MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT CHAPTER 14 – SLEEPOVER PART 1

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT CHAPTER 14 – SLEEPOVER PART 1


I have done some work on MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT (THE SCHOOL YEAR). If you’d rather I skip ahead to after high school, please let me know so I can put my effort where you want it.

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I thought you might want a visual approximation of what the girls look like. These are the closest examples I could find. They are by no means exact, but are close enough to make me look twice. I’ll try to find examples for any other significant players as i introduce them. I hope it helps paint a clearer picture for you.


[Please read the earlier Chapters before continuing here]


The world exploded back to me, and I jerked my head off the floor as my stomach flexed in a spasm. Rach’s ass hung from the edge of the table. She dangled upside-down to where a mess of blond hair obscured my view of her gentle tongue and lips continued pulling every last bit of cum from me.

My spasms finally popped to a stop as I Rach released my wounded pride, and let it flop mercifully onto my stomach. My tension-locked breath flowed out of me as my body melted. Without warning, Rach’s tongue ran up the ridge along the underside of my shaft, where it lay seething on my stomach. By body, which had begun to settle during the momentary reprieve, shuddered at the touch.

Sowing pity on me, Rach’s tongue left my tortured pride behind as she began licking her way up my body, holding herself aloft with her hands to either side of me. Her legs took over at the table’s edge above us as her hips were dragged off the perch by her progress up my body.

Rach’s hair fluttered in my face as she licked my collarbone. She rose with a push-up, and tilted her head up to see my blank face. “You do make a mess.” she said in playful exasperation.

Still too in shock to find words, I simply gaped as she, unaware, or at least unfazed, leant down and licked my face clean of the last of the cum that had spurted out of me, and onto me, as I had collapsed.

I finally found some conscious thought as she rose to hover over me again. “What happened?” in a croak, was the best I could muster.

“You just came harder than I’ve ever seen.” She answered proudly, and appreciatively. “Including all the times I’ve spied on you.” She added as she lowered her lips to mine.

The kiss gave me valuable time to revive my brain. The pain had been intolerable, and yet I had done more than tolerate it, I had used it. Or maybe it had used me. Somehow the agony had become part of the ecstasy. It would have been confusing at my mind’s best. As it was, I merely tried to reinforce my memory of the experience, so when my mind had the time, I could try to figure out what had just happened.

“Come back to me Jake.” Rach whispered, rising up to float mere inches above me; looking into my dazed eyes. Adding “I’m not done with you yet.” with a slight curve of her lips that was more than a smile.

Thankful of the pride that gave me the gumption, I managed a fairly convincing, if totally wishful, “I’m not done with you either.”

“Mmm” she purred, lowering her head to my chest, and I felt the slick contact as her body followed, gradually joining with mine; the vivid image of our bodies like two sides of a zipper, flashed in my head. The easy intimacy of Rach’s relaxed body sinking into my relaxed body, made the comfort of a hug seem trivial. With a shocking amount of effort, I willed my legs, still sprawled apart from their collapse, to move. The struggle paid off as the length of Rach’s legs snuggled into the press between mine.

I was content to lay there as long as my pride would let me. I was sure however, that any moment I would be ‘encouraged’ to revive. As if in answer that thought, I felt Rach stir on me. “I’m thirsty.” She said softly, lifting her head to look up at me, and resting her chin on my chest.

“Me too.” I added, realizing at the mention, how much I was.

“I’ll get us something.” Rach offered brightly, springing off of me, and leaving me dead on the floor as she bounded, undiminished, up the stairs.

A thankful several minutes later, after I had recuperated enough to sit, and was in the process of massaging some life back into my leg muscles, I heard Sharon’s voice from the top of the stairs. “Oh, hi, I was just coming to see if you guys needed anything.”

Rach wasn’t fooled by Sharon’s excuse for sneaking to see what was going on. Speaking slowly, with her unmistakable tone of authority, Rach answered “We needed drinks, which I have. The only other thing we need is privacy.”

