The first rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. The second rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. Third rule of M Club: No touching anyone but yourself. Fourth rule: No recording devices. Fifth rule: No clothing below the waist. Sixth rule: If this is your first time at M Club, you must masturbate.
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Denby couldn't wait for the boys to finally leave Lisa's house for the night. It wasn't that she didn't like having them there -- it was fun to check out their naked bodies and watch them act like fools trying to find ways to get her or Lisa to say more about what (if anything) they'd done together or were planning to do after the boys left. It wasn't to get on with messing around with Lisa -- she wasn't even sure they'd do anything like that, though there was an undeniable vibe happening between her and her best friend. No, it was the complete exhaustion in juggling all the emotions and hormones and events of the day. She wanted them gone so that her mind could settle and focus and quiet.
After playing in the hot tub, everyone had dried off and retreated to the family room to watch a movie. No one had dressed, but there hadn't been much more fooling around. She and Sean got very cozy on a recliner while Lisa and Andy cuddled on the couch. There had been a little semi-innocent touching and stolen kisses, but it seemed no one was comfortable pushing into full-on make-out sessions with the other couple present -- especially while fully naked.
Lisa was the one who finally kicked the boys out, saying that letting them stay any later would get her into more trouble with her parents than would already be the case if they found out she'd had guests. The risk of losing future access to the hot tub seemed to sway them and both reluctantly agreed to call it a night. Denby gave Sean a long, heated kiss goodbye and promised she would let him know how the rest of her evening went. It had been particularly cute when he said that if she wanted to "play" with Lisa, he was cool with it. She believed him, but figured a good bit of that stemmed from her promise to share.
"Wow," Lisa said, slumping back onto the couch while Denby reclaimed the recliner. "Those boys. I don't think either one will be able to sleep tonight, wondering what we're doing without them."
Denby chuckled. "No kidding. Probably missed an opportunity to get anything we wanted out of them just for a little show."
Lisa snapped her fingers. "Damn. Think we could've talked them into jerking each other off for us?"
Denby raised her eyebrows. "Now that would've been something. Can't see either of them agreeing, but it might have gotten them to at least think about it for a moment."
"Especially after they'd seen us lick their messes up."
Denby still felt a little guilty about having started all that without asking Lisa if she was okay with it. Licking Sean's cum off Lisa's breasts had been a completely impulsive move and could have really ticked off her friend. Fortunately, the opposite seemed to have been the case, as Lisa had not only copied but did her one better by sucking one of Den's nipples in front of the boys for a while.
"Sorry if I put you on the spot there," Denby said. "It just seemed like a fun way to torture the boys."
Lisa shrugged it off. "You warned me you'd do something to mess with them. And I sure didn't mind."
"Well, it's one thing that we fooled around in private and something else to do it in front of the boys."
Lisa nodded. "It's fine. I trust those two and I'm okay that it's out in the open."
It. Just what was "it," though? Denby wasn't really sure and, after having been so confident all day, she suddenly felt very uncertain.
They watched TV in silence for a little bit before Den felt compelled to say something, anything. "Is there anything you wanted to do tonight?"
Lisa's attention remained on the TV, but she bit her lip and seemed to consider how or what to answer. "Actually, I wouldn't mind a shower after the hot tub and all."
"Okay." It wasn't exactly what Denby had been asking about, but it was a reasonable answer.
Lisa glanced over. "You could join me, if you wanted."
Denby immediately recognized the offer for what it was -- Lisa wanted her along and wasn't just saying it to be polite. If it had been the latter, she'd have offered to let Denby take a shower first. It felt like another stepping stone to something else between them, and Lisa had left it to her to decide whether to take that next step.
"Sure." It hadn't been all that difficult a decision.
Lisa turned off the TV and the lights behind them as they made their way upstairs. They said little, each dealing with the nervous tension internally. As they brushed up against one another in the hallway, however, their hands met and intertwined.
Denby stopped at the bathroom door, but Lisa dragged her on. "Shower?"
Lisa smiled. "Yeah, but the good one," she said. "And as long as mom and dad are gone..."
"Oh, nice." Denby had seen the shower in the master bath several years ago and vaguely remembered it as being a nice glass and stone affair, plenty large for two people to comfortably fit. Much better than standing in the narrow tub of the bathroom Lisa usually had to use.
