Bac for More

This is chapter two of Robyn's Folly. I suggest you start at the beginning with Jenga.

I woke up peacefully the next morning, until the realisation that I wasn't wearing pyjamas reminded me of the events of the night before. At first I hugged my duvet to me, seeking comfort. Would there be any awkward repercussions? If Ella and Beth even told just one or two friends, no doubt word would leak out, and then the whole world would know.

Fuck it, life is short, I said to myself as I tossed the duvet aside and jumped out of bed. You're fucking gorgeous, I silently proclaimed as I took a look at myself in my full-length mirror. I was tempted to head to the bathroom, or across the hall to Ella's room, as I was, but I thought better of it. Instead, I wrapped myself in my short, pink, silken bathrobe, and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast.

Well, as luck would have it, my brazen escapade was barely ever mentioned. There were a few veiled hints from Ella, and Beth when she was visiting, but no one else ever found out about it. Ella and Beth seemed happy to keep our game a secret between the three of us, which suited me just fine.

But that didn't mean I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it. I was single at the time, so I had to satisfy my sexual needs myself, and every time I did, I would try to recall as vividly as possible the events of that night, sometimes even acting them out in front of the mirror.

It was on a Saturday night a month or so later that I came up with an idea. Beth was round visiting again, and I was flat broke, so going out wasn't an option. Ella always seemed to have more cash than me, probably because her and her friends spent more time hanging out at each other's houses than going out out. Anyway, I had a plan that might improve my financial position as well as giving me a night to remember.

'Hey, what's up?' I asked as I entered Ella's room.

Ella and Beth were sitting on Ella's bed, which seemed to be their seat of choice. As usual, they were both in leggings and T-shirts, though this time it was Beth sporting dazzling, coloured leggings, and Ella with plain black ones. On top, Ella wore a loose white T-shirt that was thin enough for me to make out the trace of a red bra underneath, while Beth wore a tight, blue T-shirt that showed off her figure very effectively.

'Nothing much,' Ella replied. 'Just gossiping.'

I don't quite know why, but I felt my cheeks reddening. I guess the three of us being together again in the same room was enough to remind me of what had happened last time. Or maybe it was more the thought of what I was planning.

'Have you come for a rematch?' Beth asked. 'I'm sure we could oblige if that's what you want.'

I didn't want to make it seem like I was overly keen. 'I was just coming to say hello really.' I sat down in Ella's chair, next to her bed.

'Of course she wants a rematch,' Ella said. I felt myself blush even redder. 'See, her face says it all.'

'Just so long as we continue from where we left off, I'm in,' Beth said, not managing to hold back a giggle.

'If you mean what I think you mean, that's a no,' I replied. 'But if you want to start from the beginning, I could be persuaded.'

Ella laughed. 'You're a terrible actress, Beth. You came in here because you wanted to play again. Don't pretend otherwise.'

'OK, OK, you're right. Now are we doing this or not?'

Ella and Beth exchanged a look before turning to face me.

'You're on,' Beth announced. We all three shifted to sit on the floor, Ella bringing the Jenga over with her.

'Now are you going to be a good sport and take all that off?' Ella asked, looking me up and down. I was wearing black jeans and a purple polo shirt. Nothing remarkable, but good enough for wearing around the house. It quite warm, so my feet were bare.

'Can I just clarify,' I asked, ignoring Ella's question, 'if one of you two wimps out on a dare, is it twenty quid each, or twenty quid between the two of us?'

Ella looked at Beth, seemingly unsure of the answer.

'Let's make it twenty quid each,' Beth decided. 'That way there'll be more incentive for Robyn to do some really big dares when she loses, like I'm sure she will.'

If only she knew how right she was. I was so skint I didn't have twenty quid to my name, let alone forty.

'Seeing as we picked the dares last time, do you want to go first?' Ella asked me.

That suited me just fine. I really wanted to come up with a hard dare, so that if Ella or Beth lost they would pay up and I would earn some cash, while if I lost, I'd have a very spicy experience to relish. Not that I'd have minded seeing Ella or Beth embarrassing themselves, but to be honest that would very much be a consolation prize.

But, then again, I didn't want to scare them off, so I said, 'OK, let's start with a baby dare. The loser just has to flash us her tits. That's all.'

'Oh, come on Robyn,' Beth objected, 'that's so much less than you did last time. How about if you lose, you flash your dad your tits?'

