Operation: Johnny – Part 1
Operation: Johnny – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos
Story #3 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series
We met Johnny Walker at the Starbucks, downtown. Lyla and I had taken off a little before noon to window-shop, boy-watch, be a nuisance to old ladies, maybe steal a few things, and generally hang out. Typical Saturday. You know.
I was picking up my venti white chocolate mocha with extra caramel drizzle and vanilla sweet cream cold foam when Lyla elbowed me. “Mia, oh my god, the Walker boys just came in!”
I looked around and, sure enough, there was the cute-as-fuck Johnny and his big brother, Scott.
Johnny immediately recognized us when we put ourselves in front of them. “Hi, Johnny. Hi, Scott,” I said, though I may have put extra words in there, or a weird inflection, I don’t know, maybe.
My boyfriend Rory has been hanging out with Johnny more, lately, and when “the gang” gets together we make sure to call him. He and Johnny are friends from their soccer team at our high school, along with Lyla’s sometimes-boyfriend, Conor. Lyla is lucky enough to have Johnny in a few classes, this year. Johnny is seriously cute, and if I weren’t with Rory…
Lyla was all eyes for Scott, twirling her blond hair over her ear. Her “Hello, Scott,” couldn’t be missed as a “please take me home and fuck me” invitation. Scott’s a Senior, and he is dating Rory’s sister, Fiona, and the entire school knows that.
Scott and Johnny were almost like twins, Scott being taller and… bigger? should I say? A couple more years of muscle, anyway. Johnny’s a Sophomore, like us, so he’s got time to grow, but he’s still more than hot. Much more than hot. They both had dark brown hair, taken care of this morning instead of the way it looked after a game. Scott had a little curl in front, while Johnny’s was just a little longer, hanging over an eye. Scott had brown eyes, though Johnny’s blues were clear and hypnotizing.
Johnny greeted us with a hug each, but Scott was more reserved, as he should be, I suppose. “Mia,” Scott nodded. He knows me from when I am over at Rory’s place. He looked at Lyla, and I could see him recognize the look in her eyes, but he was at a loss for her name. Because I was closer to Johnny, I could hear him subtly whisper her name to his brother to help him out. “And Lyla. How’s it going?”
Scott excused himself and went to order. Johnny asked him to get him a matcha latte, and sat at our table.
“Where are you guys goin’?” Lyla asked.
“Just had some stuff to do. Almost heading home. Might make one more stop, if he lets me,” Johnny told us. “Typical for you two, though, huh?” he smiled. He had a nice smile. A real nice smile. “Taking up the whole sidewalk and making old ladies get out of your way?”
“There’s room,” I laughed, “by the lampposts!”
“What happened to your hand?” Lyla asked. Johnny had a brace of some kind on his right hand, going up under his brown bomber jacket. “You didn’t have that at Homecoming, did you?”
“Yeah, no, that’s one of the places we went today. The doctor’s,” he said, pulling his sleeve back. It was a brace, not a cast, and went up almost to his elbow. “I hyper-extended my ring finger and pinky, and I can’t feel much in my thumb, index, and middle fingers. Sometimes they go completely numb.”
“That happen at Thursday’s game?” I asked. I was there. Those matches can get rough, and I know he and Rory both were involved in a few bad tackles that turned into fouls, and yellow cards things.
“No, it’s kind of half-and-half. The hyper-extension happened at the game on Tuesday, and I just taped it up. The numbness…? I got the hand stepped on before, with cleats, but doc says it might just be carpal tunnel from typing on my laptop wrong,” Johnny explained. “Might have to have an operation if there’s nerve damage. I have to do this one-thousand needle test, like a bed of nails, put on my arm to see. But I’m wearing this thing religiously.”
“That sucks,” I said. “Maybe no homework?” I tried to find a bright side.
“No chance,” he half-laughed. “Besides, you know me. I’d try to find some way to do it, anyway.”
“Has it stopped you from your… other pursuits… when surfing the net?” Lyla asked.
Johnny caught her meaning, and actually blushed. I think he was going to answer her, maybe with some comeback. Lyla’s Conor would’ve made six bad puns, by now, but Johnny just patted her hand and said, “I’m fine.”
To me, though, he whispered the word, “Ambidextrous.”
“Are you?” I smiled back, wondering if I knew what he meant. I was pretty sure, but my imagination wandered.
Johnny was looking at me. Not staring, but I could see in his eyes some consideration. “Did you change your hair?” he asked.
