperclassmen’s cocks.

Rory’s friend Costa sidled up to them, deciding to share a showerhead rather than wait for an open one.  “We’re going to Lyla’s!” he sang to the boys.  “Can’t wait to get out of here!”

“You’re going, too?” Conor asked, making sure the soap in his hair and ears didn’t make him hear that wrong.

“Oh, yeah…!”  Costa immediately paid attention to his cock, making sure it was clean.

Both Rory and Conor were a little concerned, believing it was just going to be the four of them — them both and the two girls.  Rory knew that he and Mia would find a place to make out, but Conor now felt the sting of competition.  “Guess the girls asked a couple more,” Rory figured, feeling for his friend.

They all dressed, went to their hall lockers and got what they needed, met at the auditorium and snuck out the side door.  There were so many doors and so many people, the hall monitors didn’t even ask them where they were headed.  Still, they moved swiftly down the first block until they were away from the school and out of sight of all but the third-floor windows.

There were six in their party; besides Rory, Conor, and Costa, the girls had invited Silke, the foreign-exchange student from Belgium, who thought doing such an American thing as cutting school would be a thrilling experience for her!

“Who else did you invite?” Rory asked, he and Mia hanging a little behind the others, letting Lyla lead the way.

“Ava, and Izzy, and then Lucas, but they were too nervous about ditching,” Mia told him.

“Did you want a big group?”

“No, just kind of asked as I saw them.  Ava said no, so I asked Izzy, and then Silke.  Lucas said no, Costa said ‘Oh, boy!’”  They both laughed, and looked ahead at the two boys trying their best to interest Lyla in whatever they were talking about.  Silke was quiet, but smiling ear-to-ear about whatever.

“So, I was thinking of signing up with Ski Club this year.  Want to join me?” Mia asked.

“Well, Soccer will be over by then.  I’ve skied a couple times, but I’m not ready for any black diamond stuff,” Rory shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter.  It’s just for fun, right?” Mia shrugged.  “You don’t have to be an expert.  We show up for meetings, then we go with on the trips to Villa Olivia and learn to get off the bunny hill.  And…” she made sure he caught her eye, “they do overnight trips to the Wisconsin sites.  Cabins and stuff.”

“I suddenly feel like skiing is the sport for me!”  He was going to kiss her, but their gait made them a little too bouncy, so he lifted her clasped hand and kissed it.

They all walked quickly but casually, talking excitedly, Conor hanging on Lyla’s every word, only making one quick stop at a Walgreen’s for some Starbuck’s Frappuccinos.  Rory ducked away from the group in the store and bought some Trojans at the pharmacist’s window, which had no line.

Lyla let everyone into her house, giving the neighborhood a scan to see if anyone was outside and watching.  She hit the thermostat and put the heat on.  It was a cool day outside, and it was chilly in the house, even for late September.  There was some talk about whether they should try to “call in” their absences, but they realized it was high school and nobody cared if their absences were “excused” or not.  No truant officer would be calling their homes.  Or at least they didn’t think so.

Shoes were off, jackets were flung, book bags dumped, and the six found comfortable spots on sofas and chairs in the family room and turned on the TV.  The Price is Right had just begun.  And as they were out of school, of course, they started talking about school.

Something had to be done.  There was the expectation that something fun should happen, now that they’d escaped.  Rory and Mia, certainly, were looking to occupy a bedroom, but when would be the appropriate time to ditch their friends?

“This is exciting!  We are away from school,” Silke acknowledged, her platinum hair bouncing as she did.  “We should dance!”

It wasn’t a bad idea, so they found a music channel and bopped around the room for a song.  Costa wasn’t sure if he was paired with Silke for this, or if no one was, because she was so excited one minute and shy the next, but Conor and he were definitely both trying to get Lyla’s attention.

Now up and moving, those new to Lyla’s house explored for a bit, just to know where the washroom was, the bedrooms, the kitchen.  Once in the kitchen, the boys made themselves at home and looked for more things to eat.

Rory just finished applying an orange jelly to two slices of toast when Lyla entered.  “What are you all doing?”

Rory took a huge bite, then kissed Mia, getting the orange stuff all over her lips.  “She took me to her best friend’s house, so we’re having marmalade, and making out!  Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!”  It took Mia a second to get the reference, but she laughed and kissed Rory again, spreading the marmalade about his face.  Then she stole his other slice.