Rach’s words didn’t require, or even permit, an answer from Sharon, and a moment later Rach appeared at the door with two large glasses. “I got one water, and one Gator-Aid.” She said sweetly, approaching and offering me the choice.

I grabbed the clear drink, leaving the bright blue liquid for Rach, who leaned her ass against the pool table next to me, and took a long pull from her glass. I drank too, encouraging the water to act quickly and magically, to renew my body.

After a short, silent convalescence, I looked from my glass, letting my eyes fall on Rach’s feet beside me. I watched dazedly, her little tan toes wiggling in the carpet, until I realized it was being done for my benefit. I raised my eyes, letting them glide up Rach’s body until I was looking up to Rach’s eyes looking back down to me.

“Better?” she asked brightly.

“Better.” I confirmed, adding validity by rising slowly but steadily to my feet in front of her.

I watched Rach look down, and saw her expression turn playfully sad. With bottom lip in a pout, she cooed “Ohhh, he looks down.” smiling at her joke.

I followed her attention. My partially deflated cock hung from me. It’s now diminished, six or so inches, red raw in the several places Rach had left her mark, indeed pointed down to the floor. “Just resting till he’s needed” I said smoothly, relieved to feel some truth in my words.

“Did I do that?” she asked tenderly, reaching out and lifting my cock gently till it lay flat on her palm; the red raw teeth marks standing out vividly.

“Yes” I answered flatly. Part of me wanted to add to that simple response, two parts really. But since those two parts wanted to express opposing feelings (one would have added lewd appreciation, while the other would have said whatever was required to ensure it never happened again), I let the simple answer serve for now. I knew I would have to get resolved on this internal feud, but left it for another time.

“I didn’t know I was biting so hard.” Rach said softly as she lowered her head down to examine her marks more closely.

A sudden fear of more teeth gripped me as I watched her descend. “Please! No more teeth.” I sputtered, managing to get my emotion and volume back to normal as I finished. I felt instantly, that I didn’t want to shut that door, and amended more quietly “For now anyway.” I added my own rendition of her quietly evil smile to make sure the door was held.

She looked up and caught my smile, giving it back to me as she cooed “No more teeth, I promise.” Then copying me, she amended “For now anyway.”

Looking up to me from her gentle treatment of my wounds, Rach offered lightly. “How about we go for a little walk?” Looking back to the injured flesh lying on her hand, she added “Give you a chance to de-tenderize”, ending with a soft kiss to the head before standing and letting my cock drop from her hand.

“And, we can see what the girls are up to.” Rach continued, pointedly raising her voice to be sure she was heard by Sharon. The clear warning dashed any chance of surprising Sharon and catching her ‘preoccupied’.

“I need to get my boxers first.” I said softly as Rach took my hand. Seeing the look of disappointment staring up at me from under her puckered brow, I whispered “Let’s keep your little mementos private”, I let her follow my pointed look to the red marks, still clearly visible, that slashed across the shaft of my cock.

“Oh!” Rach said abashed. Bouncing back to cheerful after a moment, she continued “I’ll get them and meet you at the top of the stairs”, releasing my hand and skipping away and up the stairs.

I waited a few moments, testing the sensitivity of Rach’s markings with a tentative grip. Aside from some superficial tenderness, I was undamaged. I sighed with relief and headed slowly but steadily up to meet Rach with no worries.

Rach got back as I climbed the last few stairs. There, into my view, popped an unanticipated sight. Rach, boxers in hand, had put my blue clingy suit on. The material that clung to me, revealing every detail, drooped and sagged on Rach’s tiny frame, revealing nothing but Rach’s sense of humor.

“What are you doing?” I asked bemused.

Smiling, and yet determined, Rach answered “These come off when those come off.” Pointing at my boxers just as I pulled them into place. As I started tucking myself away, Rach stepped forward and, more insisting than asking, said “Let me do that.”

Knowing that tone, I stopped my tucking, and watched as Rach took over. Rach pulled my boxers away with one hand, and took a thankfully softly hold on me with the other. As she bent me first left, then right, I supposed she was deciding which hip to try. She started lowering toward my right hip, and I waited for the tuck, and release.