“Just a trim,” I said. But he noticed!
“It looked like you were growing your hair out.” He was right. I was letting my dark-brown hair go past my shoulders.
“I am. Just have to keep it in control, though, you know?” I said.
“Can’t look like Hermione in the first books,” Lyla added. She figured he’d get the reference, and his smile showed he did.
He reached out and tugged a little on Lyla’s scarf, felt it in his fingers of his good hand. “I like this. Offsets your sweater, and goes with your eyes…”
Lyla melted a little inside; she couldn’t respond to him, just smiled and blushed. She’d worn a sweater so she only needed a light jacket, but complemented it with a nice scarf. And Johnny was right, the blue woven through it did go with her eyes. Boys don’t know what we go through to look right, but Johnny noticed these things.
Scott came over a moment later and gave Johnny his green drink. “You ready to go, or you gonna hang with your girls?”
“Oh, please stay with us,” I begged.
“I guess I’ll see you at home, later,” Johnny told him, and a little thrill shot through me.
“Do well, young man,” Scott said privately to his brother, but I heard, anyway. He clapped him on the shoulder, waved to Lyla and me, and headed out of the store. Lyla followed him with her eyes, biting her lip, until she couldn’t see him, anymore.
“Damn, your brother’s so hot…” she told Johnny, though why she’d tell him is a mystery. Like, we have this cute boy captive, and she’s gonna compare him to his older brother?
“Tell that to his girlfriend,” Johnny said back, rolling his eyes.
“She’s hot, too,” Lyla said, picturing her. I could tell she was picturing her.
“That you don’t have to tell me. That I know,” Johnny agreed.
“So, are they maybe going to break up, soon? Do you know?” Lyla demanded.
“What is this?” Johnny asked, putting his drink down. “You guys wanted me to hang with you, but it’s all just to get the inside scoop on my brother?” He stood up, and looked out the window at a black Dodge Challenger driving past and making it through the green light. “And there goes my ride…”
I could have spit at Lyla just then. I had to save this. “Johnny… Johnny, that’s not it. That’s just Lyla being Lyla. She’s got a crush on Scott that’ll go nowhere. But please, stay with us.”
He looked disappointed. “Why? Is this one of those things where you take me all over downtown and I have to pay for everything, and suddenly I’m buying you new outfits? Count me out,” he grumbled. He almost walked out, but decided to come back for his drink.
I grabbed his wrist. His good one. “No, Johnny, we just want you to hang out with us. You’re our friend. Please. It’s better to have a guy with us.”
He didn’t pull his arm away. I could tell by his eyes he was turning things over in his head. I stroked the hair on his arm that I could reach under his jacket sleeve. He looked at Lyla. “Are you really with Conor?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Lyla replied. “Why does no one believe that?”
“And where’s Rory?” he asked me.
“He’ll catch up with us, later. Then we can all do something together.” There was a point, on that one day a bunch of us cut school and had some “fun” together at Lyla’s, when both Rory and I decided we wanted to include Johnny in our plans, more. And maybe, if he was into it, in our “fun.”
I realized then that Johnny might be worried about being perceived as ‘moving in on’ me and Lyla, instead of just hanging with pals. “It’s okay,” I told him. “We’re just a bunch of friends, you know?”
Johnny exhaled his frustration, and I could sense him relax. He glanced at Lyla and said, “Okay.”
We all took our drinks and headed out onto Dalton Street. We had to avoid a bunch of middle schoolers climbing on the fountain that had been shut off for the season. Lyla was ahead of us a few steps, and Johnny stopped some punk from running into her, and she didn’t even notice. Then I caught Johnny checking out her walk. He corrected his gaze, but smiled when he knew I wasn’t going to let him go on it. “Little crush, there?”
Johnny looked at me and then at Lyla’s backside, again. “Both of you. You know that.”
I took Johnny’s hand and squeezed it.
“Hey, I’m hosting Halloween, this year. You coming to my party?” I asked him.
“Is this my official invitation?” he asked, and I could tell by his eyes that he was wondering if I had planned on inviting him, or just doing it because he was with us, now.
“Do I need to send out e-vites?” I groaned. “It’s just for me and my friends. It’s not going to be Project X or anything the whole school is coming to. So, yes, this is me inviting you.”
“Are we dressing up?” he asked. Good. He was coming. “Or is it just an excuse to get drunk on orange Hi-C and vodka in your basement?”
“No, you need a costume,” Lyla joined in. “I keep mine simple, but fun, so I can dance.”
