It was a Friday afternoon in his senior American history class that a devious plan entered Alex’s mind. He had been drifting off from the class discussion, doodling some shapes in his notebook when the class hottie Nicole squeaked at something the teacher Mr. Brown said about government and big business collusion, ‘Regulatory Capture’, that skeezy process of regulators and government overseers rotating from positions with one to the other and back again.
“I just can’t believe our government and leaders would do something like that,” she said, shaking her head. The volume of her wavy auburn hair swaying back and forth and radiating a vanilla sort of scent even to Alex’s seat a couple rows away. He supposed that sitting right next to her or behind, that smell would be intoxicating–especially if her shapely body was in view, too.
Alex was hardly the only one in his high school who swelled at Nikki’s stunning bod and striking green eyes. When she sashayed down the hall, just about every straight guy’s eyes followed her, following the sway of her hips and the bounce of her chest and rear end. On those exceptionally nice Fridays when she wore her cheerleader uniform, every dude prayed for a stiff breeze to lift that skirt for a peak at her bloomers stretched tightly, cupping each taut cheek. The sway under her sweater hypnotized Alex and his friends when Nikki would prance her tall form in front of the auditorium for pep rallies, and the usual joke was that she brought lots of pep to their student bodies. Har har.
If Alex was honest, he found her so incredibly physically attractive, but her mind…? Well, he found her dullness a little aggravating and her naivete a tad eye-roll worthy. He didn’t rank himself among the too-cool emo and goth kids who scoffed at any sort of idealism, but Alex knew his Machiavelli–at least as far as hearing the sort of history found in a school textbook. He may have found the vanilla scent of Nikki’s conditioner enticing, but her innocence first made him roll his eyes. Then, he started to think something a little wicked. Maybe that naivete and innocence was something that could be used?
They had gone to kindergarten together, and Nikki had been in Alex’s friend group through elementary school and into middle school before they drifted apart a little bit. One thing, Alex reflected glumly, was that Nikki just kept getting taller (wasn’t she, like, 6 feet?!) while Alex never seemed to hit a growth spurt. At 5′ 6″, he was always crimping his neck to talk to his friends–and to Nikki if she ever bothered to talk to him. There was no shortage to the jokes and teases about his height, but his mother told him that his father was shorter than her when they met in high school and then he had had a growth spurt later on. His father confirmed that anecdote and casually blamed his Japanese genetics for the late height gains. All of that didn’t help Alex much now; when was his own spurt going to come?
He may not have had height, but he had some wit. It always seemed like he could crack a joke to make some people laugh in class or at the parties he was invited to. He swam on the school team, which gave him some coveted abs and decent muscle tone, so at least he had those things going for him. Casual soccer helped him make friends and keep conditioned.
As he formulated his plan, Alex caught sight of his best friend Stanny across the classroom. Stanny made a goofy face out of sight of Mr. Brown, and Alex bit back a bark of laughter. Stanny had height alongside some great looks, but for whatever reason, Stanny seemed more timid to Alex, never the first one to speak up or to be bold enough to ask a woman to dance or to go out. Alex envied Stanny his height and broad shoulders. Soccer was the sport that helped Stanny sculpt his form and give him a bubble butt Alex knew that the girls at school gossiped about. Nikki always seemed to take the time to still talk to Stanny in the halls and before lectures began. Go figure.
That night as they sat in Stanny’s basement playing some rounds of an online first person shooter, Alex laid out his plan.
“Did you see Nikki’s sweater today?” Alex asked Stanny. Stanny laughed his goofy laugh and shook his head.
“Yeah, but did you see the jeans she had on today?” Alex definitely had noticed that apple-shaped heavenly sight.
“David said he saw her bra during the bio lab.”
“He did not.”
“He did! Black and lace! You know what that means?”
“He’s lying.”
“Black underwear means she wants sex,” Alex said, pushing forward. Stanny puffed his cheeks as he juked his character left and right to avoid a sniper spamming shots at him, desperate for a kill.
“Your mom wears black underwear,” he teased. Alex frowned. Did his mom? How would Stanny know?
“Your mom doesn’t even wear underwear.” Just then, the mentioned mother of Stanny called down the stairs.