'Don't be mean, Beth,' Ella countered. 'And besides, Mum and Dad are out. You can give her something more challenging when it's your turn.'

I got started and removed my first block before Beth could come up with any more complaints. I wasn't in the least bit concerned about losing this round, and Ella and Beth both seemed quite chilled when it got to their turns too, so I guessed they weren't too bothered about a brief flash up top. Either that, or they were feeling so flush that they weren't troubled by the thought of losing forty quid.

Well, it ended up being Beth who knocked over the tower this time. 'Damn it,' she called out, clearly annoyed. 'Forty quid down and we've barely got started.'

'Don't you want to hear the double or nothing?' Ella asked. 'Did we mention that rule to you, Robyn? If you lose you can go double or nothing on the dare.'

'No, I think that's one more thing you forgot to mention,' I responded in as scathing a voice as I could muster. 'So, shall we say double is tits and bum too?' That sounded fair to me, but I didn't think Beth would take me up on it -- surely that was more than twice as embarrassing as showing her tits.

'OK, I'm on,' Beth announced.

Ella passed me a coin, so I tossed it and asked, 'Heads or tails?'

'Heads.'

I removed my hand to reveal tails.

'Fuck! Playing with the both of you is going to bankrupt me,' Beth complained, but she immediately withdrew two twenties from her wallet and handed one to each of us.

I was pretty happy about this outcome -- at this rate it looked like I'd end the evening on a tidy profit. But that still didn't stop me from querying the amount. 'Shouldn't it be forty each, given that you went double or nothing?'

Ella answered for Beth. 'No, it's only the dare that doubles, not the money. So if you're not going to do the dare, you might as well always go double or nothing.'

That still wasn't much help to me -- Beth's twenty was almost all the cash I had, so I still didn't have enough to buy myself out of even one dare, at least not yet.

'Seeing as Beth lost, shall we let her choose next?'

A mischievous grin spread across Beth's face. 'Seeing as your mum and dad are out, whoever loses has to go out the room and come back and pose for us in your dad's underwear -- just your dad's underwear, that is.' She found this so funny she struggled to get the words out.

'You've got to be kidding,' Ella said. 'That's disgusting.'

I wasn't sure that was the right thing to say about your dad. I might have gone with 'weird' rather than 'disgusting', but I agreed with the general sentiment.

'So, nothing on top?' I asked, just to make it clear.

'Doesn't your dad ever wear vests?' Beth asked.

'He does,' Ella said with a grimace, 'but both top and bottom would be five sizes too big. And even the idea is icky. I'm kinda of worried about you now, Beth.'

'Don't worry about me,' Beth responded. 'It's either of you two I'll worry about if you actually go through with it. I just want my forty quid back.'

I was kind of anxious now. I still didn't have enough cash to pay up if I lost. Could I actually go through with this one? It wasn't so much that I couldn't be seen in a man's pants and undershirt, or that they'd be an awful fit and I'd have to hold them in place to stop them falling off. But Dad's underpants? I didn't want to think about it.

'You're fucking twisted, Beth,' I pronounced. 'Just the thought of it is making me feel sick.'

I wasn't exaggerating either. What would I honestly do if I lost? Ask if Beth and Ella would mind waiting until I had enough cash to pay them? But then, on the other hand, I thought I might be able to see the funny side and laugh it off. We'd have to see.

Well, as luck would have it, it was Ella who knocked over the tower in the end.

'Fuck it,' she cursed. 'What's the double or nothing?'

'You've got to stay dressed like that the rest of the night.'

Beth tossed a coin and Ella chose heads.

'Too bad,' Beth said, showing Ella the coin. 'So what's it to be?'

Ella didn't bother answering. She just produced another twenty-pound note and handed it to me, before returning the one she'd got from Beth.

'Right, my turn,' Ella said, a lot more cheerfully. 'No one's done a dare yet, so I think I'll go with one someone might actually do. If you lose, you've got to wear a bath towel for the rest of the night. And yes, that means only a bath towel.'

That didn't sound like a dare to me -- I mean that's what my whole family often wore on the way to or from the bathroom. Mind you, Beth did seem very shy around showing any skin, so it might be more of an issue for her.

I never did get to see what Beth would have done, because I carelessly pulled out a block too fast on my second go and sent the whole tower tumbling.

