“What?!” Elsie asked, suddenly cranking up her volume once more. Some heads turned in their direction.
“Shh, Els, shut up,” Brie whispered, “The last thing I need is one more rumor about me for the school to spread.”
Elsie leaned in and brought her voice low, “That’s so illegal. You should report him.”
“I can’t,” Brie despaired. “He gave us a quiz on Friday and I missed it, and he’s going to bring my grade down unless I do… extra credit for him.”
“Damn. You’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t. Next time, you should record his behavior on your phone so you have evidence against him.”
“If only they didn’t ban mobile phones in school,” Brie lamented. “This sucks.”
Elsie changed the subject in an attempt to cheer up her friend. “Let’s talk about something else and get your mind off of it.”
“You’re right,” Brie agreed.
“People have been asking me about modeling all day. They want to know how we did it and how to break in. I didn’t tell them we basically lied our way in,” Elsie snickered.
“By the way,” she continued, “A guy gave me his card last night, after I got off stage, and before Ivy brought you back to get me.” She passed it over to Brie.
Brie looked at the card. It was a small, crisp business card that read:
SNICKER-DOODLEZ
Young and Teen Modeling
Boys and Girls
Elsie beamed. “He said I was good! He promised me a modeling contract if I called him. He said they do work with huge brands.”
“Wow,” said Brie, in wonderment. “I’m not surprised. You killed it on stage yesterday. So, are you going to call him?”
“I think so, but I have to figure out how I can do it without mom and dad finding out. They would totally spoil our fun if they found out. He even said he might be able to use you, too.”
“Really? I thought I did horribly. I mean, I fainted on stage. I… did other things, too.”
Elsie shrugged, “I dunno. He must have missed that part, since he was talking with me back stage when it happened. Maybe you got lucky and he doesn’t know!”
“Yeah, lucky…” Brie stared off into space, before snapping her attention back to her friend. “You do know what I did, right?” Brie ventured hesitantly.
“Oh, I do,” Elsie grinned, “Ivy grilled me about it in the car. I can’t believe I missed it! What we did yesterday in the green room, it was so hot. Even after two cums I went home wanting more. And you were so good about not cumming, it must have been epic when you finally did.”
“I guess it did feel good,” Brie admitted, “but when it’s so intense that I pass out, I have a hard time remembering. It’s almost not worth it.”
Then Elsie leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Speaking of worth it, you wanna know what I did last night?”
“Sure,” Brie answered.
“Mallory and I played Truth or Dare.”
“Really? Just you and your sister? Why?”
“I don’t really know,” Elsie blushed. “I guess I was still turned on from…” She leaned in so close she had practically prostrated herself across the lunch table and whispered, “when you ate my pussy yesterday.”
Brie grimaced. She barely recalled her actions when she was in her cum-dumb, super-orgasmic haze. Elsie’s mention of her eating Oliver’s cum out of her vagina did bring a glimmer of a memory back, though.
Elsie sat back. “And, well, you know Mallory and I have been close in the past. When your mom dropped me off last night, your little incident was all my sister could talk about.”
“Oh great,” said Brie wryly. She swallowed a lump in her throat, partially because, once again, her lewd behavior was Elsie’s central conversation with her sibling, but also because she was curiously interested in the Brannigan sisters’ risqué game.
Elsie continued. “Recounting to Mallory what you had done made me very turned on all over again; and she’s so low-key horny all the time, I just knew I could convince her to have a bit of fun with some dares.” The young girl’s eyes flitted back and forth. “I mean even so, I still figured we would just end up jilling off together like we have in the past, not go as far as—”
Brie interrupted, “You’re going to talk about this here? Now?”
Elsie grinned. “C’mon, no one’s paying attention to us. Look.”
Brie glanced around the lunchroom nervously. “For the first time today,” she admitted.
“Okay, so do you want to hear about it, or is it going to, you know, set off your ‘super-power’?”
Brie searched her feelings and was surprised to discover that Elsie’s lead-up had not flipped on her super-orgasmic switch. While she couldn’t help feeling a little turned on by the prospect of listening to her friend’s Truth or Dare story, she did sense a distinct stability in her mind and body. She hesitantly began to trust that maybe her dad’s cum last night was an effective antidote, after all, just like her mom said she would be. Maybe it was safe to talk about sexy things and her nerves wouldn’t get the best of her. “So,” she probed, “what happened?”
Elsie launched into her sordid tale. “Okay, so it was pretty late and we were up in our beds, supposed to be going to sleep. We had all the lights turned off, but we keep flashlights on our bed stands in case we need to get up for a potty break in the middle of the night. Anyway, we started playing the game and I went first. Mal picked truth, of course, so I asked her if she had ever had sex.
“She giggled, ‘no,’ and that was that.
“Next, I picked truth, even though I was so horny, I really wanted to pick dare. But I wanted to follow her lead. So, she asked me if I had ever had sex.
“I told her I had and she flipped out!” Elsie laughed. “She flicked on her flashlight and pointed it right at my face and she started asking me a million questions about it, like she was an old-timey detective. Questions like when, and who with, and how many times, but I just rolled my eyes and informed her that she could only ask one truth per round.”
“She’s probably jealous,” Brie chuckled. “Her baby sister isn’t a virgin, but she still is.” Brie recalled that Elsie had mentioned that she had not been a virgin during their encounter with the two brothers the day before and the thought re-emerged about who else it was that Elsie had screwed.
“Oh, she’s definitely jealous,” sneered Elsie. “She’s been wanting a boyfriend for a long time, but she’s too ugly.” Elsie laughed aloud but then her expression suddenly softened with empathy. “Sorry, I know you’re still a virgin, too. But—”
“No I’m not,” Brie blurted out, then instantly regretted it.
Elsie’s mouth gaped. “You’re not— since when?”
Brie blushed. “Nevermind. I was just kidding.”
Elsie’s eyes bored into Brie, “No, that wasn’t a joke. You’re a bad liar. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Brie snapped back coolly.
“What? You fuckin’ watched me,” Elsie snorted.
“No I didn’t,” Brie hissed, then whispered, “Oliver wasn’t your first. You told him you weren’t a virgin.”
Now it was Elsie’s turn to blush. She didn’t dare tell Brie that it was her father who was her first. “That— that was just a joke.”
“Now who’s lying?” Brie leered. “You made such a big deal about how ‘virginity is just a social construct’.”