“What do you boys want on your pizza?” Stanny and Alex exchanged looks.
“Pepperoni and banana peppers,” they called up in harmony.
“Well, if she is wearing black underwear today,” Stanny supposed, “that means Brad is going to be one happy camper.” Brad was the stereotypical lacrosse player. A hair shorter than Stanny but with a strong jaw and strong ego, supplied by the ripped muscle tone he had sculpted from living in the school gym the past four years and playing club lacrosse in addition to the school team. Supposedly that snooty university in Baltimore was recruiting him. “You know they haven’t done anything more than making out, right?” Alex was suspicious.
“I doubt that. No way Brad would be cool with that. They have been dating, what, since last May? She definitely has blown him. Brad has sucked on those tits.” Stanny shook his head.
“Dude, she told me. She wouldn’t lie to me.” Alex laughed.
“Yeah, she’s too stupid to lie.” Stanny punched Alex in the arm.
“Dude. Not cool. She’s your friend, too.” Alex jabbed back at Stanny’s bicep, which seemed to just thud from the punch.
“When was the last time she talked to me other than asking for a piece of paper?” Stanny shook his head. “So,” Alex continued, “remember how the three of us would have sleepovers? Nikki would play Metal Gear Solid with us in the woods and out by the old warehouses?” Stanny nodded and sighed.
“Yeah, those were the days. Where does the time go? Ha, I sound like an old grandpa.”
“So,” Alex pushed forward, “I was thinking we could have a sleepover again. She’s still super chummy with you. Obviously. And your parents are away next weekend.” Out of the side of Alex’s eye-line, he saw Stanny’s blue eyes widen.
“I’m watching my little brother, bruh. And a sleepover?? We’re all 18. You can’t have sleepovers as an adult.” Alex clicked his tongue.
“Ok, first off, Hank can stay over with my brother. Or I can bring Bill over to keep Hank company. Either way, your brother ain’t nothing to worry about for a Friday night. One night. Second, what do you mean adults can’t have sleepovers? We sleep over at each other’s houses each weekend. I’m going to stay over here tonight?” Stanny nodded. He always did that when Alex had a point. And Alex always had good points. “And Stanny, my boy, we’d have Nikki here with us, no chaperons, ready for some Truth or Dare. Or maybe Twister. Or, hell, just plain old wrestling. Can you imagine her with us two strapping young guys just here? It’s late enough in the season it might even get a little cold out in the sunroom. Maybe she has to snuggle up with us?” Stanny frowned.
“Something tells me you have been thinking about this, Alex…” The match had ended with their game, so Alex set down his controller.
“Right, so you said that her and Brad haven’t done anything. But, girls get just as horny as guys, so she must have some sort of outlet. I bet if we all get a little sweaty and she feels comfortable with us, she might just sorta, you know, do stuff with us.”
“I don’t know…”
“My brother Bill is friends with her little brother. I’ll bribe him to pester her all week, never give her more than a few minutes alone. No flicking the proverbial bean. If that is her only sexual outlet, she will be super horny by Friday.”
“I don’t know…”
“Look, at the very least, we’ll get to see her in her pajamas. I bet she wears little booty shorts and a croptop. And no bra. Imagine those sweater puppies being free to swing. I bet her nipples will get hard if the sunroom is cold that night. Think about that.” Alex could tell he was wearing Stanny down. “Picture that ass. Right here in your house. We didn’t know what we had right in front of us when we were little kids. Young and stupid. But this is a golden opportunity, bro. You have to ask on Monday, though. Hell, even Sunday if you see her. We have to make sure we make plans with her before stupid Brad sets something up.” One last little point to persuade him, Alex thought. “And you can tell David he is full of shit when we see what color her underwear is. Who’s to say she doesn’t even lose her bra while she is here?” Alex suspected having one over on David would be the icing on the cake since Stanny found David annoying.
“Ok, I’ll ask. But if she says ‘no’, I hope you aren’t going to hound me on this.” Alex shrugged.
“How often are your parents gone for the weekend?”