I was a bit surprised when she continued lowering me, realizing, only when I felt the air on the head of my cock, her choice of placement. Rach withdrew her hand, and let the waist of the boxers return.

It was a strict rule for me that tucking down the leg was for jeans only. The tightness of the material made it possible to pin my cock to my inner thigh, giving it the cover of my other thigh, and flattening the girth for camouflage.

Aside from the obvious issue of length which left my head exposed even in my currently diminished state, the loose but unyielding silk would not give when the inevitable time came, and my rising cock would be stopped, hovering inches away from the front of my right thigh. Indeed, Rach’s brief handling had had enough effect that I already pulled at front of the boxer leg.

“Really?” I asked incredulously, looking up to her from the ludicrous sight.

The “Really!” given back by Rach was a discussion ender, and I acquiesced with a shrug.

Poorly hiding her sense of victory, she took my hand and began leading me to the back door. As I was pulled along, I mourned the sight of Rach’s perfect ass, obscured by the sag of the back of my suit. It seemed sacrilegious. The only redeeming thing about the suit was Rach’s struggle to keep them from falling down, which gave a teasing flash of butt crack in the moment before being caught and pulled back up.

This gave me an idea. I waited for her next grab to pull the suit up, and suggested helpfully “Why don’t you tie them” just as we reached the back, sliding glass door.

“Ooo, Thanks.” She piped, immediately groping for the tie string.

I smiled at my trap. Knowing my acceptance of her ‘help’ would keep Rach from refusing, I mimicked her, saying “Let me do that.”

The resigned look that seeped into her expression was all the encouragement I needed. I didn’t even bother with the string Rach had found, and was offering to my approaching hands. Going directly to the hips, I carefully folded the top inch down, making sure to smooth it flat all the way around. As I started the second folding, I glanced up from where I had kneeled, giving Rach a hammy smile that got a playful attempt at anger in return.

The third fold finished off any slack, and I watched the swath of flimsy cloth stretching down between Rach’s legs pull tight, pressing it into the folds of her pussy. I struggled with the next, and last possible fold. The material gave its last bit of stretch up, making even more of a display of Rach’s pussy. What tension couldn’t be absorbed by stretching cloth, pulled down the folded edge in an arc from hip to hip, exposing a shock of blond at the bottom of its dip.

“There, all done.” I said brightly as I stood. “You’re all set.”

“Thanks” Rach returned, her sarcastic smirk giving me all kinds of satisfaction.

“Are the girls out back?” I asked cleanly, letting the dressing battle disperse. I had left both the boxers and my suit at the pool, and as Rach seemed to be leading us there, I assumed she had seen one or both of them there when she retrieved the clothing.

Rach spoke casually “Nope. I’m not sure where Lidia is, but Sharon is probably still in her room.” Rach ended with a knowing smile as she reached for the door. “I thought a swim would be nice though” she added in explanation, pulling me after her into the heat of the afternoon sun.

The swim was a good idea. I felt energy, and the drive to expend that energy, returning almost as soon as I dove in. Rach joined me in the water, but contented herself with laying back on the steps and watching me. As the last kinks in my muscles dissolved, I joined her, swimming up underwater, and breaking the surface between her legs.

“Hi” I chirped, rising to lift myself over her.

“Hi” Rach answered, smiling at my maneuverings. “Got your mojo back I see.”

“Oh, so this was just to recharge your toy hu?” I asked softly as I lowered my mouth to hers.

Rach’s “mhmmm” as we kissed was a perfect blend of naughty and nice.

A sudden vision of taking Rachel right there cleaved my mind. A flurry of images, in vivid detail, fast forwarded through the entire scene, ending with the imagined Lidia and Sharon peeking out from where they had watched. That last part had a thrill all its own, but I knew Rach had an idea of how she wanted this day (and night I supposed) to go, and I wanted, no needed, to help make it perfect for her.

