Sequel to Halloween Party and Poker Game.
Content warnings: Daddy kink, Sir kink, strap-ons, bondage, rope, public sex (in the woods/camping), flogging, spanking, camera sex, consumption of alcohol, bottoming for the first time, fisting
These characters are all butch lesbians. They use a mix of she/her, they/them, and he/him pronouns. Don't like that? Don't read it!
Chapter 1 of 3
After the Halloween party, the gang stays the night in Charlie's tiny Toronto apartment. Zeke and Lou fall asleep on the couch together, half naked in their Captain Morgan and Gomez Addams costumes. Cal and Parker -- Freddie Mercury and a werewolf -- sleep together in Charlie's guest bedroom. Max, dressed as Spike from Buffy, falls asleep in their fangs in Charlie's bed, and Charlie shoves them aside to crawl into bed herself.
Everyone wakes in the morning spooning their partner. Lou startles awake, panicking.
"It's fine, Lou!" Zeke insists, trying to motion for him to sit back down on the couch.
"It's not fine, Zeke," Lou hisses. "This," -- he motions in between them -- "was not part of the plan."
Parker wakes slowly from his slumber to find Cal wrapped in his strong, hairy werewolf arms. She's snoring gently, her long blond hair tossed across the pillow and into his face. He smiles to himself, and his heart feels a weird little flutter. He extracts himself slowly from Cal, careful not to wake her, and creeps into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
Charlie wakes up with her head nuzzled in Max's chest. Their bleach blond hair falls onto their forehead, creased in a frown, even in their sleep. What are they dreaming about? Charlie wonders. She rests her head back down on Max's chest and pretends to be asleep. Her heart is racing, being this close to Max with her big, giant, fumbling, awkward crush on them. She can't believe they slept together. In both senses of the word.
"Mm," Max mumbles. "Charlie?"
"Yeah?" Charlie asks, breathless.
"Mornin'," they murmur.
"Morning," Charlie smiles.
Everyone wakes up for the day, and in a slightly hungover stupor, half dressed in their Halloween costumes, they sit around the dining table drinking coffee.
As the caffeine perks them up, the conversation grows louder around the mahogany table. They make small talk about the cold weather, returning to work tomorrow, and what bar to hit up next Friday.
Parker clears his throat. "So. Charlie. That was hot last night."
Charlie looks at him with wide eyes, a blush rising to her freckled cheeks.
"Thanks, Parker," Charlie says. Her pussy throbs beneath the table, fucked out from last night's strap-ons.
"So this is like a thing, now, right guys?" Max says. "We're friends who fuck?"
"I mean," Lou says. "If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck..."
Cal laughs. "It's a fuck!"
"I guess we are," Parker agrees. "If that's what everyone wants?"
There are murmurs of agreement around the table. Charlie nods and swallows.
"I'm changing the name of the group chat, y'all," Max declares.
Charlie pulls out her phone and the group chat now reads "Butch Bods 🔥🍑🍆" and Max has sent a nude photo to the chat, a full body selfie with their grinning face.
"Jesus, Max," Cal says. Charlie and Zeke react 🔥 to it.
"So it's that kind of group chat," Charlie says.
Max winks at her.
"What do we, like, wanna do... next?" Zeke asks, looking around the table with curiosity. Their eyes catch Lou's, and his face burns up.
Charlie lays her hands on the table and looks around at the group. "My pussy cannot take any more fucking right now," she says seriously.
The gang busts up laughing.
"No, not today," Zeke says. "But like, what's next?"
The group considers and sips their coffee.
"Public play party?" Cal asks.
"Damn," Zeke says. Charlie blushes. She's never been to a play party before, but the idea of being in public in front of strangers... Wow. It's an idea, and it's getting her hot.
"Cherry Bomb is doing a New Year's party at The Round. It'd be fun to go out dancing," Max says.
"I like dancing," Charlie chimes in. She likes dancing, but she also likes grinding and making out on the dancefloor, and rolling in with her group of hot butch friends and making out with them is a major power move, especially to ring in the new year.
"We should go on a camping trip!" Lou says excitedly.
Charlie's eyes bug out of her head. "We should not go on a camping trip. It's November! We live in Canada! Hello."
"If we go this weekend, it won't be too cold. It'll be our last chance before next spring. Please?" Lou cajoles.
"I like camping," Parker says.
"Me too," Max adds.
"Lou has a point that it's not that cold if we go soon," Cal points out.
Charlie groans. She's lost this argument. "Only if someone brings an air mattress," she pouts.
Lou grins. He has plenty of camping supplies.
The gang is going camping.
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Later in the week, Charlie messages the group chat with the audio clip of her orgasm that she played during truth or dare.
The group messages back with hot face emojis and eggplant emojis.
Parker sends a picture of him hard packing in his jeans. Charlie feels hot at the sight of his crotch, thinking about sucking him off, thinking about her big crush on the rugby hottie -- now that she thinks about it, she's kind of crushing on all of her friends. That's... not good.
Cal sends a picture of her bed scattered with sex toys next to her duffel bag, with the caption: "Packing for the weekend." Charlie's imagination runs wild with the image of her paddles, floggers, dildos, vibrators, lube, rope... How much of that is being packed? How's it going to be used, and... on who?
Charlie waits for a picture or comment from Max, but none comes. Ugh, damn them and her big stupid crush on them.
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"I hate this!" Charlie whines as they climb the hike to get to their camping spot. Parker and Cal lead in the front, Zeke, Lou, and Max follow behind, and Charlie brings up the rear, bitching and moaning from the back. Eventually, Max takes pity on her and waits for her to catch up.
"We can't exactly have an orgy at the campsite, Charlie. If you want to get fucked, we have to hike," Max says.
"Whatever, Max. That doesn't mean I have to be happy about it."
"Oh, you'll be happy about it..." Parker murmurs to Cal, and they burst out laughing.
"I'll be what?" Charlie demands, not hearing all of it.
Parker clears his throat. "You'll be happy about it when we're fucking your slutty little brains out, Charlie."
Heat rushes to Charlie's face and she sputters and huffs.
They make the hike in less than an hour and set up camp. It's afternoon, and it's going to be dark by six o'clock. Parker and Max collect firewood and start a fire while Lou and Zeke set up tents and Cal and Charlie blow up Charlie's precious air mattress. Cal teases Charlie for it, but she doesn't care. If she's going to be forced to camp in the woods, she's not going to sleep on the ground.
By nightfall, they're all sitting around the campfire roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. They eat eagerly, and then pass around beers and a joint, and Parker has a goddamn cigarette again. Charlie hates the smell, but tolerates it for Parker because she knows it's a stress relief for him.
"So Charlie?" Max says.
"Yeah?" Charlie perks up.
"Whose cock was best?"