And so, on Sunday afternoon when Stanny saw Nikki at the school track, he chatted her up about how they used to play in the woods all Friday afternoon after school and then stay up late for pizza and movies during a slumber party. The two of them shared fun old memories with that sort of play at nostalgia that felt a little forced at that ripe old age of 18. When Stanny judged she was receptive, he suggested they have another slumber party–and, by God, she agreed! Stanny was ecstatic when he messaged Alex that it was good to go. And that was when he had his brother drag Nikki’s younger brother by for a little bribery. Alex’s and Nikki’s younger brothers were each young enough not to immediately suspect underhanded purposes behind Alex bribing him to pester his sister all through the week in subtle and incessant ways, never letting her have more than a minute or two alone. To those young boys, it just seemed like a prank, admittedly a lame one.
Alex hadn’t told Stanny the more devious parts of his plan. For one, Alex was going to do his best to make sure they had a chance to ogle Nikki in her skivvies. Further, Alex was planning on some sort of frequent physical contact give him the chance to ‘accidentally’ hit her erogenous zones with a clever little gadget of his: a potent vibrator that would slip conveniently onto the band of his wristwatch. The last part of the puzzle was an oriental tea that his older brother in college swore made people horny. It was all Alex could do not to touch himself and rub one out when he thought about what was awaiting on Friday. It seemed to take forever for Friday to arrive, and Nikki even took the time to have some pleasant conversation with him before history class on Thursday, talking about the latest superhero movie she had seen. Alex had worked hard to keep his eyes (mostly) on her face and not lingering on her perky chest and tiny waist. A frequent image in his spank bank had been wrapping his hands tightly around that waist or digging his fingers into her hips.
Friday’s day of classes ended, and Alex and Stanny whooped in Stanny’s junky Honda on the bouncing drive to Stanny’s house. Bill and Hank were strategically at Nikki’s house helping her little brother dissuade her from having any alone time. The two best friends flopped into Stanny’s house, tossing their bags onto the living room floor and throwing themselves onto the couches.
“Ok, so pizza for dinner,” Alex announced, “tea and smores, maybe popcorn for a snack. Do we need to get more firewood for the stove in the sunroom?”
“I think Nikki still likes banana peppers and pepperoni,” Stanny speculated. Alex tutted.
“Firewood, Staniel. Do we need more?” Stanny sat up and arched his eyebrow.
“I thought you wanted it to be cold out there so Nikki would want to snuggle up? You really think you can sneak your snake between her legs?” He laughed.
“Yeah, cool enough that she will want us hot bods to warm up against, but it can’t be ice cold out there. Otherwise, she will probably sneak back into the house. And our brothers will be in the way. Plus, the popcorn is best when we pop it out on the stove. You know that.” Stanny nodded slowly.
“Good plan, good plan. Curry for the popcorn?”
“You bet.” Alex sat up and looked around a bit. “Anything else we ought to do? Probably set up the sunroom. Strategically place the Twister box out there. Maybe the Truth or Dare dice?” Stanny stood up and stretched.
“Yeah, for sure. Probably wouldn’t hurt to grab a couple more logs from the garage, too. You fix up the couches and cushions out in the sunroom while I grab the logs. I think Nikki was saying she would be over with the boys about…5ish?”
Before they knew it, 5 o’clock was rolling by, and they heard a car crawling up the gravel driveway. The two guys had been killing some time after their preparations with another round of the shooter. They sauntered into the kitchen putting on an air of casual indifference while they heard car doors open and slam. First, the gang of younger guys came rushing in, Stanny and Alex’s younger brothers plus Nikki’s bringing up the rear. They all threw their duffle bags into the living room. Nikki’s brother Chuck, funny enough, came to the same height as Alex, but whereas Alex was a very loud and ‘present’ personality, Chuck was demure. And rail thin. Alex thought he ran track. “Could I have a glass of water,” he quietly asked Alex. Being so often over at Stanny’s house, Alex knew where the cups were kept and how to operate the finicky lever on the fridge dispenser. Chuck gulped the water and thanked Alex with what Alex read as a fairly intense stare. He still needed to give him the video game he had promised as the bribe for the week’s guardianship of Nikki’s libido. Maybe that was the reason for the stare?
