Several guys turn on a girl mightily (MMMF) | 2016

(TROOF STATUS: irrelevant details like names all wildly different changed. All else preserved)

Back when I was in college, there was a girl, let us call her Alice, who was in my circle of geeky friends. She played magic and the Star Wars CCG, she made calculus jokes, all the good stuff. Also she had a very dirty mouth and talked up a good session in bed, in mixed company. By October, Alice was dating Bob. By November, they weren't. By December, Alice was dating Charlie. And then we get to the end of term.

She invited Bob, Charlie, and me (and others who declined to come) to a party at her place. We proceeded to have a good fun evening of experimental card games, magic, and her distracting her boyfriend by being sexy at/on him for tactical advantage, but not in a way that revealed anything.

When the evening was getting late, Charlie was going to stay but Bob and I began to get ready to go. Then Alice looked out the window and pointed out that we hadn't looked at the weather report because there were like 17 feet of snow on the ground (there were not actually 17 feet of snow on the ground, but walking home 2 miles through what there was seemed a singularly unattractive option, and her announcement was implicit permission to stay).

So we decided to keep going. But, Alice decided that she was going to change into something more comfortable. She told me to close my eyes, which I did, and when I was allowed to reopen them she was in baggy flannel button-down shirt and drawstring-pants PJs. I don't recall for sure whether Bob had been excluded from the show, but I think he closed his eyes too. Either way, it wasn't exactly the most secure method of ensuring her privacy, to put it mildly, even if it worked.

Anyway, we played hearts for a bit - I stayed pretty clean for several rounds and then shot the moon, which got them to want to not do that anymore. Alice put on some music and began dancing with Charlie. I wasn't really into that, so I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

At some point I am asked to move over, which I do. Now it's Charlie-Alice-Me on the bed, and Bob's all alone. We talk in the dark for a ridiculously long time. Somewhere in there I point out that it's possible for Bob to actually get a spot if I slip down. Everyone's skeptical until it works.

So, Charlie is lying flat on the edge of the bed with his arm under the pillow, which has his head and Alice and Bob's heads. I'm sprawled across Alice's midriff with my elbow up against Charlie's and my head lying on my hand, on her belly. Bob, in turn, is lying normally on the top of the bed but sprawled kind of across me at the bottom, and I have an arm hooked over his leg to make it less precarious. His junk was probably somewhere near the bottom of the back of my chest - not that it mattered at the time but I was just thinking about that in retrospect.

And we lay there, nearly still, and now silent, for quite a while. It was very cozy. Blankets over our legs and Charlie's back only, since we had enough body-warmth to go around (Bob had a sweater).

I wasn't in any particular danger of falling asleep since my head and hands an inch from her panties and she - and apparently her boyfriend - were cool with that.

At some point, Alice began stroking the top of my head.

I took this as a sign that she was pretty happy with me being there. Which in turn suggested that she might have something in mind - something that was more of a thing than what was going on at the moment, which was nothing at all. And I figured that if I was wrong and she didn't like something I did, her first reaction would probably be to stop stroking my head and I would stop and back up immediately. So, I took my fingertips and flipped them from the outside of her flannel pants to the inside.

Head-stroking continued. I had one knuckle each of three fingers in her pants and she was stroking my head. Suspicion confirmed. I slipped one finger under the rim of her panties. Head-stroking continued.

Two more fingers followed. Head-stroking continued.

Teeny tiny rotation of my arm, moving my hand down. I felt a pube with my middle finger. Head-stroking intensified.

Okay, that was no accident. Feeling pretty confident but in no rush, I crept down at a rate of about a millimeter every ten seconds until my fingers were enmeshed in pubic hair. She kept it neat and trimmed, but still long enough to wrap over a finger.

I stayed at the top of her pubic bone, stroking that one area. Head-stroking continued.

After a good long time, I slipped forward a little further. I could feel the upper tip of the cleft of her labia majora - too far foward for her clit, but getting there.

By this time, I'm feeling a general, if very subtle, writing among everyone present, so I'm pretty sure that her BF and ex are doing something to her breasts and kissing or something. I know Bob isn't kissing her breasts because he'd have to shift his body to do that, but maybe Charlie was. Alice is the only one who knows what everyone is doing.

So I pick up the pace a little bit and get my middle finger down as far as the top of her prepuce. Head stroking slows down, so I back up a tiny bit. Head stroking resumes. I stay there and stroke and rub, and she strokes me in turn, until

"Oh, god, I'm so turned on that if I weren't having a period I'd rip my clothes off and have you gangbang me right this instant."

I pull my hand out. I suspect she's lying - I can't smell anything, and I'm close enough I would - but she clearly was calling an end to the night's activities, and if she chose to provide an excuse rather than just say 'enough', that doesn't change it.

I say, "Just what's going on up there?"

Charlie returns, "What's going on down there?"

"Less than you probably think."

Alice backs me up, "He's all good. Just, damn, you guys." (tone = admiring/appreciating, not complaining)

And so we switch from foreplay to more explicitly sexy conversation. None of us ever actually say just what we were doing, and I never turn my head up to probably get a very dimly lit view of her breasts, and then, SOMEHOW, we all manage to fall asleep in that position.

In the morning, Bob leaves the moment the snowplow comes by - he had to get a train or something. I got the worst rest since my position was most awkward, so when Alice and Charlie get up I just get my head up to the pillow and relax.

Alice and Charlie begin making out - not heavily, but her flannel pants are off and there's frenching and tight hugs, and I'm watching. They whisper in each others' ears for a bit. Then she stands up and comes over to the bed. If I were trying to exaggerate the story, this would be when I'd say she sauntered, or slunk, or something, but it was a really ordinary walk and though she ends up straddling me it's more of a plop than a smooth move.

It's immediately AFTER that, that she begins acting super-sexy. Curling over me, swaying hips, rubbing my chest, sitting on my belly and squirming.

I look over to Charlie, and then ask them both, "What's this?"

Alice says, "Oh, just trying to make him jealous."

"So... the most appropriate thing for me to do is absolutely nothing?" I hover my hands behind her ass.

"Yeah, you don't have my permission to do anything at all." she says. As soon as I've dropped my hands out of the way, she humps my leg for a bit. Undoes a button on her flannel shirt, but not enough to do more than increase the cleavage.

This continues for a while, but then she kind of suddenly stops, and that's the end of that.

She doesn't appear to regret it, but by the time winter break is over, she's settled on 'let's not do that again', possibly because of trouble with Charlie. Ah well.