Day Three of Spring Brea

Six college friends, three girls (Alice, Joan and Clarice), three guys (Brad, Roger and Cliff), for various reasons had all remained on campus when most other students had gone home for Spring Break. That left them on a mostly empty campus, which is a lonely, boring place. During the day, by themselves they'd watch videos, play computer games, read magazines, even occasionally a book. But nighttime was the worst. This was when the hours dragged, where they missed their normal busy life. When they needed to socialize.

So it was that they would find themselves in Brad's off-campus apartment as evening fell. The night began as usual with drinks and casual chatter. As they relaxed, Joan asked the question. "What shall we do tonight?"

"Well, it so happens I just got delivery of a new game we can play," said Brad. He was the ringleader, the one always looking to do something outrageous.

"The game presents a series of questions or challenges that each player has to complete. It's a little naughty. Meant for adults."

"Well, that describes us, doesn't it?" said Clarice. But with well-founded suspicion, she then asked, "Does it involve taking off clothes?"

"No, no, ... well, maybe." Brad admitted with a smile.

"Sounds perfect," said Clarice. "I'm in."

The prospect of seeing bare skin is a powerful lure. One by one, each agreed to give it a try.

Brad brought out the game. It consisted of three stacks of cards. One set had questions to be answered, and one had challenges to be performed. If the other players felt that there had been a failure to adequately answer a question or perform a challenge, the third set consisted of 'penalties' for the unfortunate player.

"This is your old high school 'Truth or Dare', polished up, isn't it?" said Alice

"Much more sophisticated," said Brad. "And I've developed a few house rule," he continued. "Just to keep things interesting, you can't choose 2 Questions in a row. And because we all know each other well, any player can preempt the printed card and substitute their own Question or Challenge."

The order of play was chosen randomly, with names on a slip of paper, picked from a bowl. Alice's name was the first drawn. She picked up a Question card: 'Describe your secret ticklish spot."

"Sorry, I'm not ticklish. I don't have a secret spot."

Joan didn't believe her. "You're covering up; everybody has some place that drives them crazy."

"Nope.

"Last chance. 'Fess up, cause if we make it to a challenge and find otherwise, there's a penalty for deception."

"You'll waste a challenge if you try. I'm not ticklish."

Joan went next and also chose a Question card: 'How did you lose your virginity? "

Joan was a little sheepish as she revealed what had happened in the back seat of a Chevrolet, after her high school's senior prom.

Brad was the first one to draw a Challenge card.

"Remove a woman's bra from under her clothes, without taking off the clothes."

Yikes. The first challenge and they were in the deep end of the pool. This was an adult game.

Brad looked at the three ladies. No one volunteered.

It was decided that the women would draw from a deck of playing cards; the one with the lowest card would be the subject of the challenge.

Alice drew a Jack; Joan got a 4. Clarice drew a 10.

"Hey, shouldn't I get the credit for this challenge, not him?" Joan protested, with some justification. But the 'rules' of the game prevailed, and Brad drew close, facing her, straddling her lap. He pulled her blouse free from the skirt, then reached behind her back to unfasten the bra. Next, he reached around to the front, lifting the bra, letting the breasts fall free. His fingers brushed the breasts themselves, maybe inadvertently, but probably not. Joan squirmed from the touch. The bra still lay on her chest, held by the straps over her shoulders. Brad reached down from the top into the arm hole of the blouse, while holding the sleeve with his other hand. He pulled her arm inside the blouse, allowing him to slide the bra strap down. He did the same on the other side, and the bra fell to Joan's waist, where he removed it.

He was well pleased with himself. Joan, now braless, shifted a little self- consciously as her nipples were clearly visible against the thin blouse.

The next few draws by players were vanilla -- uneventful -- until it was Alice's turn again. She was required to choose a Challenge, having had a Question the prior round. But before she could read what was on the card, Joan used the preemption right to frame the challenge.

"You are required to submit to being tickled for 2 minutes."

This was the moment of truth. Was she not ticklish as she had said? Alice lay down on the floor, fully clothed. The team set to work. They tried the side of the neck, no response. Under the arm pits. Nothing. Under the knee. Even the skin around her belly button. Nothing. Then they removed a shoe and raked along the sole of her foot.

Alice shrieked and jerked the foot away.

"Aha! We found it," declared Roger. He continued to press along the foot.