I needed direction. I needed to know what would be best for Rach right now, so I could help. I reluctantly lifted away from the kiss, and asked “Should we: a. look for the girls, b. go back to ‘privacy’, or c. just forget anyone else exists, in which case, someone is gona come out here and see me doing all kinds of bad things to you.”

I felt a flutter when Rach smiled innocently at my description of the third choice, but then, pouting slightly, she said “We’d better check on Lidia at least.”, adding with a bit of concern “I can’t figure where she went.”

I pulled back, kneeling on the step between Rach’s legs, and forced myself to look past her body to her face, to keep my focus. Even so, I found it challenging, looking into her fresh green eyes, to offer “She might have gone back to our house. Maybe we should split up to look at both houses.”

I swear I had no scheme planned. My only motivation was getting back to the basement as quickly as possible. So I was shocked at Rach’s brow furrowed response “You aren’t trying to get a peek at Sharon and your ‘gift’ are you?”

“I uh…I swear that isn’t…” I sputtered before catching a smile creeping across Rach’s lips.

“I’m kidding silly” she said, sitting up and cupping my face in her hands gently. “I trust you to know how much is too much, when I’m not around to chaperone. Just the same, I think I‘ll take looking here. No sense in you fighting off Sharon any more than you have too.”

“I wouldn’t need to ‘fight her off’” I said, a bit embarrassed.

“Then you’ve no idea what you are in for.” Rach purred knowingly.

Sitting up and leaning forward to me, she left a quick kiss on my lips before standing and walking slowly around the pool to the house. My suit on her, cinched up as it was, gave me a fantastic view as she walked away. The dip in the front that had exposed a flash of yellow, was copied in the back, revealing more than an inch of where those two perfect balls of tan muscle met. When she looked over her shoulder to me, I realized the slow walk was for me. I smiled my appreciation, and was answered by a quick wink of a perfect green eye.

I stood to do my part in the hunt for Lidia. The wet silk of my boxers clung to my skin. I could see the cold water’s effect in the detail provided by adhering cloth. The stiffness that had levered up my boxer leg had eased. The thick rope of flesh wandered freely, letting its weighted hang swing in time to my steps as I walked back to our house.

I should have walked into the kitchen and yelled for Lidia. That would have been sensible, and quick. Up until the moment I touched the handle of screen door to the kitchen, that had been my thought. I surprised myself, and I felt my heart flutter, as my hand opened the door slowly and silently. The exhilaration coursing through me as I crept across the kitchen could be blamed on the sneaking alone I suppose. Honestly though, the idea of sneaking when a beautiful girl like Lidia was the target, held vastly more appeal.

Another slow door-opening, and I could see that the living room was empty. I disregarded the stairs down to the basement, and crept to the stairs going up, careful to avoid any squeaking as I climbed. My best guess was that Lidia was taking a nap, but I slipped past Rach’s closed door, intent on getting to my computer for a safer look into Rach’s room. I slid into my room silently, and started for my desk.

“Hi Jake.” delivered softly, but clearly, spun me around mid-step.

Lidia sat, cross-legged, on my bed. The white of her bikini bottoms gleamed in contrast to the dark skin it pleated. While bikini bottoms were apparently still needed when away from our game, no other clothes seemed required. Her dark tiny nipples stood proudly above the swath of tan skin of her torso. I took more time than it was polite too, drifting over the sight languidly.

When my eyes finally found Lidia’s, she spoke again. “May I talk to you alone please?” in the same soft voice.

The English was easily the best I had heard her speak. I had the distinct impression that she had practiced saying the words. I had just a moment of thinking of the irony of getting information because of the language barrier, before I realized I had not answered her.

“Yes, of course.” I said quickly.

The sense of seriousness in Lidia’s voice made remaining standing seem impolite, so I found the only seat besides the Lidia occupied bed; my desk chair. The softness of her voice did not require, but somehow requested the intimacy of closeness, so I rolled the chair up till my knees touched the bed; noticing as I did so, that my swinging weight had been replaced by a telescope of flesh; it’s apparent aim, somewhere over Lidia’s left shoulder.

