Terrible Terry [MF][MFF][FF] Ch1 | 2016

I’ll start by giving some background here. I was in college at the time and dating a very special girl. Her name was Theresa, but she went by Terry. This is the story of how we met, but not how we fell in love. That is a long and disastrous story with a lot of insane encounters. I honestly have a hard time even believing it and I fucking lived it. But to start, I’ll tell you about me.

I’m about 6’1 and 175 pounds. I’m not a huge muscular guy, but I played soccer at our little D-II school on the West Coast and so I didn’t have a single ounce of fat on me (if only that were still true). I kept my hair short on the sides because of the heat, but I kept the top long so I didn’t look like I was trying to join the Marines or something. I studied Digital Media and harbored some pretty intense ambition at the time, that I’m still working on, so even then I studied my ass off.

I had just turned 21 and as anyone who has ever turned 21 in the States knows, once you turn 21 you have to buy for all your underage friends. I admit it. I served alcohol to a minor. On numerous occasions. I didn’t really go out a lot, between practice and trying to be an academic all-american, but I did have one girl space friend, Catherine, whom I talked to every so often. We had tentative plans to hang out and enjoy my new found liquor license that evening. She had spent the spring semester studying in France and then interning in San Diego so it had been a while since we talked.

I was expecting to hear the typical girl spiel about how amazing it was in Europe and how everything was perfect and about all her favorite wines and dinners and the amazing connections she made with local men, so I suggested she meet me after practice and I’d take her with me to get some alcohol. That way I could at least make this bearable. As I walked off the practice field with my bag over my shoulder she ambushed me from behind.

“It’s been so longggg!” she squealed as she threw her arms around my neck. Her feet were hanging off the ground as she put all her weight on my back.

“Agh! It’s too hot for this!” I swung her off me and as I did I caught just a tiny peek of her nipple through the side of her tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she wasn’t exactly the type of girl that needed one. She was very slim and short, maybe just at 5’2 and her breasts were small, but exquisite. The kind that just seemed to fit right on her frame. Smooth and supple and she wore them well, like a fashion model almost.

She’d changed a lot since I last saw her. Her ash brown hair was cut short, just above her shoulders, and it seemed like her face had finally made that change from teenager to young adult. Everything about her was…sharper. Her eyes, her jaw, her nose. Everything seemed livelier and demanding. Maybe it was the haircut. She was wearing a dark purple tank top that draped loosely around her shoulders and frayed white denim shorts.

“You cut your hair.” I said to her to prove that I actually noticed that sort of thing.

“Do you like it?” She asked as she ran a hand through it and struck a goofy pose.

“It’s better.” I smirked and ushered her towards the car. She slapped my back lightly.

“Don’t bully me, stinky.” She retorted. I threw my bag in the trunk and stepped into the driver’s seat.

“It’s not my fault you couldn’t wait till later. I would love a cold shower right now.” I called through the window as I turned the car on and plugged the auxiliary cord into my phone. Catherine was a music junkie and I knew she would bug me to play some song or another. She fumbled around with her purse behind the trunk before throwing it in and slamming it shut.

She strutted up to the passenger door and as she swung it open I once again got a glimpse of her chest. I felt myself get a little stiff. She was my best female friend here and I’d had some close encounters with her before, but I’d never acted on them. Sure, I’d had a fap or two with her making an appearance, but I really didn’t think of her that way. She slid into the car seat and snatched my phone to start playing music. Some indie funk electro non-sense that I couldn’t understand. Then it began. She gave me the spiel. Her time in Europe. The weekend trips. The food. The culture, the art. I’d heard it before from each one of my sisters. I nodded my head and responded at the appropriate times with an “oh wow” or “yeah that’s crazy”.

I’ll never know what prompted her to bring this next part up, but it really threw me way off. I don’t know if she noticed I wasn’t really paying attention or what, but she just threw it out there.

“I gave two guys head at the same time.” My jaw about hit the floor. She wasn’t an angel, but that was something I didn’t even consider was in her realm of possibility. I guess mainly because I didn’t even know that was a thing that happened. Consider me naïve.