“That’s how I like them, too,” Johnny smiled at her in camaraderie. “Will you dance with me, then?”
“I danced with you at Homecoming, didn’t I?” she responded.
“Once.”
We came to the comics shop. Johnny stopped and looked in the window. “Do you want to go in?” I asked him.
“Scott was going to put up with me in there for a bit, but I can’t ask you two to…” he sighed.
“Come on,” I said and Lyla opened the door.
The place was pretty intense inside. I have to admit I’d never gone inside the place, before. There were comic books all over the place, of course, on the walls and in boxes and standing in tables, and there were posters, and graphic novels, and toys, too. Johnny waved at the guy behind the desk. Guess he knew him. The guy didn’t look like the fat guy on The Simpsons, though, but more like Deadpool’s bartender friend.
“What are we looking for?” I asked Johnny.
“Well, I won’t browse. I’m just picking up the latest Batman and Spider-Man, and we can get going,” he said, though he took four comics.
“Hey, can we get one for Rory? He likes Spider-Man. Got him all over his room,” I asked.
“Okay,” Johnny said, and reached for another book, but I stopped him.
“Can we get one with Mysterio or Doctor Octopus? I know he likes them from the movies,” I mentioned.
Johnny stopped, and seemed to consider something. “Like a gift? Like a birthday present or something?”
“Just because. Because I like him. Because you and I both love him, really,” I elbowed him. “You know what I mean.”
Johnny went to the guy. I’m not exactly sure what he said, but he said something about Number 141, and ‘reader copy.’ The guy looked at him hard, then disappeared. He came back with a comic and put it in a clear envelope. Johnny gave it to me to look at. It was pretty cool looking. It had Spider-Man on the cover, and he was fighting Mysterio and Doctor Octopus. And the Vulture, too, and a couple of other guys I didn’t recognize.
Then I saw the same comic up along the wall, near the ceiling, and it had a price on it. My jaw dropped. “Johnny! Tell me you’re not spending $279.00!”
“No, we got him a used copy, one he can read. Don’t worry,” he told me.
I breathed a little easier.
Johnny took care of his purchase and we were about to leave when Lyla called to him, “Hey, can we get Conor a Superboy one?” Conor has black hair and wears a black Superboy t-shirt with a red S on it every day of his life. Johnny grimaced, but went to a box and pulled out a comic with the Superboy named Conner on it. He showed it to the guy and the guy just waved, like ‘take it and get out of here.’ Johnny tossed the book to Lyla and she caught it.
Outside, I told Johnny, “Thanks. What do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said.
“I can’t do that,” I protested. “Let me give you something.”
Johnny looked at Lyla. Lyla was looking at her comic while she was walking. Luckily, there was no one in front of her. Johnny looked back to me. “Give me a kiss when Rory isn’t looking, someday.”
I laughed. “I’ll kiss you in front of him. He knows I think you’re a cutie. You’re my ‘hall pass.’”
Johnny blushed at that. Then I knew it was time to put a plan into action. “C’mon, we’re done down here. Let’s go to my place,” I said. Lyla was all for it. I wouldn’t let Johnny say ‘no.’ He had to walk me home.
At my house, we could be social with boys in the family room, but for once, the house was mine, so I took them both to my bedroom. Originally, with my folks out, the day was going to be a Mia-and-Rory snugglefest, but Rory had to go help with some work at his grandma’s, so that’s why I went downtown with Lyla.
“This is a cute room,” Johnny said, taking off his jacket. He didn’t seem surprised that I brought them into my bedroom. He and his brother had a lot more freedom at home, I guess.
“Get comfy,” said Lyla, my constant visitor, as she pried off her shoes and kicked them at the wall. We all threw our jackets on my desk chair. I nodded at Johnny’s shoes, and he took them off.
I texted Rory before I put my phone into my bedside dock and put on a good playlist.
Johnny gave me a look. Not too nervous, not too curious, but almost too sure of himself. “So what are we gonna do?”
I wondered if I could really do this. I wasn’t kidding about Johnny being my ‘hall pass.’ I’d told Rory that I thought Johnny was cute. And Rory agreed with me. I’d asked Rory once if he was ‘bi’ because I’ve seen him and Conor suck and fuck each other when we played a dare game. Rory said he’s only done it with Conor, but didn’t know if he could with anyone else. We kind of settled on the idea that Johnny would be someone that both of us wouldn’t mind seeing naked in bed.
“Well, Lyla and me have kinda been on a board game kick, lately,” I said.
