Hey guys, here's Chapter 06! I hope you enjoy it. I know this has been a slow burn story, but I like exploring their lives beyond just sex. I also am trying to make this about the entire cast of The Gang of Eight. Steven is an emotional guy, and a loyal one! Things should be heating up soon! Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Errors bug me, and I make sure to upload revised editions whenever I find any. Please note that this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
~Saturday May 10, 2025~
It was Noah Beck's twenty-sixth birthday and The Gang of Eight met up early so they could spend the entire day together. They walked around Central Park before eating lunch on the grass. There was plenty to do in the park until dinner, so they spent the day enjoying the sun. Noah was given gifts while enjoying a perfectly-cooked steak at a nice restaurant.
The weather was nice and warm, allowing the group to dress casually and not worry about getting cold. Camilla and Jane had dresses on while the other girls wore jeans and t-shirts. The guys also had on t-shirts and jeans, happy to not have to wear the business casual attire expected at work. The last stop of the evening was Theo and Noah's apartment.
"Really? No strip club?" Noah sighed, placing his bags on the kitchen table. "I'm not gonna get laid on my own birthday?"
"You have a right hand," Jane shrugged.
"No one asked you, Silver," Noah grunted. "I'm just saying that not motorboating some titties on your birthday is a damn shame."'
"He's got a point," Theo nodded.
"No, he doesn't," Leslie interjected.
"You know you can't actually touch the strippers, right?" Camilla reminded the birthday boy.
"I could pick up a stripper," Noah stated with a thoughtful expression.
"No, you couldn't," Sienna snorted. "They have creepy guys drooling over them every day. You'd just be one more perv."
"You underestimate my power," Noah insisted, placing his hands on his hips and posing.
"He has scored with waitresses before," Steven reasoned, "and they always get hit on."
"Noah was also famous in college for bagging three cheerleaders at one party," Theo spoke up.
"That's fucking awesome!" Conner exclaimed.
"See?" Noah grinned triumphantly. "I could totally bag a stripper."
"Maybe he actually could," Steven said, starting to come around.
"Why are we friends with these idiots?" Sienna rolled her eyes.
"Low standards?" Jane suggested.
"Sounds about right," Sienna sighed.
"And I'm the dumbass who let one of them knock me up," Leslie shook her head, resting her hand on her slightly protruding belly.
"Which one?" Camilla asked innocently.
"See? You girls are just as bad as we are," Steven said.
"No. Camilla is as bad as you guys," Jane shook her head. "Not the same."
"Can we go back to talking about me getting a stripper?" Noah asked.
"Sure," Sienna shrugged. "Theo, strip for Noah."
"Not what I meant!" Noah exclaimed while Theo held up his hands and shook his head in refusal.
"In Noah's defense, I did have a stripper on my birthday last month," Conner smirked.
"And he's married!" Theo exclaimed, gesturing toward Conner.
"Wait," Noah frowned, looking at Leslie. "You took your husband to a strip club for his birthday?"
"Did you buy him a lap dance?" Steven questioned.
"No, I gave my husband a lap dance," Leslie giggled, placing a hand on her hip and waggling her eyebrows. "I was his stripper, idiots."
"Nice," Noah grinned approvingly.
"Get it, girl," Camilla smirked and nodded.
The banter continued as the group set up in the living room. Noah did not end up getting his stripper and the girls refused the suggestion to flash him. As usual, Theo took the joking a little too far and ended up pouting when he was told off. Theo was improving slightly, but major changes did not happen overnight.
Breaking out the board games and booze, The Gang of Eight relaxed on the floor. The guys had beers and the girls had wine coolers, except for Leslie who drank diet soda. They started with a team game. It was guys versus girls. The guys ended up being sore losers, but in their defense the girls weren't the best winners. Chanting "Girls rule and boys drool!" like schoolgirls was not the best way to convince people to lose graciously.
They played a few more games before people started leaving. Leslie and Conner were the first to go because Leslie wanted to get to bed early. She also couldn't drink, and no one enjoyed being the only sober person. The couple got their hugs and handshakes and started the trip home.
The others stayed for awhile longer, with Camilla and Sienna getting into a drinking contest. Jane ended up dragging a barely-coherent Camilla out the door. Steven left at the same time. Sienna didn't feel like dealing with the subway just yet, so she decided to stay for a movie.
~Sunday May 11, 2025~
Sienna's head was pounding as she slowly regained consciousness. Her mouth was dry and there was a horrid taste on her tongue. She felt weak, various aches and pains throbbing throughout her entire body. Sweat clung to her skin and she somehow felt both hot and cold at the same time. Sienna groaned, her heart racing as she wondered where she was.
The small amount of light pouring in through the window was enough to make Sienna wince when she opened her bloodshot eyes. Her head started spinning and she was unable to form a coherent thought. That changed when her vision cleared and she wondered why there was a life-size poster of a very famous model in a bikini on the ceiling.