And then she came in. Alex had to fight back a whistle, knowing that his goal was to play this all off as cool and casual. Nikki was going for something of a retro vibe with today’s outfit: a knee-length skirt with a cardigan. If you had just said that to someone not in the know, that wouldn’t mean much, but when that outfit was on a woman like Nikki, it meant bloodflow inducing mental imagery. Alex let his eyes coast–but definitely not linger–on her legs and those beautiful pillows nestled under the fuzzy cardigan. The faintly blue button down shirt she wore underneath made Alex hear ripped off buttons hit the tile floor in his mind. Even though he had a decent plan for later tonight to see Nikki in her unmentionables, it was still a salacious question of just how he might arrange a strong gust of air to lift that skirt…
Stanny’s voice broke Alex out of his reverie: “How were the boys? How was Hank? He is supposed to be on his best behavior while I watch him.” Nikki laughed that cute laugh of hers.
“Oh he was great. All three were. They wouldn’t leave me alone!” Alex smirked. “Hank’s very respectful, and he and Bill both really bring Chuck out of his shell. He’s so shy! Kinda like you when you were younger, Stanny.” She tossed some of that voluminous hair over her shoulder. Was that vanilla Alex smelled faintly? Or just his mind filling the air?
“So the boys will get the living room,” Alex said, “and we get the sunroom. The stars look great from there.”
“And we can make popcorn on the woodstove,” Stanny chimed in.
“S’mores?” Nikki asked, leaning forward, hopeful.
“Sh’yeah. Can’t have an old time sleepover without s’mores like we used to do. Stanny boy here even got peanut butter cups to use like you used to do. You know, instead of chocolate.” Nikki clapped her hands and hopped. Stanny and Alex’s eyes both watched the mounds beneath her cardigan bob with the hop.
“I can’t believe you guys remembered! That is so sweet. It has been so long. I can’t believe we stopped doing this. I guess middle school just makes everything so awkward.”
The two groups ate their pizza, did their dishes, and went off to their spots. While cleaning up after eating, Alex whispered to Stanny to keep everyone in the kitchen–Nikki, especially. Alex needed a moment alone to implement part of his wicked plan.
He went into the living room where all the bags were and crept over to Nikki’s. Gently and carefully, like a game of Operation, he set aside different items from within to find her pajamas to strategically ‘lose’ them for her. They were just under her small make-up bag and toothbrush. As he pulled the flannel pajama pants and shirt out, he thought he saw some black lace peaking out from a change of clothes. Was David right? He would find out tonight, but he didn’t have time at the moment for a panty raid. Alex went over to his bag to find it unzipped and the clothes inside re-arranged. Had his little brother needed something? Oh well. He slid Nikki’s Pjs into his bag and zipped it back up. Later on, he asked his brother Bill about what he needed from his bag, and Bill said that Chuck had actually been looking in there for something. Alex sighed and shrugged. Probably the game he was owed. What a little (tall) bugger Chuck was being about this.
Stanny, Alex, and Nikki made their sleeping areas up and cozied around the wood stove. They made their s’mores and ate leftover pizza and joked and told stories and gossiped. Alex found he was having fun. He actually felt some re-connection to his old friend Nikki, and the three of them were getting along without a hitch just like they used to way back in the day. He even forgot about the pending devious eveningwear situation until Stanny yawned and stretched and said with a wink to Alex that he was going to change into his sleep clothes. Alex hurriedly agreed, and the two of them went down into the basement for a moment to change while Nikki used the nearby powder room.
Alex usually wore an old set of his father’s or his mother’s scrubs as sleepwear: they had been washed with blistering hot water and bleach so many times that they were super soft and thin, perfect for summer if a little chilly in the winter. Stanny usually slept in a t-shirt and his underwear, and Alex was a little curious as to just what Stanny would choose if he was going to be sharing a room with Nikki. At the very least, a boner would be tough to hide in his skivvies. Sure enough, Stanny stripped down to his trunk briefs that molded around his famed booty, but he did seem to be opting for a gigantic baggy shirt that strategically hung down over his crotch. Alex knew that the sort of trunks Stanny normally wore wouldn’t hid much, so he decided the giant shirt had to be a particular decision.