"No, don't," begged Alice. "I can't stand it."

"I knew it!" said Clarice. "What else are you keeping from us?"

"Nothing, I swear it. Just the feet. Maybe the sides of the breasts."

"I told you there was a penalty if you were lying."

"What are you going to do?" Alice asked, plaintively.

The players looked at each other. Clarice smiled. A malevolent smile. Then she pointed to Alice's clothes.

"Wait," protested Alice, but it was too late. The other 5 players swarmed her. Several unbuttoned and pulled the blouse away, others unzipped and removed the skirt. The pantyhose was next, dragged off her squirming body. Squirming wasn't a good idea, as her panties partly slid down from the struggle, causing the exposure of a line of pubic hair. The other shoe disappeared. She was left just in her underwear. She hiked the panties back up, to maintain a little dignity.

"Once clothes are off, they stay off. You'll play the rest of the game in your underwear," said Clarice.

Alice sat back up in her chair, with a sullen look on her face. Of course, she realized, it could have been worse. At least they left her in underwear. She locked her knees together, to conceal the shape of the mound visible through her tight fitting powder blue panties. Her arms instinctively went to cover the pushup bra that elevated her small breasts. But she knew she couldn't play the rest of the game huddled like that. Sooner or later, everyone was going to get a good look. After a few minutes, she surrendered, and dropped her arms.

"I like that look with the push-up bra," said Brad.

"Shut up," Alice replied, but in truth she was not offended by the compliment. She knew the bra made her breasts look better. That's why she wore it.

The game continued.

It was Clarice's turn. She eyed Alice, fully expecting some revenge to come her way for the clothing swarm she'd initiated. She hoped to at least postpone trouble for a while, as her next turn was a Question. But the Question wasn't an easy one. Far from it.

It read: "Have you ever been tied up by a romantic partner? If so, describe what happened."

Clarice froze for a moment. She'd had such an experience. Should she reveal it, or lie? Unless her former boyfriend had blabbed, no one would know. After a few seconds, considering how she had punished Alice for her untruthful answer, she tentatively began to answer.

"Well, my former boyfriend liked to be in control. He would tie my wrists and hook them with a rope to an overhead chandelier."

"And then what?"

"Well, that's it. He just liked me helpless."

"Bullshit. Describe what he did to you," insisted Joan.

"Well, you know," hesitated Clarice. "He'd touch me."

"On your calf?," mocked Joan. "Tell us what he did to you.

"He liked to peel my clothes off, slowly. Sometimes he'd rip them off. I learned to wear old stuff when we'd have a date night alone. Then when I was naked and exposed, my hands above my head, he'd rub me with his hands, or his tongue, until I orgasmed." Clarice was speaking slowly, color appearing in her cheeks. Clearly the memory aroused vivid emotions within her.

"Did you like it?," asked Brad.

"Sometimes," said Clarice.

The players looked at each other. Everyone, including Clarice, knew a future challenge was forming. Wasn't that the purpose of a good Question?

Joan was next. She chose a Challenge.

"Demonstrate your technique for masturbating."

"This is assuming that I masturbate," she said.

"Of course you do, unless you're Mother Theresa ... and I suspect she did it," said Alice.

"Well, sometimes between boyfriends I feel the need," she confessed.

"You're wasting time," said Clarice. "Show us."

Joan leaned back, and thrust one hand into her pants, the other under her blouse, circling the breast. She rolled the nipple of the breast under the fingers, while the other hand attacked the clitoris. All this was under the clothes, so what was happening was mostly left to the imagination. After a few minutes, she stopped.

"That's how it's done," she said.

"We won't stop you, if you want to continue," said Roger, cheekily.

"No thanks," Joan replied. "I'll preserve some self-respect, for now. Assuming I have any left, after that show."

Next up was Brad. He chose a challenge too.

"Ask a fellow player to bring you to sexual climax, in a manner of their choosing."

Roger looked at the three ladies. (The guys looked the other way. That wasn't happening.)

"Any volunteers?" he asked, "before I choose someone?"

There was silence.

"OK, I choose Alice."

"Ugh," she said, "why me?"

"Because I think you're so beautiful," Roger said. "And this fulfills a fantasy for me."

Alice actually thought that was very sweet. She didn't know that Roger thought of her in that way. He'd never said a word.

"All right. I'll use my hand," Alice said. "Lie down on the floor on your back."