Stretching out her sore limbs, Sienna finally understood that she was laying in bed. With that knowledge came the realization that she was naked. Moving quickly, Sienna pulled the blanket higher, making sure her entire body was covered.
Holding the blanket over her chest, Sienna sat up with a loud groan. Just that simple movement made her head spin and it took several seconds before she could look around. It was a fairly standard, if messy, bedroom. A dresser, bedside table, and a small bookshelf. There was a television mounted on the wall, and there were more clothes on the floor than there were in the hamper.
Parts of the previous night came back to Sienna in brief flashes; individual snapshots that she used to slowly piece together what happened. A birthday party. Noah's. Drinking. So much drinking. Competing against... Camilla? Oh God, what a terrible idea. Needing to sober up enough to get through a turnstile to get on the subway. Then nothing. Just nothing.
Running her fingers through her auburn hair, Sienna let out a breath as she glanced up at the image on the ceiling. She pressed the blanket tighter against her body to protect her breasts as she shivered slightly. The ridiculous poster on the ceiling and the calendar on the wall with a picture of a woman in a bikini convinced her of whose room she was in. Oh fuck. She didn't, did she?
"Oh God, no," Sienna whimpered, lowering her head and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, what have I done?"
After making completely sure she was alone, the tiny redhead slowly got out of bed completely nude. She nearly fell over, her legs shaking from just trying to hold her weight. Reaching back, she placed her hands on the bed to hold herself up. Sienna closed her eyes and breathed deeply while waiting for the dizziness to pass. Then she started searching the room for her clothes.
Sienna looked amazing naked. At exactly five feet tall, the petite girl didn't weigh ninety pounds soaking wet. Her skin was pale and lightly-freckled, her hair was a natural red, and she had striking green eyes. She was in great shape. There was no fat on her body, despite the large amount of junk food in her diet. A small bush of fiery red pubic hair proved that she was a natural redhead, and she had big boobs with light pink nipples.
A few colorful expletives flew from her mouth when she found her bra on the dresser and wondered just how crazy last night got. Her hands were shaking slightly, making it difficult for her to hook the bra. Once she finally got it on, she reached into each cup to make sure her large breasts were properly situated.
Her t-shirt was on the floor by the door and her jeans were on the bookshelf for some reason. Sienna hunted around the room in just her bra before finally finding her panties under the bed. When trying to step into her underwear, the hungover girl fell over and landed on her face.
Getting to her feet while cursing loudly, Sienna finally got her panties up her legs. She nearly fell two more times while trying to get her pants on. Her frustration only grew when she tried putting her head through one of the arm holes of her shirt.
"I did not get drunk and sleep with Theo, I did not get drunk and sleep with Theo," Sienna kept telling herself, as if repeating the words could make them true. "I did NOT get drunk and sleep with Theo."
Sienna had no memory of having sex. But, she also had no memory of taking her clothes off. A quick check of her pussy had confirmed there wasn't any semen present and she didn't feel any tenderness. Still, she was horrified by what she might have done.
Her legs kept shaking as she walked barefoot down the hall, forcing Sienna to keep her hand on the wall for balance. Grimacing from the light and sound, she found Theo and Noah in the living room watching television. It was after 10:00AM so it was not surprising that they were both awake. Both of them looked over when Sienna entered.
"Hey, look who's awake!" Noah called out. He was just wearing a pair of lounge pants, and his muscular chest was on full display.
"How are you feeling?" Theo asked, looking concerned. Unlike Noah, Theo was wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants. "Are you hungry or nauseated?"
"My head is killing me, the light is burning my eyes, and you two are talking way, way too loudly," Sienna winced. "And yeah, I'm hungry."
"I'll make you something," Theo offered, getting to his feet.
Theo helped the redhead into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. She struggled to breathe as the husky guy made her an omelet. He served it to her with toast and a tall glass of juice. Sienna watched as he sat across from her and gave her a small smile.
"Does everyone know?" Sienna asked, her eyes glancing to the side to avoid looking at him.
"Know what?" Theo frowned.
"That we had sex," she mumbled, her face red.
"We didn't, but nice to know that I'm so horrible your big concern is who knows about you and the loser," he grunted.
"That's not what I meant!" Sienna exclaimed, her fiery expression dying when Theo gave her a flat look. "Okay, maybe it was a little."
"Right," Theo grimaced.
"We didn't sleep together?" she questioned.
"You weren't exactly in a position of consenting," he explained. "I slept on the couch."
"But I was naked?" Sienna frowned.
"It was just the three of us, everyone else had left," Theo began. "Noah wanted to go to bed, said goodnight, and wandered off. You were kind of out of it so I tried to wake you up. You must have gotten your second wind. Your second drunken wind, really."