“Uhh. What?” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I took a surfing lesson with this guy in Portugal when I was there for a weekend. We went out for drinks as a big group from our lesson later that night. I was definitely into him and I let him know at the beach, but that night he was being distant like guys do. I was out there dancing and then this other guy came up and got me some drinks. He apparently knew the other guy. They start talking. One thing leads to another and we are back on the beach.”“Woah. Who are you!? What happened to my innocent Cat?” I glanced over at her.

“I’m right here! It was so hot. It was an awakening for sure. They finished at the same time too. Riiiight here.” She ran one hand down her tank top towards her chest and in doing so pulled it down dangerously low. The slight dip of her cleavage, however small, was burning into my eyes.

“Ugh gross. I don’t even know you anymore.” I rolled my eyes and pulled into the parking lot, trying to ignore the swelling in my boxers.

“You’re just jealous you weren’t one of them.”

“Can we talk about something else!? What do you want?” I motioned towards the liquor store.

“I’d like one fifth of Smirnoff and one fifth of Bacardi Dragonberry. I have a new friend I met over the summer that’s coming in tonight. You’re gonna love her. We are turning uuppp.” She tossed a couple twenties at me.

I went in the store and cooled off a bit. When Cat left she was that girl that only ever kissed a boy once in high school. Now she was braless, flashing her body at me, and telling me about how she let two guys cum on her. Once I got back in the car she tried to convince me to come out that night.

“What are you doing tonight? You need to get out more. Stop studying. You’re so straight edge.”

“It’s hot. I’m tired. Maybe tomorrow.” “It’s always tomorrow with you!”“Ugh but everything is so far from my house.”“Ok. Easy solution. Come shower at my place and take a nap. I have to make some phone calls about that internship and turn in a couple assignments. We can pregame at my place then head over to Allen’s place. No problem.” She put her hand on my arm, leaned over, and looked me dead in the eye. Her tank top sank down in front of her chest and I knew from my peripheral if looked down now I could see both of her breasts fully exposed. It took everything I had to keep my eyes on the road. I could barely make out the light brown of her areola against her tanned skin. I knew better than to argue at this point. My dick was straining against my shorts. I just wanted to get out of the car without her noticing.

“Ok whatever. But I want a clean towel this time!”____________________________________________

It’s usually not a big deal. I shower at Cat’s place all the time. I live in my Aunt’s vacation house, which is way out in the woods, so I sometimes even spend the night at Cat’s if we are doing stuff in town. So I was pretty comfortable with the whole process.

“Are you sure there’s a towel in there?” I asked Cat as I began to pull my dirty clothes off at the door. Cat unlocked the door and stepped inside. I peeled my sweat-soaked shirt off. I’m naïve, but not retarded. If I couldn’t feel the tension before, I could now. I could feel her eyes raking over my body as my shirt came over my head.

“Uhh there’s a towel in there right?” I jerked towards the bathroom with my thumb.

“Mm? Oh, uh, yeah. Under the sink. Do you want me to wash your stuff while you’re in there?” She said trying to pretend she was busy examining the contents of her fridge. I don’t think she noticed she was doing it but one hand grabbed the crotch of her shorts and pulled it down as if to free it from something.

“Yeah if you don’t mind.” I pulled my shorts off and threw them at the foot of the laundry machine with my shirt and socks. I still had my compression shorts on which fit kind of like a European bathing suit really, so I didn’t feel too self-conscious. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. There was a wet towel hanging on the rack. I pondered it for a moment. That’s the towel Cat used this morning. It probably touched every part of her. The image of her running the towel down her legs as she bent over in front of the mirror flashed through my mind. Her standing exactly where I was standing, naked, with her nipples probably tightening and shrinking because of the cold air on her skin as she toweled each droplet off of her flat stomach… I shook the image out of my mind and checked under the sink for the clean towel. Nothing under that sink, but tampons and toilet bowl cleaner.