Lyla smiled brightly and shook her blond locks. “It’s true! So, since this is your first time here, you have to play one with us.”
“Let’s see what you got,” Johnny said.
He didn’t say ‘Board games? Oh, no!’ and he didn’t say ‘I have to leave soon.’ He gave me a look that said he was in for whatever I had planned.
Could he see through my plan? I have to remember that Johnny is, like, one of the smartest guys in school, or at least in our year. He’s always got a book with him, but he plays soccer and baseball, and he plays cello in the Orchestra, and I’ve seen him with a guitar. He probably sees me coming from a mile away.
I went to my closet and opened the louvered doors, giving them both a gander at my entire wardrobe. But up above were my board games. I didn’t have too many, and some — like Candyland and Chutes and Ladders — disappeared long ago.
“I got Life. I got Trouble. I got Mystery Date. I got Jurassic Park. I got Operation. I got…”
“No Monopoly?” Johnny asked, not too seriously.
“My dad had a Star Wars Monopoly, but sold it in a garage sale,” I remembered. “No one likes Monopoly.”
“Tru dat,” Johnny laughed. “How about Operation, then? I haven’t played that since…”
I got on my tip-toes to try and pull it down, and was going to get my desk chair so as not to have all the games come falling down on top of me — because then my Lite-Brite would fall, too, and then there’d be little pieces everywhere and…
But Johnny came to my rescue. He’s taller than me, but he didn’t get the game for me — he picked me up while I was on tip-toes reaching for it. It was like I was suddenly floating up, like someone in one of the comic books we’d bought.
I have to say… his arms around me made me… tingle.
Back on my feet, I looked at Lyla, and even her mouth was hanging open. I mean, she knew what our mission here was, but how well Johnny was playing into it made us wonder who was really in charge of the game!
We opened the game box on the bed and sat around it. The goofy naked guy with the bad haircut and holes in his body looked back at us.
“Now, the question is: when did you last change the batteries? Does the nose and buzzer still work?” Johnny asked, fishing for the electric tweezers, while I was trying to collect all the loose money and Doctor and Specialist cards.
“And… do I still have all the little pieces?” I added. “Looks… like it…”
“But,” Johnny looked under the board to inspect the batteries, “the batteries are kind of corroded, so, no buzzer.”
“You guys have got it all wrong,” Lyla said, waving her hands in front of us. “We don’t play the actual board game, Dr. Mia. We play the sexy version.”
“Ah, yes, I concur, Dr. Lyla. The sexy version…” I said, all mysterious. I learned that doctors say ‘concur’ a lot from Leo DiCaprio’s movie Catch Me If You Can. But what the heck was the sexy version of Operation? We had to come up with something quick, while Johnny was still interested, before he said ‘Whoa! lemme out of here!’ or something.
“How could you forget the sexy version? Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Johnny joked at us.
“Hey, no backtalk from the patient,” I shot back at him, when it hit me. The patient! I knew what we had to do.
I moved the game board to the floor. I guided Johnny to lay down on the bed. “Yes, sir, don’t worry, we’ll take very good care of you. Just lie here, and get comfy, and we’ll take care of all your troubles and aches and pains.”
Lyla took his head in her hands and started to massage his temples. Johnny closed his eyes, but nothing could erase his smile!
“Dr. Lyla, please concur and take care of the anesthesia. I’ll be right back with our tools. You know, knives and things,” I said, just to shake Johnny up. It didn’t work.
I went into the kitchen and searched the cabinet where my mom keeps the spices and food coloring and things. What I needed was… right there! Cake writing icing! Four colors of gel for writing ‘Happy Birthday’ and shit like that on birthday cakes! This would be fun!
When I returned and showed the squeeze bottles to Lyla and Johnny, Johnny got up.
“Back in bed, at once!” Lyla ordered, pointing to the space Johnny used to be in. Was he finally giving up? Damn!
“But doctor,” he said, pulling his shirt off over his head with his left hand, “the patient needs to be undressed, doesn’t he?” Johnny pointed at the silly naked guy on the game and I knew he had me figured out! Maybe not completely, but he had me!
Lyla and I just stood there and drooled as Johnny Walker took his clothes off. Johnny’s chest was a little more developed than my Rory’s — and much more than Conor’s — and I couldn’t take my eyes off his dark nipples. His belt unbuckling stopped time, I swear. His jeans came down and he grabbed his socks in the same move as each pant leg. When he stood, he straightened his red boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide the shape of his cock.