“Didn’t any of you have breakfast?” Lyla shook her head, but started looking through the fridge, herself.

“Sure, but this is second breakfast,” Conor said with an odd Scottish accent.

“Did I not see you carrying your lunch bag?” Silke asked him.

“Yeah, but that’s for lunch.  Still got to find something for elevenses in about an hour…” Conor said as he rolled up some ham slices into portable cigar shapes for eating on the go.

“You got any games?” Costa asked Lyla while eating a Hostess Cupcake.

“No video games, I don’t have any brothers,” she answered.  “But…”  Lyla took off for her bedroom.

“We could play Post Office,” Conor suggested, finishing his last ham roll.

“That’s a kids’ game,” Mia poked him.

“Not the way I play it!”

“Should we follow Lyla?” Rory asked Mia, the both of them in a tangle as she sat facing him on his lap, cleaning his face with a damp kitchen towel.

“That’s where I want to end up, but let’s see what she’s up to,” Mia answered, kissing him once he was clean.  Then she noticed.  “Hey, did you shower?”

“Of course.  Used soap, too.  Not gonna show up here for you all grimy and smelly!”  He pushed into her hair and started kissing her neck, letting her smell the soap and Old Spice Krakengard body spray combination he was wearing.

“Mnnn… I was kind of hoping you’d just change and come out,” Mia admitted.  “I don’t know if it’s weird, but I loved the way you smelled after your soccer match.  Last Saturday?  All sweat and musk…  It just got right to me…  I might’ve taken you down right there if we weren’t in front of everybody…”

“Now you tell me,” Rory muttered.  “Well, now I’m a very clean Kraken — all arms!”  He kissed her again and attacked both breasts with his multiple hands — a multiple of one times two.

“And one very hard tentacle, I see,” she whispered as she felt his cock through his jeans.

“Conor, come here,” Lyla called down from her bedroom.  Conor pretended to fix his tie, gave everyone the eye of victory, and headed up towards Lyla’s room.  A moment later, he reappeared behind her, carrying some board games.

“I’ve got Monopoly…” she started.

“Boo!” everyone called out at once.  No one likes Monopoly.

“Well, then, I got Twister?”  She showed them the box off Conor’s pile.

“Suddenly, the day got more interesting…” Conor mumbled.

“The One Direction version?” Costa asked.

“That one guy’s funny,” Rory noted.  “His hair goes out to here, and his name is Hair Style!”

“Harry Styles!” Lyla corrected.

“Could do naked Twister?” Conor suggested.  There was a groan.  Did he push it too far too fast?

It came from Mia.  “We… actually… tried that, once.  It’s not as fun as you think it would be.”

“And there’s Clue…” Lyla continued.

“Cluedo!” Silke called and pointed.  “I know this game!”

“What do you mean ‘Cluedo’?  That’s Clue.  Says so right on the box,” Costa asked, confused.

“I don’t know you.  I will not argue with you.”  Silke’s English was very good, but rather formal, still, at times.

“You don’t know him?” Lyla asked.  “That’s Costa.”

“He has been walking with us, but I do not know him.”

“I’m Constantine.  Call me Costa,” he shrugged, nonplussed.

“Very well, Constantine.  But I do not know you well,” Silke adjusted.

“Six can play, and we’ve got six of us,” Conor pointed out.

Silke was looking at the box.  “But this is wrong.  Where is Dr. Orchid?  Who is this Mrs. White?  The cook?”

“I have no cluedo…” Conor got off, and high-fived Costa.

“Then, I also have Girl Talk…!  Remember this?” Lyla asked spiritedly, holding the box over her head and dancing.

“Girl Talk?  Sounds awful…” Rory grimaced.  “What’s it about?  Gossip and sarcasm?”

“How to tell one girl how much you like her sweater and then turn around and tell your friends how much you hate that girl?” Costa laughed.

“No,” Lyla shook her head in derision.  “It’s basically Truth or Dare.”

“For tweens,” Mia clarified.

“But what?” Rory asked.  “I dare you to go peek in my sister’s room?”

“I’ll go peek in your sister’s room…” Conor snarked.  Rory made a face at him, telling him to shut up and pay attention to Lyla.  Conor immediately understood and looked so damn guilty that Lyla could only pity him.

“Well, kind of, but that’s not how we play it,” Mia hinted, mocking Conor.