I opened the door to yell at Cat to give me a clean towel. I was going to give her a ribbing just to mess with her, but when I got the door all the way open I was once again flabbergasted. There she was, her face almost buried in my dirty shirt. I quickly looked away and turned to look at the shower, if she knew I’d seen her she would have died of embarrassment on the spot.

“Hey where’s that clean towel again? It’s not under the sink.” I slowly turned now to give her time to adjust.

“Shit. Sorry. It must still be in the dryer. Here.” She tossed the towel from the dryer into my hands. I nodded appreciatively and jumped in the shower. It was getting out of hand. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way this is happening like I think it’s happening, I told myself. I turned the water to a freezing rain. I must have been in there a while because she came and knocked on the door.

“Did you fall in the shower? Where’s your Life Alert?”

“No, no, just uhhh making sure I’m clean... Sorry.” Wow was I smooth or what? As if I couldn’t embarrass myself enough I followed it up with, “Your body wash smells amazing.”

“It’s the same I’ve always used...?” she said giving me a curious side eye, “I’m going to make those phone calls and fuck around on my computer. I’ll be in the living room. You can just nap in my bed.” I hopped out of the shower and toweled myself off. I put on some spare clothes I keep in the car. Nothing special. Just some sweatpants and a dri-fit shirt form some soccer camp I went to a couple years ago. I couldn’t find the boxers I usually pack so I was going full commando in those fleece pants and it felt amazing. There really isn’t anything quite like soft fleece rubbing against your head as you drift off to sleep.

Cat’s bed was covered in pillows of all shapes and sizes. It was more like a pillow pit than a bed really. Though it did provide an extra degree of comfort. I slunk down between two large green body length pillows and stared at the ceiling. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but I was definitely turned on. My mind was still racing about what I’d seen earlier. Cat’s breasts flashing in front of me, her smelling my clothes. I wondered how many times she’d laid in this bed and got herself off. Did she lay here and touch herself and think about me? I bet she would lay down flat on her back and bend her knees up. Spread them just a bit and slide one hand down into her panties. She was definitely the type of girl who did it with them on. I knew that for sure, I thought. Slipped a finger between the wetness of her lips and twirled a finger around her clit. Her mousey moans slipping out of her lips...I couldn’t hold it any longer, I blame the sweatpants really, I put my hand in my pants and ever so lightly stroked my cock. I knew I couldn’t finish here, but it felt so good. This was rudely interrupted when the pillow next to me cleared its throat.

“What in the fuck?!” I tried to roll over to get a look at the noise I’d just heard, but I ended up completely thrashing my way out of the bed and onto the floor.

“Oh. You must be Cat’s soccer player friend. I’m Terry,” A girl’s face poked out from the top of the covers.

“God you gave me a heart attack,” I picked myself up off the floor. Cat had mentioned she had a friend coming over, but I didn’t know she was already there. Thanks a lot, Cat. I was filled with terror at this point. Did she notice me? Was she asleep? There was no way she didn’t know. I was practically on top of her.

“I got here when you were in the shower. I guess I should have said something,” She came to the edge of the bed. Her skin was pale, a rarity in this part of the country, her eyes, behind a hipster pair of dark glasses, were a pair of light blue eyes and her long hair was so blonde it was almost white. She had a round face and sort of elfish ears. I had never seen anyone that looked anything like her. On one hand she was odd looking, but on the other, her face was feminine, beautiful, and her lips were such an astonishing shade of pink that I couldn’t help but stare right at them.

“What is there something on my face?” She said rubbing her nose.

“No. Sorry. I’m just still in a bit of shock.” I sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Here you can have that half of the bed. We can even use this pillow as a divider,” Terry began to rearrange the cushions on the bed like a kid building a fort.

“I think I’ll just go sleep on the couch actually. Thanks though.” I stood up to leave.

“You don’t want to do that.” She said rolling her eyes around the room and giving me an impish smile. I froze. Looking back on it now, this was the moment I knew I was dealing with someone who could own the rest of my life.