I looked up from the exposed knob of flesh beyond the confines of my boxer leg, to Lidia, as she did the same. “What’s up?” I said lightly, hoping it was nothing serious enough to disrupt what was quickly turning out to be the best day of my life.

“I want to not be unfair.” Lidia said smoothly (well, as smoothly as an awkward phrase like that could be said).

Before I thought it out enough to respond (Lidia’s presence here on my bed, and my blossoming concern over not doing anything that could hurt Rach, left me a little distracted), Lidia continued “I also do not want you to be mad at Rachel.”

The comment about fairness was, if unexpected, still understandable. We had traded ‘favors’ by allowing each other unchased ogles, and the tit-for-tat of our displaying for each other had an air of equality to it. The comment about being mad at Rach was baffling though. There was too little information to do anything with.

I’m sure my face showed my confusion, because Lidia seemed in a hurry to explain. “Will you make a promise to not be mad at Rachel?” she said with quiet earnestness.

I clearly needed to agree if I was going to have a chance of figuring out what this was about. I let my heart do the talking. “I will never be mad at Rach. There is nothing you can say that would change that.” I said, matching her earnestness. I left unsaid that while I was sure Rach could never make me mad, I was equally sure I could be hurt inconsolably.

“I am happy that you agree” Lidia said with some relief. I smiled, and waited only a moment before she continued. “Rachel wanted to show me things to make me not nervous about coming here.”

I knew immediately what she was getting at, but it was exciting listening to Lidia explain, and I struggled to maintain my blankly curious expression as she continued “She let me see you. She used the computers.”

It was remarkable how cleanly honest Lidia was being. Even through the slight haze of guilt in her eyes, she spoke clearly and evenly; not a hesitation or wince interrupting the musical rise and fall of her voice. Her delivery somehow added to the inherent intimacy of the topic.

I realized Lidia was waiting for me to absorb her bombshell. I considered letting Lidia off the hook at this point. I could tell her what really happened, and take her burden from her. Strangely, it was the same fear of not implicating Rach that kept me from a rescue. I gave an ‘I’m with you so far’ flavored “O.K.”, demonstrating my lack of anger, and freeing up Lidia to continue.

“You were playing a game on the computer I think.” Lidia added to make it seem innocent.

“That’s no big deal” I said to fill Lidia’s anxious silence.

“We did it when I was here also” she said, clearly building to her big disclosure. I waited till she continued with “You were exercising.” Then, after another pause, “You had those on only.” she almost whispered, gesturing to my strained boxers.

I’m ashamed to admit I let her stew for a few seconds. There was something exhilarating in her angst. I got control of my devil reluctantly, and made sure my expression had no trace of the anger and embarrassment that Lidia feared.

Thinking about our sharing gave me the truth I needed to set her mind at ease, and I soothed “It’s a turn-on to see a pretty girl looking at me. You can look at me any time you want; but I like it more when I can watch you watching me.”

Wide eyes, and a considerable lessening of the stress emanating from Lidia, told me I had made progress, though the remaining flicker of tension in her face said she wasn’t finished. Doggedly, she went on. “When Rachel went out of her room, I watched you alone. You were… I don’t know the English, ‘masturbarsi’.”

The word ‘masturbarsi ‘, an easy translation even for me, was a difficult finish line for her, but she made it smoothly, with only a slight flush under that dark tan. The word also added to the intimacy of our conversation; effectively exposing both of us in one admission. In was an exciting feeling, but I knew it was fleeting. I had to relieve her guilt.

A thought came to me. I borrowed from Lidia’s opening, asking “Will you promise not to be mad at me?”

Confusion and a cautious eagerness laced Lidia’s quick answer of “Yes”.

I took a moment to make sure my wording would keep Rach blameless, and then explained “I know how to do the computer trick too. I saw you sleeping in my shirt that first day you came here, and I also watched you…when you were watching me…um, ‘masturbarsi’.” I ended slowly, giving her enough time to fully absorb the depth of my admission. I watched her reactions intently. Whatever I reasonably expected, this still might blow up in my face.