They went back upstairs and stopped by the powder room next to the doorway to the sunroom. Nikki must have heard their voices, because she peaked her head out of the door and looked around before whispering to the guys, “uhhhh, I can’t find my pajamas. I know I packed them. They are cute and warm and have flowers on them. I hope they didn’t fall out of my bag somewhere.” Alex almost felt bad. He would definitely have to make sure Nikki got them back.
“Dang,” Alex said, “well, you can’t sleep in clothes…”
“That wouldn’t be comfortable,” Stanny said in a serious tone.
“But we won’t tell anyone that you had to sleep in your underwear,” Alex said working hard to keep a poker face and not grinning like a bandit. Nikki nodded, serious.
“Oh, that would be embarrassing. Everyone makes fun of me for being dumb, but I know I pulled them out of my dresser this morning. Ok, as long as no one will know. Heck, that’s how we all slept back then, too!” Alex couldn’t believe this was working. He expected more resistance. Stanny stalked down the hallway towards where the younger guys were.
“All clear,” he announced. He and Alex both had their eyes primed for the reveal. Even in the dim lighting of the hall and sunroom, they were ready for the image to be burned into their minds. They were not disappointed. When Nikki stepped out from the bathroom, her bag on her shoulder, she was just wearing some fluffy bunny slippers on her feet. All of her clothes she had shucked off, just retaining her bra and panties. Alex sucked in a breath as he drank it in: her skin was a healthy tan (no lines that Alex could see…did she suntan nude?), there was a softness to her curves that swelled just a bit from the tight muscles he could see in her thighs and abs, and she wore a matching set of underwear befitting the hottest cheerleader at school–neon blue with a striped elastic band for both the tiny bikini panties and triangular sports bra. As she sort of skipped and hopped past the guys into the sunroom, those mounds of joy on her chest wobbled and bounced, and the glorious tight glutes shook.
Alex and Stanny exchanged a look. ‘Whoa,’ Stanny mouthed to Alex.
‘I know,’ Alex mouthed dramatically back to him. They trailed just behind Nikki, eyes glued to the sway of her hips and bouncing cheeks.
“Hey!” Nikki said, “Now wait a minute!” The guys froze, and Nikki reached out and yanked on Stanny’s shirt. “If I have to be in my undies, why do you two get to be in your jammies?” She was lifting the giant shirt up off of Stanny’s torso, and he was making weak efforts to resist. Alex could see the swell of Stanny’s dick half-pumped from the bra-and-panty show they had just ogled. Would Nikki notice Stanny’s condition? Alex didn’t intervene. “Don’t you agree, Alex?” Nikki had Stanny’s shirt up over his arms now, tangled around his head and neck. Nikki’s tits bounced back and forth, blue globes that just dared to be grabbed and played with. At the same time, there was a bulge bouncing around in Stanny’s striped trunks. Nikki’s thighs came perilously close to colliding with it, even occasionally brushing against it, Alex saw. Did Stanny know just how noticeable his arousal was? “Success!” Nikki shouted and stripped Stanny’s shirt off for her to hold aloft. Stanny’s hands went to his crotch.
Nikki started putting on Stanny’s shirt. ‘Now what?’ Stanny mouthed to Alex. He dramatically flicked his eyes down to his distended groin. Alex gave a quick shrug and tried to say ‘deal with it’ with his eyes to his friend. While they had had their exchange, Nikki had made herself more comfortable. “Ah, that is better,” she declared and flung her bra by its elastic over to the couches. She was wearing Stanny’s giant shirt now, the collar of which slipped over one shoulder. Alex tried not to fixate on her nipples pushing against the thin white cotton, her pink aereolas visibly swaying underneath. Nikki gave a little twirl, and the shirt billowed up to give a tantalizing view of the neon blue cloth below. “Now these are a good set of pjs,” she declared with a laugh.
“Oh yeah,” Stanny coughed. Alex numbly nodded, noting where the bra dangled on the edge of the couch. Sometime in the night, he was going to snag that piece. The boys walked the rest of the way into the sunroom into the little spot they had all been sitting at before changing. Alex rummaged for the bag of loose popcorn kernels.
“Hey Staniel,” he asked, “where is the pot for these? Did we grab some butter or oil already?” Before Stanny could answer, sitting with a pillow in his lap, Nikki interrupted.