“Why’s that?”

“Because if you leave now... I’m going to tell Cat what you were doing in her bed.” Terry stood up out of the bed now and casually blocked the door. I finally got a full view of her body. She was wearing a 3/4 sleeve baseball cut Raider’s shirt and those tiny sleeping shorts that lingerie stores sell. I could tell from first glance her body was amazing. Her legs were long and toned. Her hips were wide and her breasts were large. She too was braless. I could tell from the way they hung on her chest. Thick and full. She was insanely attractive and she fucking knew it. Every guy has had this feeling before. You meet that chick and you know she’s bad news. Your gut tells you to get the fuck out. To run, because this one won’t be tamed. But you never ever do. Because this one owns you the second it lays its eyes on you and part of you wants to be destroyed.

“And what was I doing in her bed?” I feigned ignorance. My eyes latched onto her breasts and I didn’t bother to try to hide it. My hormones were betraying me.

“Don’t play. Look at your sweatpants,” she laughed at me with her eyes. She was right. My sweatpants gave me away. I was pointing right at her at almost full tilt. “Not the first time I’ve been given that salute... I wonder what Cat would say if she knew you were rubbing that thing all in her sheets,” she continued “Please don’t say anything. She’s my only friend,” I conceded. I really didn’t think it would be a big deal if she found out with the signals I’d been receiving lately, but part of me was already gone to this succubus. I wanted to know how this would play out. Terry just oozed mischief.

“I won’t,” She said as she retreated into the covers, “If you do what I say.”

“What do you want?” I knew where this was going. Or I hoped I knew where this was going.“Come. I like your body heat.” She patted a spot on the bed next to her. I laid down on my side and faced her. Her eyes were a radiant blue. The more I stared the more beautiful she became. The way her hair pooled over her shoulder. I never would have let it go this far if I wasn’t edging already. All the looks from Cat and the gentle glow of her skin. I had to see where this led.

Ever so gently, she reached out her left hand and put it on the side of my head. She ran her hand down my shoulders and arms like a potter at her wheel.

“You’re hot,” She said as she lifted up my shirt and ran that same cool hand over my stomach. She bit her lip.

“Mmm,” She closed her eyes and ran her hand up to my chest. Her light touch sending electric signals through my body I’d never felt before. I don’t know how it happened, but the next thing I know her lips are on my neck and my eyes are rolling into the back of my head. I felt her teeth brush against the bottom of my neck. What the fuck was this? She has to be some sort of vampire, I thought. It was like a spell. I knew I could stop her at any point I wanted, but at the same time I couldn’t.

Her hand was running up the length of my shaft through my sweatpants and I felt like bursting. She was pushing every button, and she pushed it perfectly. Her lips were like velvet or cashmere. I couldn’t tell which because I was preoccupied with a handful of her hair at the base of her neck as I tried to pull her into me. I wanted to grind into her. She pulled away from me. Without missing a beat she pulled her shorts off and flicked them across the room.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” She said as she took my hand in hers and guided it between her legs. It felt like a sauna. I could feel the warmth of her pussy radiating through her lace panties. I used the palm of my hand to just lightly rub the top to the bottom. She lifted her hips off the bed and pushed against my hand.

“I’m going to call Cat in here, and no matter what happens you won’t stop,” Terry’s cheeks began to light up with a pink hue. I nodded my head in agreement. She could have told me to eat her ass and I’d have buried myself neck deep in it.

“Hey Cat what’s the schedule tonight?” Terry called at the door. I could hear Cat’s footsteps echoing down the hall. Should I pretend to be asleep? Should I roll over and face the other way? Before I could decide she pulled her panties to the side and I felt her wetness for the first time. Soaked. Shaved. Smooth. Without a second thought I pushed a finger inside her. She squeezed her legs together and I felt the contractions inside her. She wanted it so badly and I was more than happy to give it to her.