“You saw me also?” from Lidia, with an inscrutable lilt, set my mind at ease.

“Yes, you were beautiful.” I offered honestly.

After a moment of relief, a slight pout spread across her face. Putting me in a bit of confusion myself, she said keenly “That is unfortunate.” Lidia explained away my confusion with “I was going to let you become even…to be fair.”

The small guiltless smile that replaced her pout sent a surge through me. As if to make sure I understood, she encouraged me to follow her eyes down to her suit bottoms. When we looked back up together, a twinkle in her eye led into her inviting “I am still unfair. I touched you at the game.”

Her words blossomed in my mind. The Instant clarity of her meaning, brought with it, a vibrating buzz in my head, and a humming pulse in the rest of me. Before love and reason had a chance to bring me to my senses, the thought of my hand replacing the white band of fabric between those long thighs, flashed into my mind.

The temptation was almost beyond my ability to control. Lidia, leaning back on her hands with that sparkle of welcome in her eyes, threatened to overwhelm my resistance. Rach and I hadn’t discussed this possibility, and I was unsure of her feelings about it. The image of Rach’s hurt face in my doorway, watching me betray her, finally brought me to my senses.

Thankfully, the thought of Rachel gave me an idea as well. Matching Lidia’s recent pout, I said “But it won’t be fair.” Then imitating her smile, I added “Rach helped you with me.”

The effect on Lidia was captivating. If you could see understanding, it would look exactly like the wide expression spreading gradually across her face.

I felt that expression’s effect on me, and held myself at bay. I might be backing Rach into a corner with this suggestion. Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure Rach would love it. But I also promised to do everything I could to make this day perfect for her, and knowing Rach, she had a perfect plan to do just that. I didn’t want to do anything to screw it up.

“Tell you what.” I said as the idea formed in my head. “If we don’t get a chance to get even today, I promise I’ll talk to Rach. I’ll even act like it is all my idea if you want.”

“She would help?” Lidia asked cautiously.

I realized, to answer truthfully, I would literally out Rach to some extent. I didn’t know why Rach hadn’t told Lidia that she liked girls too, but I did know it wasn’t my place to cross that bridge for her. Threading the needle to

keep from lying, without exposing Rach, I answered “I know she thinks you are beautiful. Look, don’t worry. If Rach doesn’t like ‘my’ idea to share you…”. I had to pause to calm the flutter in my voice at the word ‘share’, before I finished “…we can find some other way to catch you up. I promise I’ll make it fair, O.K.?”

Lidia deflated slightly, but the hope I had offered seemed to soften the blow. With an intent “O.K.”, Lidia smiled more easily. Comfort seeped into the room with her smile, letting us enjoy the easy rapport we had developed over the past few days.

Moments off cue, Rach’s shout came up from the kitchen. “Jake, Lidia, are you guys here?”

The slight concern in her voice drove home to me that she had been searching this whole time. With a pang of guilt I answered her, yelling “We’re in my room.”

I heard the sounds of a fast moving Rach flying through the house. She grabbed the frame of my door to catch herself, and jerked to a stop in my doorway. I used her momentary stillness while she assured herself that nothing was going on, to apologize. “I’m sorry Rach. I should have let you know as soon as I found Lidia. We were just having such a good talk I forgot you were still looking.”

“You’ll just have to make it up to me.” She said as she calmed. Smiling, she left the doorway and walked to me, adding “for the next month.”

Laying her hand on my shoulder, she redirected her attention to Lidia. “We were worried when we couldn’t find you.” Rach cooed, showing only concern.

“I just wanted to get out of the sun.” Lidia explained. “Sharon went inside when you did, and I felt more comfortable entering your house…without permission.”

“Ooh,” Rach said in a whine, jumping on the bed to hug Lidia.

As Rach told Lidia she was sorry, and that no permission was needed at either house, I found I was having two experiences at the same time. I was watching two truly amazing bodies, mostly naked, pressed together on my bed, mushing in all the good places as the hug lingered, brilliantly aware of the conversation just had. I was concurrently a bit bemused by how easily girls fall into near tears over the smallest things.