I self-consciously looked up to his eyes. As sure as he’d looked when he started this, he looked a little edgy, now, a flush in his face. He was deciding whether to remove his underwear. I know what I wanted him to do. I know what Lyla wanted him to do. Johnny met both of our gazes, and decided to keep that bit of mystery. He climbed back on the bed and laid down, as he had before, except now he was nearly naked.
This was going better than I’d imagined. And I’d imagined a few different scenarios. Just not this one.
But here was Johnny Walker, almost naked, on my bed, his chest and abs ready for me to touch, his cock growing in his boxers ready for me to…
“Doctors… I put myself in your good hands,” he said, a crafty smile barely there.
Lyla and I had to let loose a giggle-scream the like of which we hadn’t done since we became high schoolers and got asked out by upperclassmen. I gave her the blue and the green gels, and I kept the school colors of red and yellow. Over the next few minutes, we gel-drew the Operation pieces on Johnny’s body: the Adam’s apple, wishbone, broken heart, funny bone, spare ribs, butterfly in the stomach, writer’s cramp, bread basket, and water on the knee. Just couldn’t decide how to do the rubber band thing for connecting his ankle bone to his knee bone, but we’d figure that out later. When Lyla drew the wrenched ankle on his foot and I drew the charlie horse right below his shorts leg and he flinched a little, I knew how the game would work.
“Are you ticklish?” I asked Johnny.
“Does it matter?” he asked back. “Because whenever someone says that to you, you know they’re going to touch you, anyway.”
He was right. I poked him at his waist and dragged my nail up his side below his armpit. He totally bent on his right side.
“Perfect,” I declared. “I go first.” Lyla was going to say something, but let me have it. I took a Doctor card but had to laugh as she was sucking the last of the gel out of the blue tube. The girl just couldn’t wait!
My card read: “‘Remove Spare Ribs. Patient has some ribs to spare, take out a couple, but use care.’ So, hmmm… wherever did I put that scalpel?”
Johnny watched to see what I would do, how I would attempt to ‘remove’ his spare ribs. I tied my long, brown hair into a pony tail and flung it to one side. I held Johnny’s eye as I leaned over his body. Then I opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue. I touched his bod just below his pecs, touching with just the tip of my tongue, and carefully licked the red gel off of the double rounded rectangles I’d drawn on his ribcage.
Johnny flinched with the sensation and let out a laugh/moan. I knew he liked my idea.
“Oh, no, you flinched, Johnny! I must’ve hit a nerve!” I pulled my mouth away from him, his spare ribs not yet removed completely. I looked all pouty-disappointed. “Looks like Dr. Lyla gets a crack at it…”
“Yes, I concur!” Lyla hissed, rubbing her hands together. She leaned across Johnny’s bod. I had to caution her not to mess up the other artwork; she had tied her hair, too, but forgot about her big boobs. She comically held her breasts back with one arm across her chest and still made it over to lick the rest of Johnny’s ribs.
Johnny was expecting the sensation, now, so Lyla was successful. He’d held his breath, this time, while Lyla licked his body, so exhaled, but I heard what was in his breath. “Fuck me…”
“Mmm, maybe…” I whispered. I’m sure Lyla heard the entire exchange.
I gave Lyla my ‘spare ribs’ card, worth $300. I don’t know if we were playing for the funny money, but it made it complete. Technically, the Specialist card would come into play, but she forgot to pull it.
It was Lyla’s turn. She drew: “Ah-ha-ha… yes… ‘Remove Adam’s apple. Including the core, you’ll end up with money and friends galore.’” The apple-thing I’d drawn in red was pretty accessible on his throat, but Lyla considered whether she needed to hold her boobs back, again, as she leaned across Johnny.
“You worried about your boobs, or getting stuff on your sweater?” Johnny asked. “There is something you could do to fix both problems, you know.”
Lyla took his meaning. Johnny had been bold enough to undress for the game, now the challenge was given to Lyla. And to me, too, I knew. A smile grew on Lyla’s face, and she slowly pulled her sweater over her head. She kicked her head to fix her blond hair and met his eyes, knowing it was something he’d wanted to see for some time, now. It was also something she’d wanted to do for some time now, I knew.
“C’mon, don’t cheap out on me, Dr. Lyla,” Johnny said, waiting for her to finish.