“And how do you play this game?” Silke asked.

“The dirty version, like how in 7th Grade when we’d break up in groups to play Apples to Apples and secretly play the funny version or the dirty version, whatever we could get away with?  So here, you just change the Truth questions and the Dares to something much more…” Mia ran her finger down Rory’s chest to the button on his jeans and popped it, “…sexual.”

“Like Cards Against Humanity, or something?” Costa asked, not quite getting it.

“Not… really…” Lyla said.  “You just read the card.  Sometimes you can just add the word ‘naked’ to the end; sometimes you have to change the whole wording.  You’ll see.”

“If you like it, Lyla, it’s a great game,” Conor joined her team.  “Where should we play?  The living room or…?”

“Are clothes going to come off in this?” Rory asked Mia, with a hopeful smile.

“Maybe we should play in your bedroom, just in case,” Mia suggested to Lyla.

“In case what?” Costa asked.

“In case my mom comes home,” Lyla realized.

The six headed upstairs to Lyla’s bedroom and found seats on the thick white carpet or laying propped up on her bed whose sheets and comforter looked like a cloudy sky painted in watercolors.  Silke was a little hesitant, this wasn’t what she expected the day to be, but she opened up when she saw all of Lyla’s stuffed toys, Barbies, and photos taped to the wall, and had to explore her room.  In particular, she was fascinated by the books in Lyla’s bookcase: titles from The Summer I Turned Pretty and The Heartbreakers to One of Us Is Lying, and the entire Harry Potter collection, but Good Girl Fail was on her nightstand.

Lyla laid out the game board, with its spinner and Truth cards and Dare cards.  “Okay, so as an example, Conor, spin the spinney thing.”

Conor did, and it landed on Dare.  The spinner also said to ‘find someone who isn’t playing to come watch,’ but that wasn’t possible.  He took a Dare card.  “Act out the last thing you saw on TV.”  He looked up at everyone, like for help in what he was supposed to do for the dirty version.  “I think the last thing I saw was some show last night but…”

“No,” Rory knew, “it was The Price is Right, just now.  So…”

“Act out the last sexy thing you saw on The Price is Right!” Mia cheered.

“Like, ‘I bid $1000 for Lyla’s incredible breasts?” Conor tried for a laugh, unsure.

“Thank you, but no,” Lyla said.  “The last thing was that guy showing off the Hawaiian vacation.”

“He was in his bathing costume,” Silke recalled.

“That’s right,” Lyla agreed.  “Take it all off and sell us the view out my window!”

Conor gave Rory the eye.  Oh, god, do I have to do this?

“C’mon, Conor.  It’s a dare…” Mia prodded. 

“Dude, believe me, you want to do this,” Rory said privately for all to hear.

Conor looked at Lyla, then crossed his arms to draw off his Superman t-shirt.

“You know,” Mia whispered to Rory, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him without that black Superman shirt on, except for soccer and gym.  Is that the only shirt he has?”

“When I met him on the first day of Kindergarten,” Rory recalled, “I learned his name was Conor.  He has that black hair, and I said, ‘Oh, just like Superboy!’”

“Superboy’s name is Conor?” Mia asked.

“Yeah, the Teen Titan Superboy.  It’s spelled different but, you know…  He’s the son of Superman and Lex Luthor.”

“Superman’s gay?” Mia asked.  “I thought he had that girlfriend?  Lois Lane?”

Rory shook his head.  He couldn’t expect everyone to know all the details.  “Clone.  Test tube baby.  He’s strong and devious.  Anyway, the next day at school, Conor showed up wearing that black Superman shirt, all proud to be Superboy, and he’s kept buying them for years.”

They watched Conor pulling his jeans off his feet and stand up.  “Okay,” he breathed.  “Now what do I do?”

“The man on television was not wearing stockings,” Silke pointed out.  Conor rolled his eyes and got rid of his socks.

“So, like the model guy on the show, you have to display all the prizes and the trip to Hawaii,” Lyla instructed.  “All sexy-like…”

Conor stood there almost naked in his navy blue boxer briefs, his cock a decent bulge but not tenting due to nerves.  He gave a look to Rory, took a breath, and launched into his best game show host voice. 