Rach eventually sat back, breaking the hug, saying “We should get back. Sharon’s waiting for us.”

I caught what I imagined was a slight look of disappointment in Lidia’s face as Rach climbed off the bed. I let that sleeping dog lay. Taking Rach’s hand, we let Lidia lead the way back to Sharon’s.

As we crossed our backyard, Rach said as casually as can be “Whatever you were talking about, it must have been interesting”, releasing my hand to give my cock a squeeze through the taught silk of my boxers to demonstrate her meaning.

Lidia looked around in time to see Rach release me, and I looked her in the eyes as I answered Rach’s wondering, saying “Of course it was interesting. We were talking about you.”

Lidia turned away at my words, evidently nervous at how close to the truth I was getting. I let that, and Rach’s silent follow-up questions go unnoticed, focusing a little more than necessary on the fence climb. Rach would wheedle it out of me for sure. But for the moment, she was forced to stew.

The sun had dipped considerably. A neighbor’s tree had put most of Sharon’s backyard into the shade. As we came up to the pool, Rach said “Hey, found em.” to a smiling Sharon, who sat hopefully in her Truth or Dare spot.

I could see as we got closer, that Sharon had a different pair of bottoms on. I couldn’t quite make them out with the view I had. Loose, short, and black was all I got.

I let Rach lead in answer to Sharon’s implied suggestion of returning to the game. If she wanted more Truth or Dare, I was more than up for it.

Rach, seemingly oblivious to Sharon, said lightly “I’m hungry. Are you guys ready for dinner?”

I realized I was famished, and added what I would have said anyway “I’M STARVING!”

Lidia piped up with a “Yes, dinner” moments later, but not before Sharon had already started to stand in concession.

“There are menus in the kitchen for delivery.” Sharon offered in well borne defeat.

Like a puma, Rach pounced, smiling and saying “Great! Can you two go pick out what to order.”, indicating the other two girls. “You know what I like, and Jake will eat anything.”

“I will, seriously.” I confirmed, smiling.

I held my mild, blank smile against Lidia’s nervousness at leaving us to talk, till she turned to follow Sharon inside, and in moments we were left alone in the backyard.

Spinning to me as the girls passed out of earshot, Rach asked playfully, but earnestly, “What were you two saying about me.”

“Well, I’m not sure I should say.” I said, feigning concern. “It was a private conversation.” I added, unable to keep from smiling at her expression of disbelief.

Turning aloof, Rach replied “I think what I saw Sharon doing is probably private too.”, purposely letting a sly smile end her retort.

I recognized a stalemate when saw it, but didn’t need her coaxing to share, regardless. Considering our fleeting privacy, I got right to it. “Lidia felt guilty that she had spied on me. She confessed.” I said, showing my surprise, adding “She was very careful to keep you out of it. She even made me promise not to be mad at you before she would tell me. It was really sweet.”

“Oh my gosh, that is so cute.” Rach twittered.

“I think she wanted to make it fair by letting me watch her masturbate.” I said, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. Rach’s expression gave me encouragement to continue. “I told her I had watched her too.”
“And don’t worry. I kept your participation secret too.” I added, touching her face with my fingertips.

“I thought that settled things, but then she brought up the three of us out here earlier when you…shared me.” I said, pausing just long enough for Rach’s smiling face to turn intent, and then continued quickly, saying “Lidia counted that too, and that left her feeling guilty. She couldn’t hide her disappointment at not being able to set things straight, and I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t sure how our rules applied, so I stalled her. But I told her that I would do my best to make it ‘really’ fair.” Seeing that my meaning was lost on Rach, I added “Really fair, as in you…um… being there too.”

“Wow!” Rach said, completely agog.

After a few moments to let it sink in, I said “I told her that I would ask you. I promised her I would make it come from me, so she wouldn’t have to feel ashamed if you said no.”

I tried to let Rach consider, but I couldn’t help adding “I’m sorry. If I had a better handle on our limits, maybe I could have done a better job.