“Hey now. It’s not fair that Stanny is down to his undies like me but you are still in your whole pjs.”
“Uh…” Alex gawped.
“You thinking what I am thinking, Stanny?” Nikki reached over and pushed Stanny’s shoulder. Stanny’s eyes slowly slid over to Alex, conspiratorial.
“You know what? I am…” And the two of them leapt at Alex!
While his lizard brain widened his eyes in a panic, Alex’s lustful faculties rejoiced at the pending collision with Nikki’s luscious body and to her his eyes stuck. Stanny hit him first and pulled him back onto the large cushioned ottoman. Nikki fell onto Alex, and his breath left him in a sigh muffled by her tits smashing into his face. Heavenly! He could swear he could feel a nipple brush across his lips, and he tried to nibble it, missing just by a hair. Nikki emitted a squealing laugh, and Stanny’s goofy guffaw supplied the bass. They were all three tangled together, and Alex was helpless to their combined strength.
Stanny and Nikki hopped and shifted, and Alex found himself looking up at his friend’s face. Stanny paid him back a ‘Deal with it’ sort of shrug while yanking Alex’s scrub shirt up his torso and over his head, trapping his arms up around Stanny’s lap and obscuring Alex’s vision. He knew that Nikki was at his legs, her delicious buns perched on his knees. He would have preferred that to happen under different circumstances, but before he could thoroughly curse the two of them out, he felt Nikki’s gentle hands sweep up his thighs to his hips. Oh god, her fingers were working the knot in the drawstring of his scrub pants!
Alex thrashed his head back and forth and tried to buck Nikki off his legs. His back arched and his face was thrust into Stanny’s lap. Suddenly, Alex realized the hot rod pressing against his cheeks and lips was his friend’s erection. The scrub shirt slipped off his face while his jaw and mouth was opening to tell Stanny to back off, and there it was: Stanny’s boner behind the soft fabric of his trunks was right there at his mouth and tongue. Alex’s teeth skirted Stanny’s member, and he felt his friend jerk his hips back from under him.
Meanwhile, at his legs, Nikki had untied the drawstring and started pantsing him. “Ohhh, Alex,” Nikki teased, “look, we match!” Alex and Stanny’s heads both jerked towards her.
“Whoa,” Stanny said quietly. Nikki was straddling Alex’s bare thighs, and she had the big cotton shirt pinned under her chin. Alex and Stanny both caught the swell of the bottom of her breasts just barely exposed, but what had elicited Stanny’s ‘whoa’ had been the sight below: Nikki had sat her prized pussy right at Alex’s exposed crotch. And true enough, Alex, too, was wearing bright blue underwear–a pair of Calvin Kleins, scandalously skimpy. Alex blushed bright red, realizing that his penis was right there where he had fantasized having it all these years of high school. It had already started swelling, pushing out the fabric pouch of his briefs, and now–try as he much as he did not to–his cock twitched, tapping right at Nikki’s cleft.
“Oh!” she exclaimed and jolted. Did he really just hit her clit? Alex’s head swam with the thought of making that sort of sound come from Nikki’s precious mouth. Alex couldn’t help but clench his ass and make his member jump again at the lovely lady sat against him. “Oh my,” Nikki said, letting the baggy shirt fall back down and putting a hand to her mouth. A cute blush of innocence flushed her exposed neck and chest.
“Bro,” Alex heard Stanny say under his breath. Alex thrust his hips upward, both as a rather weak attempt to free himself and as a more likely attempt at more friction between himself and the luscious Nikki. She clucked her tongue.
“So naughty to tickle me that way, Alex,” she said. She brought her hands back to Alex’s hips and started to dance her fingertips and nails across his pelvis and along his linguinals at his waist. Alex now jerked this way and that to avoid the ticklish sensation. His bulge within the slick modal of his briefs slid back and forth against Nikki, but then Stanny, that turncoat, started twitching his fingers at Alex’s bare armpits and chest. Of course, his best friend knew where he was ticklish.
As Alex twisted back and forth, laughing, he untangled himself from his pajama scrubs, and while he was able to snake away from the ticklers, he was now quite bare. “You know who I recall being famously ticklish?” he asked, casting a side eye to Stanny, hoping his friend would realize his true allegiance. Stanny nodded, his lap tented.