Cat opened the door. There was just enough space between Terry and me to not arouse suspicion, but if she pulled the cover down an inch or two she would be able to see how my arm twisted towards Terry’s pussy. “Oh shit, I forgot to tell you Terry was here.” Cat laughed as she realized her mistake. “We’ve been chatting. He’s even nicer than you said,” Terry said, locking her eyes with Cat’s.

“Well just remember that he was my friend first!” Cat said. Terry was slowly grinding her hips down on my finger. I decided to add another one. She tilted her head up at the penetration. A light sweat broke out on her forehead. I could feel her dripping down onto my palm.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” I asked Cat.

“Mmmm. I’ve actually been working on a little something on the balcony as a surprise...”“I’m excited. I like where this is going,” Terry said. Her voice now a subtly higher pitch. I knew I had her on the ropes now. My fingers churning away at her g-spot and my thumb running slow circles on her clit. I pushed down with my thumb and curled my fingers up and slowly traced them across the soft wet bumps of the roof of her vagina.

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“I got this inflatable kid’s pool at Target and filled it up on the balcony.”“Whaaat! That’s awesome. I didn’t bring-” Terry started to say, but her body began to shudder. I could feel the climax rolling through her from the inside. Her muscles tightened and I thought her thighs were going to break my wrist for a moment before she finally let go.

“Sorry, I thought I was about to sneeze. I didn’t bring a swimsuit though,” She said. Wow. What a recovery.

“Just borrow one of mine. Let’s take some shots!” Cat strolled back out of the room. Terry jumped out of the bed and slid her lace thong to the floor.

“Can’t wear these anymore,” She said. I got my first full glance at her mound now. It was completely shaved and fairly prominent. A smooth curl to it as it dipped between her legs and her lips almost completely covered her. I could make out a small mole just barely inside her right thigh. A tiny imperfection on her flawless body that made her all the more human and all the more desirable.

“Thanks for that,” She said as she stripped her shirt off as well. I was right about her breasts. They sat perfectly on her chest and she had large pink nipples that were juxtaposed perfectly by her pale white skin. Her breasts rounded out across her torso and below them her stomach was smooth and gave way to wide hips, but it didn’t stop there. As she turned to rummage through Cat’s drawers she bent over and revealed the thickest ass I’d ever seen. A true bubble butt. Thick, but tight. So pronounced she had ass cleavage almost. She turned back around to look at me.

“You should probably go now.”

I nodded and made my way out to the kitchen, not sure what to think, so I didn’t think. I took the Smirnoff out of the freezer and pulled straight from the bottle.

“Uh. Ok,” Cat said as I lowered the bottle from my lips.

“Sorry. I just feel like it tonight,” I could tell tonight was going to be a shit show. I just hoped it was going to be one I didn’t regret. I took some shot glasses from the cabinet and poured us each a ‘healthy’ amount.

“No, no, don’t be sorry...yet. I haven’t out drank you in a while,” Cat nudged me. I never really drank much, mostly because of soccer practice and trying to keep that place on the Dean’s list, but also because of my very obvious lack of self-control when I did. Long story short, I’m a bit of a light weight.

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes at her.

“Don’t whatever me mister!” She surprised me and leaned over and grabbed me by the balls. Literally. She squeezed. I think it was supposed to hurt, but in the end all it felt like was a solid cupping. I swatted her hand away before she could feel me stirring.

“Terry come take your shot you slow slut,” Cat called down to Terry. Terry emerged from Cat’s bedroom with her clothes back on, and I imagine a bikini underneath.

“What are we drinking?” She asked.

“What’s it matter?” I responded. She shrugged in agreement and we downed our first round.

We took another round of shots before we decided to try the homemade pool. Terry and Cat went to Cat’s room while Cat changed and I went back to the bathroom to change. All I had dry at this point were my compression shorts so I slipped them back on. When I checked myself out in the mirror I laughed. My dick was so obvious in these, you could always tell where it was no matter how I adjusted it. I just shrugged and told myself it was better than boxers. The girls were taking forever to get ready (go figure) so I went ahead and dipped myself into the pool.