I watched Lyla’s face to see if we were really doing this. In my gut, I knew we were, but she would be taking the first full step (besides licking Johnny’s ribs). I suppose it was easier with the boys in the Girl Talk game; we were all having fun and it just got wilder. We were doing this now with intent. I don’t know if she and Conor have a “hall pass” thing like me and Rory talked about, but it’s early for them. And it’s just a game, again. But I knew she liked Johnny.
Lyla’s arms disappeared behind her back. Her white bra hung in mid-air for a moment, then fell under the bed, and Lyla’s big breasts and their soft-pink nipples were revealed for Johnny’s “safety.” Johnny hummed something to the tune of ‘there you go,’ but the words were muffled as Lyla nudged his chin upward, bent low, and licked the red gel from his throat.
Slowly. Carefully. With precision.
And all the time, intentionally rubbing her breasts along Johnny’s shoulder and bicep, but careful not to smudge the blue ‘pencil’ on his forearm.
Johnny’s eyes were closed, but his smile showed he loved playing my game. When his eyes opened, they found mine. His eyes were dangerous. A girl could get lost in those aquamarines.
Lyla sucked on the loose skin of Johnny’s throat just to be sure she’d gotten all the red gel. “Success!” When she rose away from him, Johnny couldn’t help but stroke her and get a feel of those breasts. I couldn’t blame him. I liked them, too.
I couldn’t wait for my card. “‘Patient has overloaded bread basket. Remove a slice, the fee is nice.’ This should be easy,” I said, eyeing the yellow slice-of-bread art on Johnny’s belly. Not to be outdone by the topless Lyla, I pulled off my shirt, too.
“That’s it. This is dangerous, precise work,” Johnny put to me as I removed my black bra. I loved how he was staring at my breasts. His fingers found my stomach, but with his brace on that hand, he was conscious of not being able to cop a full feel, so didn’t try. He did stroke the swell of my breast with his first two fingers, though, and then up to my nipple, which sent an instant shiver through me. Then they moved down to my jeans waist. “You know, you probably shouldn’t be wearing your scrubs, at all, doctor.”
I’d been wondering about the timing, but he gave me the reason. And I’ll admit a little pride in moving a step ahead of Lyla. I pushed my jeans down as he watched, though I couldn’t do the sock move like he’d done, so took a seat at my desk to finish pulling off the legs, and then removed my socks. His hand moved off the bed, and I could see his fingers doing something in the air, like he was pretending to stroke my feet from his perspective. I decided to keep my panties on, like he did. For the mystery? Hopefully, only temporarily, too. And they were cute: black bikini with little white diamonds. I wanted him and Lyla to see them, even though Lyla was there when I bought them.
I approached his stomach. “Let’s see, which angle should I attack this from?” I found an angle that let my breasts swish against his side and hip. “Something’s in the way, though. Better move it, or someone could get hurt.” With that, I took ahold of Johnny’s cock. It was still inside his boxer briefs, but —damn!— it felt good. It was a nice size, and I was sure it would feel terrific going inside me. If? When? I couldn’t let go of it. I began licking that yellow gel on his belly, doing my best to taste his skin and flick the hair at his navel and treasure trail, but couldn’t help but stroke that cock through the lycra. Just softly. Open hand across the top and back. It was hot — that I could tell right through the material. I knew it would be. And his crown… I wanted to…
“Hey, Dr. Mia, I think you got it,” Lyla reminded me. I rose up and made eye contact with Johnny again. His blue eyes said that this boy wanted to fuck me.
Not yet, my browns told him back.
Lyla pulled the next card. The broken heart. Her pants were already off. There was a blue smear on her tit. How long was I down on Johnny’s stomach?
She rested her breasts on Johnny’s upper arm, and was tracing the red gel heart on his chest with her finger. “Ever have a broken heart, Johnny?”
“I don’t know about ‘broken,’ but… disappointed, maybe?” he said. “Akiko Tanaka,” he clarified.
“What happened?” Lyla asked. “Was she your first?”
“No,” he breathed a laugh. “Her sister was.”
The line of Lyla’s questioning answered a question I had. I don’t know if I’d ever seen Johnny with a girlfriend, other than the priss cheerleader he took to the Homecoming dance, but the way we were interacting today, I didn’t think he still owned his V-card, anymore.
“What?” Lyla gasped.
“Yeah. Akari Tanaka, or just Kari. During the summer, like July, my brother and Fiona threw a party at my house when my folks were gone. I hung out, had a few beers, but they weren’t my crowd, really. Some of them were Orchestra people, but they were Seniors. Scott’s friend, Danny, was trying to turn me into the butler or garbageman or something, so I just took myself out of it. Went back to my room, and wound up guarding it from invasion from people looking for privacy. But in wanders Kari, and she shuts my door, and gives me a blow job.”