“Hey, Drew!  Here we have everything you’ll need for your Fall Vacation!”  He picked up items from Lyla’s dresser as he mentioned them, rubbing his hands along their edges.  “This pair of white-rimmed sunglasses will make any teenage girl look fashionable and fabulous!  Next… don’t forget your homework!  Access Google Classroom with a used Chromebook with lots of dents in the cover!  You can email all your friends back home about what a great time you’re having!  Then… these blue rope lights will remind you of the stars at night on your trip to… Hawaii!” Conor modeled at her window.  “Look out on the beach on such a sunny day!  See all the palm trees!”

Mia snickered at that one, as out the window was a grey, cloudy sky and an elm tree losing its leaves.  Lyla was laughing and clapping.  Conor looked back to Rory, running out of ideas — was it enough? was he done?  Rory pointed to his own pants, indicating Conor’s underwear.

Conor picked that up.  “And, as a bonus, brand new swimsuits!”  He approached Lyla.  “Feel the quality…”  Lyla accepted the challenge and ran her hand along the side of Conor’s boxers, then on his behind, and lastly over his cock.  Conor’s voice cracked a bit when he ended with, “Yes, all this can be yours if the price is right!”

Lyla did not stop caressing Conor’s front until she felt his cock growing underneath her hand.  “Perfect — now I know you know how the game is played!”  She stood up, took ahold of his head, and gave him a big kiss.  When she pulled away and sat down again, Conor still stood there in a dream state, with his boner stretching his boxers at nine-o-clock.

Everyone applauded.  Conor blushed a bit, but knew he’d played his part well, and got great favor from Lyla.  He sat and went for his pants.

“Nuh-uh,” Lyla corrected.  “Once they’re off, they stay off.  Unless you need them for a dare.”

Rory had no clue, but assured him, “Them’s the rules.”

“Okay, so who’s next?”

“Mia or Lyla?”

“I’ll go,” Mia volunteered, clockwise.  She spun the spinney thing and got Truth, with special instruction to ‘text your answer to a group chat.’  She took a Truth card.  “‘How many selfies do you take a day?’  Hmm, that’s like… oh, wait…”

“Yeah,” nodded Costa, “the dirty kind.  How many nudes do you take each day?”

Rory gave Mia an inquisitive look and a smile.

Mia pretended to go into deep thought.  “Well, each day, less than one, but on a day when I want to, probably around twenty, and then I delete the bad ones.  So, on average… one?”

“So, let’s see your phone for proof!” Costa demanded.

Rory was sitting behind Mia with his arms around his girl, but he felt Mia tense up.  He drew his arms in tighter when Costa spouted off.  Would she play the game or…?  “This isn’t a dare,” he reminded Costa for her.

“No, a dare would be to actually take a nude selfie in front of us.  This is verifying the truth,” Costa said.

“And she has to send the answer to the group!” Conor reminded them.  Rory shot him a look, but realized his friend was nearly naked — they chose to play this game.

Mia took out her phone, scrolled through her photos, chose one and made it available to AirDrop.  The others scrambled for their phones to intercept the photo.  Conor and Costa made impressed sounds, Silke thought Mia looked very pretty, and Lyla admitted she already had that one.  Mia looked to Rory, who did not have his phone out, and smiled at him.

“Later,” he said.

Mia punched some more keys and Rory’s phone buzzed in his pocket.  “I just sent you all of them.”  Rory pulled her into a kiss.  When they came up, Mia reminded him, “Your turn.”

Rory unhooked himself from Mia and spun the spinney thing.  Truth, with the direction to ‘keep it close, share with the group.’  He drew a card.  “‘Have you ever used your lunch money for something other than lunch?’ How do we…?”

“Have you ever paid for sex with your lunch money?” laughed Conor.

A thought struck Rory.  “Hang on.”  He left the bedroom and returned a moment later.  “Had to go down to my jacket,” he explained.  “The answer to both questions is ‘yes,’ and here, I will share with the group.”

He opened his cupped hands and revealed a ribbon of six Trojan condoms, then split them off and handed one to each of the others.

Mia took hers.  “Hmmm.  Think you’re going to get lucky, do you?”

“Hoping…” he shrugged.  “One day, but we don’t…”

“It’s nice to know you’re prepared, anyway,” she said, settling back into his lap again.  Then, quietly, to him, “You really haven’t been pushing me much, at all.  Hands over clothes…  Do you not want to?  Are you nervous?”