It was still in the 80’s so the cool water actually felt good. It had soaked up some heat from the sun for sure and I felt myself slouch over and finally relax. God knows I needed to. I could still feel my blood stirring below my waist and every muscle in my body wanted to tear into someone. If I was at home I probably would have jacked off two or three times and then tried to go to sleep, but I would have to exercise some self-control. I pushed my hands through my hair and took another gulp of my drink. I could feel a buzz building.

I was giving the horizon an absent stare when Cat and Terry finally came back. Cat had on a colorful purple and yellow bandeau bikini top that and string bottoms. The tiniest sliver of her tanlines showed on her hips and ass but I knew from stories she’d told that she sunbathed topless on her porch regularly. God, her legs looked amazing though. Long and tight and muscular. You could tell she ran and worked out hard. I wanted to run my hand from her ankle up her thighs and in between and kiss her stomach. Her whole body just seemed so... tight.

“We couldn’t find a bikini top that fit her,” Cat rolled her eyes jokingly, “So we just had to slap a bra on her. It’s the only one she brought so she can’t get it wet.”

Cat dipped a toe in the water to test its warmth before finally lowering herself in across from me. In one hand she had the bottle of vodka and a red solo cup full of some sort of juice, and in the other she had her iPod dock playing some more French music.. Terry came out onto the balcony a second later with towels and the Bacardi. True to Cat’s word she had on a plain black bra with a shined finish that made her pale breasts swell against each other. At her waist she had on what should have been a normal navy bikini bottom, but her ass practically swallowed the thing. She stepped into the water without hesitation and settled down next to Cat. She then unscrewed the cap from the Bacardi and threw it off the balcony.

“It was only going to get in the way,” she said as she took a long drink. Her cheeks flushed up with red and I could tell she was feeling it a little already. Glancing between the two, I couldn’t decide who I wanted more. They both had insane sex appeal, but Cat was a close friend and Terry was obviously out of my league when it came to adventure. Either way, my cock was bulging in my shorts at this point. Luckily, between the water and the dim porch light, it was hard, if not impossible, for the ladies to tell.

“Let’s play a drinking game!” Cat said.

“Have you ever played Russian Rogue Roulette?” Terry asked.

“You mean with a gun?” I asked like an idiot. Terry snorted at the suggestion. It was actually really cute.

“No, not with a gun. We get six shot glasses. three of them are filled with water and three of them are filled with vodka or rum. Switch them around so no one knows which one is which. Then we draw a card from one to six, also shuffled. You have to drink the one that corresponds with that place in the shot lineup. If you drink one that’s full of liquor you have to keep drinking until you drink one that’s water,” Terry explained. Cat’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.

“Go get the shot glasses and cards!” Cat pointed at me and ordered.

“Uh. Ok. But just for the record, this game sounds like a bad idea. We are gonna get wasted real fast,” I cautioned.

“I think it’s cute when guys are scared,” Terry said mockingly with a flick of her long blonde hair. I just shook my head and walked inside. Sidenote, the worst feeling in the world is being wet and having to walk through air-conditioned rooms. I took six shot glasses from the cabinet and started opening drawers to look for the cards. I knew they were around here in the kitchen, but couldn’t remember exactly which drawer. I peeked my head around the corner to ask Cat which drawer, and caught a glimpse of something I was not expecting. Cat and Terry were sitting much closer than when I had left. Terry’s hand was sitting on Cat’s thigh and she was whispering in Cat’s ear. Cat was listening intently and giggling and nodding. This scheming could only end poorly for me. I turned back to the kitchen and continued to ransack it. I found the cards sitting directly on top of the kitchen counter, right in front of me. Of course. I walked outside and handed the shots to the girls who were both sporting sly grins.

“One last thing,” Cat said, “will you move that stool into the middle of the pool so we have somewhere to play?”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, but obliged. I picked up the little wrought iron stool and dropped it in the middle of the pool. The girls placed the full shot glasses on the table and then Cat placed the cards, one through six, facedown on the table.