“No way!”
“Yeah. And I’m like, ‘Okay, go for it.’ Her clothes come off. And then she puts me down there, and she’s like, ‘Come on, now it’s time for you to lick my pussy.’ So I give it my best shot, never done it before, but I guess I did alright, ‘cause she gets moaning. And then she let me fuck her. And I thought that was pretty damn cool,” he finished.
“So how does her sister break your heart?” I asked.
“Well, I had no idea who I’d just fucked. She left, I went to sleep. A couple days later, Scott goes, ‘So, I hear you fucked Kari Tanaka,’ and I’m like, ‘So, that’s who it was?’ She thought she’d found Scott, and was going to tell Fiona that she fucked Scott and he had to break with her and all that. But Scott told her, ‘Oh, you must be the mystery girl who fucked my little brother!’ So that messed up her plan.” Johnny had to laugh, as did me and Lyla. “But the thing is, I actually had a crush on her sister, Akiko — Kiki, I called her.”
“We know Aki,” I said. She has cute little titties. I’d do her.
“So I asked her out, and she runs away, all happy, giggly. She didn’t tell me yes or no, just ran away.” Johnny shrugged. “I don’t know what the hell that means, but the next day I go and find her, and I ask her out again, like maybe she didn’t understand, or she needed a night to think about it, or something. But she goes, ‘I can’t go out with you because you fucked my sister.’ So, I’m like, son-of-a-bitch. I finally get the nerve to ask out my crush, and her sister screws me, again!”
“Did she?” Lyla laughed.
“Actually, yeah,” Johnny said. “I saw her downtown with her friends, and asked her why she told her sister, and what the hell? Later, she came over to my house, I thought to apologize, and she fucks me again. She doesn’t want me to fuck her little virgin sister because she wants to fuck me.”
“Is Kari your girlfriend, now?”
“No. She just fucks me now and then. And Kiki won’t talk to me.”
Lyla leaned down and began to lick Johnny’s chest. First, she licked the crack I’d drawn in the heart-shape. “There,” she said, “stick with us and we’ll fix your broken heart.” Then she set about to lick the rest of the heart clean. And sucked on his nipple for good measure.
His good hand was inside Lyla’s panties, getting a good feel of her ass. The fingers of his bad hand were tracing my panties, dipping inside the hem. He found my landing strip. “Can you feel those?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He opened his eyes, and licked his lips, a little. “There’s enough sensation.”
“I hope you don’t need that real operation,” I stroked through his hair.
“You and me both. I’m not looking forward to this thousand-needles-thing, either.” Lyla rolled her head and Johnny got some of her hair caught in his mouth. He made a face at me while he tried to get it off his lips and tongue. His hand left my pubes and he played with my nipples, as best he could with the brace in the way. “Am I going to have to get in a fight with Rory? I’d rather not kick his ass. He’s a really good winger.”
“No, no fight needed. I told you, Rory knows. And besides,” I leaned in and licked his ear while I whispered, “if you’re open to it, I think Rory might like to suck your cock as much as I would.”
I pulled away to gauge his reaction. I mostly just got a concerned eye; he didn’t say anything.
“Dr. Mia?”
I looked down to see what Lyla wanted.
“I’m sorry, but I smeared the wishbone, a little. Want to help me with this one? If we do it together, maybe one of us will get our wish?” she giggled.
I left Johnny’s eyes and went to the center of his chest where Lyla and I both licked the blue wishbone from either side. And believe me, I did make a wish.
Then our tongues met in the center for the top part of the ‘bone.’ We knew what Johnny wanted to see, and Lyla and I French kissed each other. No strange occurrence, I knew her tongue well — we’d done this often when fucking each other after school.
When we broke the kiss, I caught Johnny’s smile. I pulled my next card. It was the wishbone, so I tossed it and went for another. Writer’s Cramp. “‘Remove the pencil, leave no doubt. Be sure the lead is also out.’ Give me your good arm.”
Johnny brought his arm over his chest for me, but all I saw, instead of the ‘pencil’ Lyla drew, was a blue smear. I licked what remained on his forearm. “What happened? Where’s the rest?” I raised my eyes to once again see that blue smear on Lyla’s left breast. I let Johnny’s arm go and put my hands out. “Let me have them, Lyla, or I won’t get my fee.”