“I am nervous on a couple levels,” he faked a laugh.  “But I really like you, and don’t want to be a jerk.”

“You’re no jerk,” Mia told him, and licked her way up his neck to his ear.  “Have you tried one on?  Make sure it fits…”

Silke was spinning for her turn.  Truth, and she would need to text the question and answer to someone not in the room.  She read, “‘Have you ever eaten a bug?’  But that is not it, is it?”

Lyla gave her the dirty version.  “Have you ever eaten a pussy?”

Silke looked perturbed.

Lyla tried to give her a little more room to play.  “Or sucked a cock?”

“What’s wrong?  I thought you Europeans were open to being naked and stuff?” Costa asked.

“Nudity is not a concern.  And the answer is ‘yes,’ but,” she hesitated, “I would not like to verify my answer.”

“Because you think we’ll make you do something to someone in front of us…?” Rory guessed.

“Yes, that is my concern.”

“Well, got to try, right?  It’s part of the game,” Costa tried, hoping to be a part of it, or at least watch it.

“I do not know you well enough to do that, I feel.”  Silke was sticking to her guns.

“Oh, come on…” Conor urged.

“No, no pressure,” Lyla said.  They weren’t going to force her or make fun of her.  “She gave an answer.  Let’s move on to Costa,” Lyla said.

Costa nodded and spun.  Dare, and it directed him to send a photo of his dare to someone the group chose.  He drew a card.  “‘Pretend to be a T. Rex whose arms are too short to scratch its nose.’  Uh-oh…”  He dropped his head.  He had a feeling how this would go.

“So, pretend to be a T. Rex whose arms are too short to jack your cock!” Conor almost shouted.

Costa laughed nervously, and got to his knees.  He tried making little arms, holding his elbows tight to his sides, and tried to humorously not-reach his cock with his hands.

Everyone laughed, but Lyla pulled authority.  “Nuh-uh.  Pants down.  Let’s see that cock you can’t reach, Costa!”

Costa looked at the group.  “Why do I get the tough one?”  He undid the button at the top of his jeans, and then stopped.  It looked like he was frozen, or deep in thought, and looked up at Conor who had his phone out and ready to take the photo.  “I can’t.  This will just be… too embarrassing.  I’m not even hard, I mean…”

“Maybe we should not play this game,” Silke suggested.

“Are we done, then?” Mia asked.  Rory and Conor looked to Lyla.

“Well, usually in Truth or Dare, when someone quits, it’s over, but I haven’t had my turn yet, at least,” Lyla said.

“Well, I am going to go downstairs and watch the television,” Silke said, somewhat reluctantly.  “Would you like to watch television, Constantine?”

“Sure.”  He, too, stood, a little embarrassed to duck out of the game.  “Maybe we can play Cluedo…”

When they were gone, Lyla said, “I wish she’d have gotten that ‘Do a crab walk across the room’ card.”

“Yeah,” Mia agreed.  “She’d have done that one naked, easily.”

“That would have been nice to see,” Rory snickered.

Mia got right in his ear.  “I’ve seen her pussy…”

“I know you have!” Rory gave right back to her, and bit her ear.

Lyla spun the spinney thing.  It landed on Dare.  It also demanded that she should ‘keep it close, share with the group,’ as Rory’s had. She drew the card and snorted a laugh.  “‘Peel a banana using your feet.’”

Lyla didn’t wait for a translation.  She knew what she had to do.  First, she tugged off her socks, then she rocked onto her back.  Everyone saw where her feet were headed.

“Up on your knees, Conor,” Rory murmured, but it was so quiet that Conor had no trouble hearing him.

Lyla reached out with her right foot and drew it up and along Conor’s very evident erection pushing at his boxerbriefs.  “Got a ripe one… right… here…”  She brought up her left foot and the two sandwiched Conor’s cock, and she began caressing it through the fabric until his cock head popped out the top.

“Oh, god… I officially change my name to Conor Del Monte…” he moaned.

“Now, where is the stem?”  Lyla’s toes rubbed his cock head, then found his waistband and got about gripping it between them.

“I’d just like to say that, um, that’s a lovely shade of nail polish you have there, Lyla,” Conor said, beginning to perspire.

“Matches my nipples,” she teased.  She had the waistband secure and pulled her feet back.  Conor’s boxers moved out and away, and then down.  Slowly, and then quite quickly, Conor’s cock was revealed as his ‘banana peel’ was stripped away.