'I guess I should ask what the double or nothing is, shouldn't I?' I said to Ella.

'You have to wear just a hand towel,' Ella replied straight away.

There was no way I was paying up forty quid to get out of this one, even if I could afford it given my winnings so far. But I was half tempted to take up the double or nothing -- mainly because I thought it would liven up the game a bit, and I wouldn't be showing anything they hadn't already seen anyway. In the end I decided it was a better option just to stick with the bath towel -- there were bound to be plenty of opportunities for making a fool of myself later on.

'OK, I'll be back in a minute,' I said, getting up and heading out the door. I found a plain red towel in the linen cupboard and went in to my room to strip. I admired my naked body in the mirror as I wrapped it up in the red cloth, thinking (hoping?) that I'd likely be putting it all on show soon enough anyway.

I was quite unperturbed as I walked back in, though when I tried to sit down, I realised how difficult sitting on the floor without flashing anyone was going to be. Cross legged was a definite no, and I didn't think sitting with my legs out to one side was going to work either, so I knelt down instead. Everywhere that mattered seemed to be covered up, but it wasn't overly comfortable and I'd need to stay pretty still. Thank God I didn't really care that much if they did get another glimpse of my privates.

'It's round to you again, Robyn,' Ella said.

Shit! I hadn't been thinking ahead and had no idea what to choose. I don't think it was very inventive, but I went with, 'Whoever loses has to go downstairs and get a banana out the fruit bowl. Then they've got to use it to demonstrate their best oral technique.'

Both girls smiled at that, so it looked like they weren't too unhappy with what I'd picked.

Despite the dare being fairly tame this time, the round went on for ages. Maybe we were better at Jenga when we were less under pressure? Anyway, it finally got to a point with only one or two blocks on every level. It was Ella's turn, but there was basically no way she could extract anything without making the tower fall for sure, so she just pushed the whole thing over with her hand.

'I guess I might as well ask what the double or nothing is,' she said.

I realised again that I should have thought of something. I quickly came up with, 'You need to follow on by using the banana to demonstrate your favourite sexual position.'

'That's an easy choice then,' Ella said. 'There's no way you're finding out my favourite position.' Saying that she headed out the door.

I looked at Beth, and from the expression on her face it was very clear she knew. 'Don't even ask. Ella would kill me if I told you.'

That got me wondering. What could it be that Ella was so determined to keep secret? I was still contemplating when Ella came back in holding a cucumber.

'It seems like we're out of bananas, so I hope you won't object to me using this instead.' I had to give her credit for the performance that followed -- she really put on a show -- first licking and kissing the cucumber, then taking the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around. Next she took it right inside her mouth. But best of all, she finished off by swallowing.

Beth began a round of applause and I joined in.

'I didn't know you were a swallower,' I said teasingly.

'Aren't we all?' she asked back. 'Spitting it out's disgusting.'

Each to their own, I thought, without saying anything.

'Right, your go now Beth. Make it a good one,' Ella said.

'Do you have any honey?' Beth asked.

'I'm fairly sure we do,' Ella answered with a grin. I could guess at where this was leading, so I guess Ella could too.

'Well then, we put honey on our hands and the loser has to lick it off. All of it.' Beth really emphasised that last bit.

I wasn't sure how much this one was going to be disgusting and how much sexy. Well, I reasoned, I'd find out if I lost, as no way was I giving up that forty quid. Who knows when I'd scrape together that much cash again.

We hadn't gone many rounds before Beth got a bit too overconfident. She made the whole tower wobble, and I thought she was going to lose, but somehow or other it didn't quite collapse. I'm a bit ashamed to admit it, but actually I felt relieved. This one sounded like it was going to be humiliating if I lost, and I didn't want to miss out on that experience.

That doesn't mean that it was deliberate when I knocked the tower over on my next go. I wouldn't even say I was being careless, but I guess I could have taken more time and been a bit more attentive.

'Are you going to ask for double of nothing?' Ella asked me gleefully.

'What's the deal?' I asked Beth.

'Doubles is you've got to lick it off both our hands and our feet.' She clearly thought that was very amusing.

Now, this gave me a bit of a dilemma. If I won the toss, I'd miss out on the dare. But if I didn't take it, the dare would be nowhere as near as humiliating. It scared me to be thinking like this -- before our last game I hadn't known I'd had this side to me at all. Even before we started playing tonight, I couldn't have imagined I'd be thinking like this. But I was.