I loved Lyla’s breasts. I’m sure many people admired Lyla’s breasts, but only a few have gotten to love them. When she’s cold, her nipples can get so sharp they can cut glass, but when she’s warm and turned-on, her areolas pancake out and it’s like half her breast is pink. I licked that blue gel smear off easily, but had to make sure, you know?
“I found the rest. Sorry,” Johnny said from my left. I moved away from Lyla’s tit and saw him referring to a smudge on her ass.
“Here, take over,” I ordered Johnny and handed him Lyla’s breasts. His mouth took right to them. I climbed down from the bed and went around the other side. The smudge was above her left cheek, but it was time to remove those damn panties. And off they came. I would’ve done mine, too, but I wanted Johnny to see it when I did.
I heard Lyla breathe in when my tongue went further than it needed. “Dr. Mia? I hope you won’t mind, but I’ve got a little itch. Do you think you can take care of it for me?” She bent forward a little and thrust her behind out a little more. With a smile, my tongue found its way to her pussy to scratch her itch. I’m a good friend.
This lasted for a little while. I don’t know how long, but when my phone chimed a text from Rory, interrupting a good song, I noticed the clock had changed more than I expected. I left Lyla’s pussy nice and wet and patted her butt. I went to check Rory’s message.
With the interruption, Lyla drew her card. “Wrenched Ankle.” She moved to his lower side and took his left foot in hand and began licking the green gel wrench from his ankle.
Johnny laughed and jerked his foot in her hand.
“Uh-oh, Dr. Lyla, looks like you need a consultation. Do you concur?” I said and joined her. She pretty much had the gel gone, but we took the opportunity to tease his arch and toes, making him laugh and try to pull away. “Looks like we found his laughing place!”
“C’mon, stop that!” he called down to us, trying to get away, but not trying too hard.
“Hey, now you made me mess this one up,” Lyla admonished him about the new blue gel smear at his knee. “What did this one used to be, again?” she asked me.
“Water on the Knee,” I told her. She’d drawn a bucket shape, but now it looked like… well, it just looked like a big blue blur.
“I’ll give you water on the knee,” Lyla grumbled and mounted Johnny’s leg, running her wet pussy up along his shin. Johnny’s eyes were glued to her blond pussy, his hands holding her steady while she rode him.
I know he was wishing she was riding another part of him, but we were actually playing the game fairly well, teasing him to no end. There were only three or four cards left. His unattended cock, still trapped in his boxers, must’ve felt like we were torturing him.
“I’m feeling over-dressed, now.” I needed some attention, and I caught his eye as I took down my black-and-white panties, revealing my thick, dark brown landing strip.
Johnny’s right hand moved off Lyla’s waist and found my pubes, the fingers poking out the brace doing their best to follow my line. I could feel his middle finger parting my hair, from the top going lower, lower… Would he dip inside me? Would he find my button and press it? He stopped just inside my cleft, just at the top, just teasing me. Teasing me back. God, I was wet. Please go further…
I watched his eyes until he looked up at me, and I saw the conflict inside him. Which one of us did he want to fuck more? I had an idea it was me. I imagined he was sending me a message like ‘Find some way to get rid of Lyla’ so we could be alone. I must admit, I was kind of wishing that, too.
But what if it was Lyla? And I was the one-too-many? The way he looks at her…
I picked up a card. Charlie Horse. I kept one leg on the bed to let him continue to tease my pussy as best he could while I bent forward to lick the yellow gel horsie off his right thigh. So close to his cock. Oh, so close to his cock.
Lyla saw our interaction and picked up another card. “Funny Bone. About fuckin’ time!” she growled. She slid her pussy down to Johnny’s ankle and dove for his underwear, yanking them down, revealing his cock. For the brief time I could see it, I saw that it was a nice cock. A real nice-looking cock. Bigger than Rory’s, I thought. Then it was inside Lyla’s mouth.
While I massaged Johnny’s thigh, watching him get a blow job, it occurred to me, and I had to laugh, that Lyla mistook the funny bone for his… well, for his boner. I’m sure it didn’t matter to her. Hell, she knew the difference. It was probably what I would have done, too, given the chance. Fuck, could’ve probably done that a half-hour ago if we didn’t actually play this friggin’ game.
I decided I was going to call out that Johnny had made a noise and flinched, which he certainly did do, so it was my turn, when Rory, my cute blond boyfriend, entered my bedroom.
“Hey, babe,” Rory said, assessing the situation.
(to be continued in Part 2)
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