“Since you’re such a gentleman, why don’t you go first?” Terry said. I shrugged and figured since the best odds of not drawing a shot were at the start, it wasn’t a big deal. I drew from the deck and got a six. I took the shot from the end and downed it. This one was straight Bacardi. Smooth enough though. The girls laughed.

“Keep going!” Cat laughed.

“You’ll get yours,” I drew another card. A four this time. I took the fourth shot glass and put it to my lips. It was also rum. I poured it back and sighed. What are the fucking odds? Cat and Terry were cracking up. I guess I deserved it for being the most unlucky bastard in the world.

“You guys suck,” I said. I drew another card. One. I took the first shot and before I even tasted it I knew it was liquor. I put it back and looked at the girls. My stomach was grumbling at this point and I could tell I was about to slide into that slippery euphoric drunken state.

“You two drink one now,” I said.

“Why? It’s only water left,” Cat said.

“Oh? Is it? Or did you fill them all with rum to fuck with me!” I picked up one of the shots and smelled it.

“Oh you bitches,” I took the shot and splashed it on Cat’s face. She squealed but she was too busy laughing at her stupid prank to care. I slid over next to her and grabbed another shot. I was feeling a little drunk now and a little handsy. I started tickling her ribs to try and make her take the shot.

“Oh nooooo! Help Terry he’s gonna have his way with me!” Cat reached out a hand to her friend for help.

“Pfft. Why would I want to stop that? That’d be hot. I’d watch,” Terry said taking the last shot off the stool and downing it.

“Terrryyyy!” Cat thrashed around trying to avoid my fingers. As her body wiggled my finger slipped and I pulled her bikini top down. Way down. “Oh shit,” I froze. Her left nipple was fully exposed and the top of her right one poked over the top as well. Just like I thought. No tanlines. Her nipples were small and a light brown that complemented her tan skin. Cat let it sit for just a beat before she pulled it up.

“Just like in Portugal,” Cat smirked thinking she’d won the battle when really all she’d done was begin the war.

“I vote Cat takes the damn shot and the next one,” Terry interrupted. She took the shot from my hand and handed it to Cat. She then poured another one to the brim and pounded it back. As if that wasn’t enough, she refilled the glass and handed it to Cat.

“You have ten seconds to finish both of those shots or I’m going to tell him what I found in your purse tonight,” Terry pushed the shot glasses towards Cat’s face.

“Wait what?” I said.

“You wouldn’t...” Cat began to protest.

“Five seconds,” Terry moved closer. Cat dumped the first one back and before she could swallow it all she tossed back the other one too. It dribbled down her chin.

“Oh no you spilled some. Now it doesn’t count. I think I’ll have to tell him anyway,” Terry teased. She ran her thumb across Cat’s chin to wipe away the liquor. She licked the excess off her thumb.

Terry was about to open her mouth and spill the secret, but Cat slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Why don’t we play a new game? One that people can’t rig or cheat at?” Cat blurted out to try and change the subject. She held up three fingers. Following her lead Terry and I held up three fingers, a game of never have I ever that would change my fantasies forever.

I could feel those shots really powering through me now and based on Terry’s gentle swaying she could too. My head was light and warm and my stomach fuzzy. My dick was still uncomfortably hard in my shorts, and unfortunately, now that Terry had closed the distance between all three of us, it was pretty obvious. I put my hand over it to try and block Terry’s gaze. She smiled at me from the corner of her mouth as if to she knew that I knew.

“Never have I ever smoked weed,” Cat said. Terry put a finger down. I put a finger down. Getting drug tested was part of playing sports, but I had risked it once in high school and I didn’t smoke again until after I graduated college, but that’s another story. Terry went next.

“Never have I ever fingered a girl,” Terry said. Cat put a finger down with me. I had to interject.

“What the hell have you been doing!?”

“Oh, Cat didn’t tell you? She fingered another girl over the summer. It’s amazing the things people reveal with the right amount of tequila,” Terry said nonchalantly. She’d only known Cat for half a year, but knew more about her sex life than I did.