In the end I decided that Beth and Ella's feet were probably just too dirty -- I didn't think I could count on them washing them first. 'OK, I'll go get the honey,' I said resignedly.

It turned out that, besides a little bit at the bottom of a jar, we had a whole new unopened jar too. It was the clear, golden, runny honey too -- not the solid kind. If I'd wanted to get off lightly, I could have taken the almost empty jar, but I didn't.

I didn't know when Mum and Dad would be back home, so I was relieved I didn't run into them, given my current state of dress. Plus, explaining what I was going to do with the honey might be tricky too. The towel was staying in place remarkably well, but I took the opportunity to tighten the knot before I re-entered Ella's room.

'We're in luck,' I announced, holding up the honey. Then I realised that perhaps I shouldn't have seemed so enthusiastic.

'Here, hold out your hands,' Ella said, taking the jar off me.

Beth cupped her hands together and Ella poured quite a generous helping of honey into them which Ella then began to rub all over both her hands.

'I hope you're ready to do a good job, Robyn,' Ella gloated. 'Every last bit of honey.'

I'd resumed my kneeling position, so Beth just shuffled over and held out her hands in front of me. Without any further prompting, I leant forwards and began to lick the back of her hands. I was a bit concerned I might be exposing my bare bum in this position, but no one was behind me. Once I'd got most of the honey off, Beth turned her hands over and I began on the palms. The honey was sickly sweet, but the whole dynamic was very weird. Me obediently bent forwards and licking away. You couldn't deny that there was a sexual tinge to it. Once the palms were mainly clean, I took Beth's thumb right into my mouth and sucked on it, running my tongue around it inside my mouth. I noticed Beth jump a bit when I did that -- I guess she wasn't expecting me to do it quite like that. It was definitely the most efficient way to do it though, so I had cover. I moved on to each finger in turn, doing a thorough job, before proceeding onto her other hand. It was really weird to have another girl's fingers in my mouth though -- I wasn't even related to this one!

Once I'd finished with her little finger, Beth began to withdraw her hands, but I gently grasped her above the wrist and brought her right hand towards my mouth. I began to lap at some honey that was trickling down her wrist, and then licked her whole hand and fingers to get the last traces of honey, before doing the same with her left hand.

'You don't half do a thorough job,' Beth commented, looking at her hands almost in amazement.

'A dare's a dare,' is all I said in reply, before turning to face Ella. She looked aghast at what she'd just seen.

'I know this is a bit disgusting, but my hands are quite clean.' Saying that, Ella dipped just the first joint of each forefinger in the jar of honey and held them out towards me.

I made firm eye contact with her as I took first one, then the other in my mouth and licked them clean, almost mocking her for being so tame. I might have humiliated myself, but I couldn't hide the smile on my face. I'm sure both girls realised how much I'd enjoyed the dare.

'I can't fault the job Robyn's done,' Beth said, 'but I'm still going to wash my hands.' She looked pointedly at Ella, who followed her out of the room.

When they returned, Ella had already decided on her next dare. Walking over to her chest of drawers, she reached into the bottom drawer and from somewhere at the back extracted a pair of handcuffs. She unlocked them with a key as she brought them over.

'It's dead simple really. Lose and you get locked up in these.'

I didn't know what to say. Beth looked very surprised too.

'For how long?' I asked.

'Until the other two decide to let you out,' Ella replied matter-of-factly.

That didn't sound very fair -- what if they didn't offer to unlock me at the end of the night? I say 'me', because I didn't think the other two would be daft enough to go through with it.

'Can I ask why you have them in the first place?' I said.

'You can ask, but I'm not going to tell you,' Ella answered. The grin on Beth's face suggested that she knew why.

Well, I kept up the pretence for a few rounds, before trying to remove a block that was never going to come out and tumbling the tower again.

Ella grinned at me wickedly. 'Do you want the double or nothing?'

Of course I did. But what I said was, 'Yes, go on, you might as well tell me.'

But instead of answering, Ella went back to her chest of drawers and came back holding a circular metal band with a hinge on one side and an opening opposite, so it could open and close. In the other she had a small metal padlock and another key. I had no doubt what it was for. How did I not know my sister was so kinky?