Lisa paused only briefly to grab a couple fresh towels from the linen closet and then led the way into the master bath and got the water turned on. Standing together, the girls looked at their reflection in the massive vanity mirror. Denby was increasingly comfortable with her own naked body -- a bit on the petite side with smaller breasts than she'd have liked and long brunette hair that she freed from its scrunchy. Lisa was of similar height and slightly heavier build, though it worked to good effect in making her appear womanlier in her curves. Den was also jealous of her friend's red hair.
Lisa wrapped and arm around Denby and pulled her in tight. "Damn, we fine. No wonder those boys are always drooling."
"You know it, girlfriend."
They giggled, hugged, and made their way into the shower, now steaming hot. Bodies casually brushing against one another, they shared the stream of water. They had showered together at school and camp, but never quite as cozy as this.
"Up for a little Truth or Dare?" Lisa waggled her eyebrows.
Den rolled her eyes. It sounded like a polite way to ask some very personal questions or do some even more personal things. "Sure, why not. It's a sleepover, after all."
"Exactly. You ask first."
"Fine. Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Lisa answered without a moment's hesitation and it took Denby a few seconds to even come up with something. "Okay, I dare you to wash my entire body."
"Starting me off gently? Okay." She reached for a bar of soap and lathered it up. "Let's start with your back."
Denby politely turned and stepped just out of the water stream. Lisa wasted no time in washing Denby's neck and back and working her way down.
"As long as I'm busy with this, you wanna pick truth or dare so I can start thinking of something?"
Denby considered it and really didn't care which way she went. The truth between them these days was more cathartic than embarrassing and any dare she came up with was likely to be fun. Well, she hoped the latter was the case.
"How about truth?"
"Truth, okay." Lisa ran her hands down the back of Denby's legs, her hands briefly brushing up against her butt and between her legs. "Turn."
Denby turned and Lisa began working her way back up the frontside, legs first this time. As she reached Den's crotch, she slowed and reached between the legs and hesitated for a moment as if to ask permission. Den parted her legs slightly and Lisa took that as permission to continue, her fingers sliding over the folds of her labia. That direct contact, the first time another had touched her there, sent a shiver through her body. It could be construed as nothing more than thoroughness in the cleaning process, but it was difficult to pretend there wasn't a sexual vibe. Lisa lingered a little bit, but then withdrew and continued up Denby's mid-section.
"Truth," Lisa repeated. "Was it true what you said earlier, about your promise to your mom being specific to boys?"
Coming from her friend, who'd just run her fingers over Denby's pussy, that question carried a lot of implied consent. Were they in the clear to do more than just kiss and play with one another's breasts? Denby tried to remember exactly what she'd said to her mother some two years back when the whole matter had come up. It was harder to think clearly as Lisa's hands began to lather the soap over her breasts.
"My mom did seem to be talking specifically about boys when we had that conversation," Denby said, closing her eyes to focus on her friend's touch. "She'd said that boys our age were driven by hormones over good judgment and I shouldn't ever allow myself to be pushed into doing something I didn't want to do and whose consequences I wasn't prepared to deal with. And, to help in that regard, she offered the suggestion of my promising not to engage in sex, including all forms of touching the private bits, until after graduation. She said the promise would give me something of a shield against unwanted advances. I knew she was right and she didn't force me to make the promise."
Lisa's hands, after lingering on Denby's breasts for a good while, moved on to finishing up her arms and neck.
"But you did."
"Honestly, at that point, I didn't think it too likely I'd even have a boyfriend before graduation that I wanted to do anything like that with. And, for most of high school, I didn't. Not until Sean. At least he's been cool with it."
"So, your answer then?"
Denby didn't really know. "I think I said I promised not to let any boys touch me like that, or touch them in kind. I'm damn sure I wasn't worried about touching any girls. So, yeah, I think by the letter of the law or spoken promise, I'm in the clear when it comes to girls."
Lisa stepped aside to let Denby step into the water and rinse off.
"Well, I don't blame you for never expecting this," Lisa said. "I sure as hell didn't, either. I'm still not entirely sure what to make of it. If I never touch you like that, it wouldn't bother me."
"But you'd like to." Den gave her friend a pointed look.
"I'm seriously thinking about it."
Rinsed clean, Den faced Lisa and nudged her around while taking the bar of soap. She lathered it up and began washing her friend, similarly starting with her back. "Next round? Truth or dare?"
Lisa sighed under Den's fingers. "Well, since you're already washing me, let's go truth."