“This is crazy. I feel like I’m sitting here with two strangers!” I said.

“Well to be fair,” Cat said with her sweet innocent voice, “You never asked, and it’s not exactly something that comes up in normal conversation.”

I shook my head in disbelief. I was beginning to think I had been wrong about this little So Cal Christian school girl after all.

“Ok. My turn. Never have I ever...masturbated in public,” I said. Cat and Terry put a finger down. It took all of my self-control not let me jaw hit the floor or to fall over backwards. I was in way over my head. I always thought guys were the uncontrollable gender, but these two were living life on the edge. We were all down to our last finger and Cat would get to decide the loser. She could easily strike us both out. I was trying to think of what she would say to win when, not for the first or last time on the evening, she surprised me with:

“Never have I ever hooked up in my friends bed while she was standing right there.”Terry put her finger down and poured us both a shot. We’d been had.

“What!? How’d you know?” I was floored.

“Terry’s shorts were literally sitting on the floor and she was practically moaning her sentences...plus the smell? I would have to be blind and/or deaf not to have noticed. I thought you were supposed to be the wholesome one too,” She said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her cheeks were red and flushed. I could tell she was feeling the drink as well. Her eyes had that sparkle that comes with drunkenness.

“And here I was thinking the same thing about you,” I took the shot from Terry’s hand and poured it down my throat. I couldn’t even taste the alcohol anymore.

“So what’ll it be your highness?” Terry asked wiping the last bit of liquor from her lips, “What is it you command of us peasants?”

“Strip,” she said. Without missing a beat Terry unclasped her bra and threw it towards the door. Her tits looked amazing in the dark light. The pale glow made her seem so exotic. I wanted to reach out and touch her skin again.

Cat was staring at them with as much amazement as I was.

“First, I meant him. Second, are you kidding me? Ugh, some girls get all the luck.”

She looked down at her own chest and rolled her eyes. Terry tilted her head back and pushed her chest out, as if to say, “don’t mind me”.

“You don’t feel...uncomfortable?” I asked squirming now. I wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was definitely getting there.

“They’re just boobs. Besides, you’re about to feel waaaay more uncomfortable. You heard her. She wants you to strip,” Terry said with a smile.

“I can’t strip. I’d be totally naked,” I protested. The girls both smiled simultaneously, they already knew I wasf going to cave. They could tell how drunk I was. Cat leaned into Terry’s ear and whispered something. Terry’s eyes widened and she glanced at Cat from the corner of her eyes. What happened next sent me over the edge. Cat reached up and began playing with Terry’s breast. Her slender arms and small hands just seemed like the perfect juxtaposition to Terry’s swollen chest. Terry instinctively bucked her hips forward ever so slightly. Without thinking I slowly slid my shorts off and laid them on the edge of the pool. I could feel my cock twitching so I did what every guy would do in this situation and stroked it. Just slow and deliberately. I didn’t want to cum too soon and I wanted to put on a show for the girls. Cat’s hand slid from Terry’s breast to between her legs. She slowly traced circles on the outside of her bikini bottoms. Cat’s face was still buried in her neck and I could tell she was whispering something naughty in her ear. Terry’s face was flushed and she had started kicking her hips rhythmically with Cat’s hand. Her eyes fluttered between open and closed, between Cat’s body and my cock. She eventually took her right hand and started tugging on her nipples and used the other to pull Cat’s bikini bottoms loose. “I don’t want us to be the only ones having fun.” Terry said trying to pull the bottoms away from Cat.“Mmm, not yet.” Cat reaffirmed her dominance over Terry by slipping her hand past her clothes and finally onto her bare skin. “But look at him...He’s about to pop.” Terry managed in-between soft breaths. Cat did nothing except continue whispering and maybe speed up her fingers on Terry’s smooth sex. She wasn’t wrong either, my cock was swollen and I could feel a huge and slow orgasm building behind my balls. The head of my cock was shining as the skin tightened and I massaged the precum down my head and shaft.

“What are you whispering, Cat?” I started to move closer.