Roger complied. Alice reached over and unbuckled his belt, lowered the zipper, and pulled his pants down to his knees. He was wearing Speedo-type briefs that outlined his equipment.

Alice began by rubbing his penis and testicles through the briefs. The organ cooperated by rising and straining against the fabric.

"Well, before you punch a hole in those shorts, let me help you," Alice said. She grabbed the briefs on either side, and slid them down to join the pants at the knee. The penis sprang upward.

Alice leaned down and spat on her hand. She used her saliva to lubricate the shaft and stroked up and down. Roger moaned with pleasure and arched his back. Alice continued to stroke the organ up and down, then circled the tip with her thumb and forefingers. Returning to the shaft, she stroked upward, alternating hands in a continuous motion.

Roger began to moan more loudly.

"I can't last much longer!" he cried.

But of course, that was the object of the Challenge.

With a cry, Roger ejaculated onto his abdomen. Roger grabbed Alice's hand to stop her from stroking.

"Wow," he said. "Thank you."

"I appreciate politeness," Alice said with a smile. "I can tell you were raised well."

After Roger cleaned himself up, the game continued.

It was Cliff's turn. He chose a Question.

"To whom in the room are you most sexually attracted?"

Cliff looked at the five others. He actually, secretly, favored Brad, but Cliff was well closeted. He was not about to reveal that. "Joan," he said.

Joan smiled sweetly. It's nice to be admired.

It was Alice's turn to choose, and she selected a Challenge.

Alice read the card: "Allow each player to lick your private part with their tongue, 30 seconds each."

"Yikes" she exclaimed. "Everyone? The girls too? That is too weird. I can't do this."

"That's the challenge," said Brad. "If you won't complete the challenge, you'll have to draw a Penalty card."

"OK", she said. "Any penalty would have to be better than the challenge."

Alice took a Penalty card, and read it to herself.

"Oh my God," she said.

"What's it say," asked Clarice.

"I can't do this either," she said. "It's even worse."

"What's it say?"

"Choose a player to rub a finger coated with massage oil into your anus for 30 seconds."

"I'll die before I do this," Alice said quietly. "I've never done anything like that. Never will." A tear formed in the corner of her eye.

The room was quiet for a while. Everyone agreed that was one nasty penalty. Even if she were willing, who among them would agree to do it? Would everyone watch?

Roger came to her rescue. "I'm asserting my right to preempt the card. You need to let me rub your legs for two minutes," he said.

It was a very sweet gesture.

Roger moved to Alice, and gently massaged her calves. His kind gesture of saving her touched Alice, and she rubbed Roger's head as he knelt before her. The two exchanged smiles. Roger had said she was beautiful. Now this. Alice saw him with new eyes and she knew their relationship would soon move beyond just friends.

After that tender interlude, the game continued. Joan drew a Challenge card.

"Let a player of your choice massage your body at a place of his/her choosing, for two minutes."

That could be fun. Joan surveyed the room and chose Cliff.

Cliff was up to the task. He moved behind Joan, holding her between his legs. He reached under her top, and unhooked the bra. Then he grabbed under her arms, and pulled her back against him, him lying on the floor. "Close your eyes," he said to her. "Think of a lover and let your body respond to pleasure." With her spread out, basically on his chest, he gently massaged the freed breasts and the nipples. A Mona Lisa smile on Joan's face said he did a fine job.

Cliff was next and chose a Challenge. "The other players will spray whipped cream on your thighs, then lick it off."

Brad retrieved some spray whipped cream from the refrigerator. Cliff lay on his back, pants off but underwear on. With the knees splayed out to the side, whipped cream was applied to his legs, from the knee to the pelvis. The others knelt beside his legs and began slurping the cream off. Cliff bucked upward, as the feel of multiple tongues against his legs sent chills up his body. The closer the mouths came to his sex, the more intense the sensations came. Faces bumped against his genitals as the tongues sought out the cream in the crease of his legs by the groin.

What was not done was sustained, direct contact with his genitals -- which teased and tortured him. He pleaded for the release that direct contact would provide -- but none of the others, realizing exactly what was happening -- would oblige. Let the tension build. A little friendly torture. Save the release for another time.

It was almost midnight, and the gang was tired from the evening. That was the end of the game. But not to worry. There were still 3 days left to Spring Break. They agreed to reunite the next night. There were a lot of cards left.