Kassandra didn't come off as a natural leader at first. She was just charismatic, talking to everyone without outshining anyone. She was assertive enough to be a lawyer, but she loved fun too much. Her thing was asking everyone off-the-wall questions, like "Have you ever skydived? Would you? If not what's the closest activity you would do to skydiving?"
She nearly always wore tight V-necks which hugged her inhumanly small waist. She had trim thighs and calves with nice indents from playing lacrosse. She had long, wavy brown hair, a round nose, and a small forehead with lots of baby hairs. And Keds with striped thigh-high socks, can't forget those. She was gorgeous, in her own way.
The first time we hung out, we got shaved ice while Kassandra asked her questions and I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I had always thought of myself as a straight girl, but Kassandra had me questioning why I had even assumed that in the first place. She was freewheeling and limitless, like she would consider doing almost anything. That evening, she proved me right when she knocked back a hard cider hiding in her bag and decided we were all going hiking. While we were walking up the hill, she jumped piggyback on anyone she wanted to and shrieked in happiness when we arrived at the view on top. She talked about her ambitions to cliff dive into lakes over the summer.
One day at school, she said hi to me in the hall. She asked me my favorite shape of pasta, and if I would ever get a tattoo. She had a new leather backpack dyed a delicious lavender color. She invited me to one of her get-togethers. Her dad was off doing international business somewhere, her mom was tagging along to be exotic, and her brother was at college playing basketball, so Kassandra was left with the house. I had the suspicion that I was invited now because I had recently turned eighteen. Everyone kept it under wraps well, but I got the impression that it was a very adult kind of party.
Saturday, 8:30 PM. It was April, a nice warm temperature and the sun had set. It was a long, winding road through other big houses to get there. I parked on Kassandra's big stone driveway and rang the doorbell. She opened and squeezed me with a vicious hug. She was wearing a swimsuit; after she let go of me, she picked her wine glass back up off the table and took a swig as she walked me through the living room.
The house was glamorous, sure, but the main attraction was out back. Kassandra had a big hot tub that could hold around ten people. It had a gorgeous teal marbled bottom and tiki torches were burning not far away. From there it was the pool and a golf course beyond. I could see all the lights from other houses across the golf course, distant families and parties visible through the windows. The guys in Kassandra's backyard were playing chicken in the pool, and the girls were chatting in the hot tub, Taylor restlessly doing handstands. I rested my chin on the side of the tub and watched the waterfall cascade down to the pool. Then Kassandra tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Want to start truth or dare? We pretty much always play it at these parties."
"Sure, maybe," I said.
Kassandra stood up and clapped. "Truth or dare! Truth or dare!" Everyone started making their way over.
Everyone settled into the tub, various beverages in hand. The water was very warm but not too hot, a temperature you could imagine yourself staying in for a long time. A few people looked ready and rabid, like they knew what was coming next. I figured it was a sexy truth or dare. I recalled my older neighbor describing a college sex party, where shirts came off during the make outs and duos ran in the closet to bang and make sounds for all to hear.
Kassandra led the game, and the first subject was Megan. She said "truth," smugly.
Kassandra, sitting on the edge of the hot tub and dangling her feet into the water, said confidently, "What's the strangest thing you've ever masturbated with?"
Megan stroked her chin. "Probably a candle."
"Was it on fire?" said James, and all the guys laughed.
"No," she said decisively with a sly smile.
"That's too bad," said Kassandra. "Want to turn this into a dare?" she said.
"Why the hell not!" she said.
"James," said Kassandra, "Go to my room and get a girthy candle and the lighter. We'll see what Megan's made of."
Megan laughed and blushed while James took off.
Next was Genevive. She selected Dare with a laugh, like she and Kassandra had established this as an inside joke. Kassandra told Genevive to take her swimsuit top off. Everyone in the hot tub clapped.
Genevive had the biggest tits in the group, or perhaps in the city. They weren't just regular big tits like the Christina Hendricks kind, they were scary big, outside of a normal bell curve. They were big, heaving sacks. Even when I saw them at school under normal clothing, I couldn't help but think about stripping off her top and handling them.
Me and some of the guys would go sometimes through Genevive's Instagram in Connor's room and ignore all the "fun" things she was doing to look at her tits in whatever cut-off form they might appear in. She treated them like they were normal body parts that needed to be neither hid nor exaggerated. This added to the sexiness, in our opinion.
Tonight, Genevive's tits were in a black bra-like swimsuit that I thought must be custom made. They were held up in large, round, spheres that in profile view jutted out a lot, maybe a whole foot. Genevive wasn't conventionally attractive, she was overweight and her facial features were arranged weirdly, but she had that "let's get fucked up" attitude which made her fit right in.
"Well, alright," she said to Kassandra's request, perking up. She wasn't ashamed of them. She straightened out her posture like this was a rehearsed routine. She reached to the front of her bra and unhooked it, and they unfurled.
They were so big that they hung past her bellybutton, until the bottom where they rounded out. Her areolas were the size of plates and her nipples were like grapes. When she moved, her tits swung back and forth, a lot, which made my pussy twitch totally on its own.
"What now?" she asked, smiling. I took a break from staring with all my soul to look at everyone else. Just like me: paralyzed and dying to touch themselves.
Kassandra reached down and gave one of Genevive's breasts a wholehanded push, which made both of them sway.
"You're off the hook for now, little slut," she said.
Genevive grabbed her bikini top from Quentin, who was managing to fit his entire head inside one cup, and put it back on. As she heaved her breasts into the bikini and they snuggled up back together, it was like they were transforming into something else just as juicy, just as fascinating--from hanging udders to a full shelf. I wondered if Kassandra and Geneveive had fucked, and I figured they probably had. They both seemed so sexually liberated. I imagined them tribbing on one another, Kassandra on top playing with Geneveive's heaving tits, rolling back and forth at her sides and barely possible to handle.
At this point James was back with the candle.
"Get on the edge of the tub, Megan," said Kassandra.
Megan pretended to be annoyed and got up on the edge. Kassandra moved over in the water to be next to Megan; she pulled Megan's bottoms off, threw them to the side, and parted her legs--her pussy was now unveiled for all to see. She looked unbelievably anxious and embarrassed. James made his way over; he had a candle that about the thickness of a really thick cock. Standing in the water, he spit on the candle, rubbed the spit around the base, and gently worked it into Megan's hole, pulling apart her labia to guide it. Megan twitched and moaned at the touch of someone she only kind of knew touching her pussy and penetrating her with a household item covered with his spit. Finally, when it was far enough up there, at least seven inches or so, James grabbed the lighter and lit the wick.