Lyla dropped his shorts at his knees, then sat up.  “Oh, that’s a nice cock,” she said to the room.

Mia watched the entire proceeding with wonder.  She looked quickly back at Rory, a little embarrassed, as if she shouldn’t be looking at Conor’s cock.  “Well, that’s not something you see every day.”

“I do,” Rory shrugged.  “But it is a nice cock…”

Mia looked in his eyes and laughed a little laugh.

Lyla got closer in.  She took ahold of Conor’s cock at its base and played with his trim black pubes with her pinky.  She gave him a slow stroke to force a little precum out the head.  “Once you peel a banana, what do you have to do, then?”

No one needed to answer as she took Conor into her mouth.

“We’re falling behind in this game,” Mia breathed over her shoulder.

“Tell me about it,” Rory told her ear as he slipped his hands up her shirt and grasped her breasts — over the bra, yet, but it was thin enough that he could knowingly tweak her nipples.

Lyla let Conor’s crown hang on the tip of her tongue.  “Wait.  The wheel said I had to share with the group.”  She looked to Mia and Rory.  “Well…?”

Conor looked to Rory and shrugged.  “It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

Rory held back a sigh.  He didn’t really want that announced to the girls.

“It’s a game, right?” Mia said, thinking she was teasing him, goading him into maybe trying it.

Rory pulled his hands from Mia’s shirt and moved out from under her.  He came alongside Conor and took his cock from Lyla.  He shook his head and silently swore at Conor, then gave his cock several deep bobs.  Mia and Lyla looked at each other, incredulous.

“Don’t make me cum.  Don’t you make me cum…” Conor intoned.

Rory pulled off.  He looked to Mia.  “You want a taste?  Lyla has to share.”

Mia knee-walked over.  “You look like you knew what you were doing.”

“I’m a good friend.”

“Hi, Conor,” Mia said, looking up as she grasped Conor’s cock.

“Hi, Mia.”

Mia licked Conor’s balls and he sang a high note, then she took him inside her mouth.

“How’s that banana?” Rory teased back.  Mia couldn’t answer.

“Man, I am so full of potassium right now,” Conor breathed as Mia pulled away, satisfied with her taste.  She handed it back off to Lyla.

“Not for much longer,” Lyla said, and got into position to finish her job.

Rory and Mia got back into a comfortable position.  “Well, you have officially given my best friend a blowjob before I’ve even seen your tits,” Rory bemoaned.

“That one’s on you, buster.  Can’t be too nice a guy, you know?”

“But we’re playing a damn game, here,” he knew.

“Yes.  We are, aren’t we?”

Rory pulled her in tight.  “God, I want you.  Tell me this is why we cut school today.”

“Oh, yes.  You’re not leaving here intact,” Mia said.

Conor began breathing raggedly and squealed, “I’m cum… I’m cumming!  Lyla?  Lyla?”

Lyla made no move to pull away as Conor’s body waved like an inflatable guy at a car dealership and blasted his load — his potassium! — down Lyla’s throat.  They collapsed, but somehow didn’t hurt each other.

“Yay…” Conor cheered, scarcely audible.

Lyla sat back up, wiping her chin and swallowing a couple times, yet.  “You ever notice how banana-flavored stuff, like banana candy or whatever, never actually tastes like banana?”

“Yeah.  I remember something like SweeTarts, but not SweeTarts,” Rory recalled.  “And not Spree, but they had banana, and I didn’t like it.”

“There’s those Circus Peanut things.  They’re banana-flavored,” Mia suggested.

“Yeah, those are weird,” Lyla nodded.

“Banana shake?” Conor said weakly from the carpet.

“If they use real bananas, of course, but if it’s powder like at McDonald’s or Burger King, then no way,” Lyla decided, running her fingers through Conor’s pubes.

Mia prodded Conor.  “Hey, if you’re alive, it’s your turn, pick a card…”

“Fuck off…”  Conor convulsed a couple times more, and some more non-banana-flavored cum dribbled out of him.

Rory reached his finger over and scooped it up.  “Taste?” he offered Mia.

“Mine,” Lyla demanded, and directed Rory’s hand to her mouth and licked it off his finger.

Rory felt the erotic charge from Lyla’s tongue, but decided not to say anything about it with Mia right there.

Continued in Part 2

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