“You know, Alex my man,” Stanny said with a melodramatic accent, “I think I may just remember who you mean.” Nikki’s eyes went wide and she raised her hands.
“No, no,” she pleaded, “I grew out of that, guys. I promise. No feeling in my skin at all anymore.”
“Ok,” Alex said with an affected eye roll. “Prove it!” And he lurched forward, Stanny following. In a moment, Alex was tying himself up with Nikki’s legs while Stanny went for her waist. The three of them fell into the pile of blankets and pillows, and Alex’s lusts went to his devious plans from earlier, namely the powerful miniature vibrator at his wrist. Alex remembered way long ago that each of them would try to get the others to say ‘uncle’ by grabbing around the knee. It was there he started with his tickling of Nikki, and the force with which she yanked and kicked her legs spoke to the tickles she felt. Alex looked up to see Stanny hitting those spots at her ribs that also worked some 8 years ago.
Of course, back then Nikki didn’t have those glorious tits on her chest. Stanny was underneath and to the side of Nikki, and his head was positioned right where, Alex judged, Stanny was able to see up the baggy shirt that had bunched up at her chest, right at those sought after breasts. Alex’s heart was beating rapidly as he watched his friend’s hands sweep a little further up under the shirt each cycle they swirled along Nikki’s ribs as she laughed her breath out of her chest. In a moment, Stanny’s large hands were reaching up and gliding across those perfect tits; Alex could even make out Nikki’s erect nipples and see Stanny’s fingers flick across them. Nikki was still laughing and twisting under their ministrations, but was she actually trying to get away? Alex wondered…
And of course, only some tiny part of his brain considered that question. The larger part of his mind was on his own bold explorations up Nikki’s legs. When they were young, he never tickled Nikki above the knee, but now his hands all the way up them. The twitch of her quads indicated that some potent sensation was getting to her, seemingly pleasurable. He let his one hand depart its beautiful landscape for a scant second to set the wristband vibrator quietly (but forcefully) buzzing. And then he set about delivering said wrist-born device to the area he suspected would drive Nikki wild. He danced his fingertips lightly around the legbands and waistband of Nikki’s panties, and then his perverse device connected with Nikki’s sensitive (and for the past week, abandoned) skin right at her mound. Alex heard Nikki suck in a breath hard and gasp again as he tracked his wrist with the swaying movement of her hips. He wasn’t about to let her bend away from this, not after she stripped him down.
Up above, Stanny had rearranged himself to lean up against the nearby couch while he tickled–or was it massaged? Nikki’s volume of curly hair lay tossled in his lap and up over Stanny’s bare chest. Alex could see the potent tent in Stanny’s trunks stick up through that hair and against Nikki’s face. Alex could also see that Stanny’s tickling was now focused almost entirely on Nikki’s bosom, Stanny’s hands flexing and dancing all over those pliant pillows, his thumbs sometimes taking a second or two to rotate around and over her nipples. It took his mind a second to realize it, but Alex blinked his eyes and shook his head a little to confirm that Stanny had, indeed, worked the baggy shirt up over her chest and fully exposed Nikki’s bodacious beauties. Alex was almost jealous of Stanny’s view and opportunity.
But what he was able to do to Nikki was worth it. He flexed his wrist and wiggled his forearm back and forth across the spot where Nikki’s clit hid behind its bright blue cotton veil. Alex, too, had worked himself into a better position. Now his chin rested against Nikki’s upper thigh, his face mere inches from that Promised Land of his erotic dreams. As he surveyed his work and thanked God for his luck in all of this unfolding in his favor, something happened that tickled his perverse pleasures: a spot right about where he was buzzing darkened with moisture. He was making this hottest of women wet. Soaking wet, in fact.
Dare he do it? Dare he be as bold as Stanny boy there up above? He was already planning on scoring that bra Nikki had flung away; how about the panties to match? There was no way Nikki wouldn’t realize…but Alex was intoxicated in the raw eroticism of the moment. They all three were. With his other hand, he started slipping a finger or two under the waistband and tugging down. The other hand continued its work of stimulating her pleasure button.
Fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch, Alex slowly worked to bare Nikki’s Promised Land. Finally, the panties had been tugged diagonal enough that he was making no progress one handed, and he had to take his buzzing tormentor away from Nikki’s erogenous zone. He was so close!
“No,” Nikki gasped. “No, don’t stop.” Alex looked up to see that Nikki’s eyes were closed while she arched her back and shifted her hips back and forth to hit his wicked wrist. Stanny and Alex met their eyes and nodded to each other, wolfish smiles on each of their flushed faces. Stanny continued gliding his thumb over one nipple and fingers strumming the over with the same stretched hand while he used the other to free his rock hard, throbbing member.
Alex had seen his friend naked before, even a little swollen before from running, but this was the first time he was seeing his tall friend’s long sex just about bared and entirely erect. If the gals at school knew about what he was packing with that pork sword, maybe his ass wouldn’t be what they giggled about. It thrust up through Nikki’s mane and rested against her cheek, throbbing to Stanny’s heartbeat. Her eyes were still closed, so she didn’t notice his member centimeters from her lips.
Once his work in letting little (well, not so ‘little’) Stanny out was complete, he returned his hand to the thorough tickling and massaging of Nikki’s scrumptious bosom, now plucking and gently twisting her nipples. Nikki arched her back into his wide hands.
Alex had now started holding the vibrating wrist-bound toy at the top of the cheerleader’s sensitive area, the fingers of that hand twisted into the waistband of her underwear. His other hand, he explored across the pert undersides of Nikki’s bite-worthy ass, eventually flexing his fingertips back and forth and twistingly against the dampened cotton of the neon blue panties. Nikki swayed her hips and ass around to follow Alex’s shifting fingers. Wow! She was really craving it. She was rolling for him to touch her in this perverse way.
“Oh god,” Nikki said in a husky, quiet voice as Alex started strumming his fingers back and forth across the curves of her sensitive lips while shimmying the vibrator side to side across the swell of her clit. With his free hand’s remaining fingers, he cradled her ass, and he felt her clench those delectable muscles, thrusting her groin into his devious hands. Hard breaths kept puffing out of her mouth, little ‘eeps’ with each burst of air. Alex breathed deeply and could smell the perfume of Nikki’s dampening sex: earthy and enticing, he craved it and loved it.
Alex heard Stanny shift a little, and he looked up to see him subtly thrusting his dong up and down through Nikki’s luscious locks. Stanny looked down and met Alex’s eyes, flushed. Alex gave him a little nod and mouthed ‘go for it’ to him. Stanny nodded back and took one of his breast caressing hands and gently placed it against the side of Nikki’s head, giving her a gentle push to turn her face towards his unit. Alex grinned as he watched his friend’s eyes bug out as her lips contacted his shaft. Nikki pursed her glinting lips in a pout–not one of aggravation, though–that made her lips a greater cushion for Stanny’s cock to rest upon. Stanny’s rocking hips and her own rocking head allowed Nikki to caress her lips back and forth a good four inches of his shaft.
Stanny took his hand away from her face, hovering it nearby just in case she tried to turn away from his dick. Nikki kept at it, so Stanny returned his now empty hand to her bodacious breasts, pinching and plucking the nipple before he started grasping her breasts more fully and aggressively.
Alex found his face flushing with heat and blood–and there was blood flowing somewhere else, too. His Calvin Kleins had become very restricting, but as much as he wanted to follow Stanny’s lead in letting his private self spring free, his hands were very busy coaxing an–dare he think it? dare he hope for it?–an orgasm from this frequent source of jack-off fantasies. How many times had he snuck a handful of lotion to bed to tug himself while thinking about what he saw of Nikki at the pool in a string bikini or a particularly flexible cheerleading routine or bending over to pick up a pen in the hallway? And now, here he was, his very fingers eliciting ass-clenching pleasure from her pussy just one tiny layer of bright blue cotton away. His wrist and forearm was starting to cramp from the position and repetitive motion, but he clenched his jaw and focused on the breathy whimpers he and Stanny were eliciting from Nikki.
The clenching of her glutes was happening in a rapid pattern now, and Alex responded by increasing the speed with which he strummed his fingers and pushed his wrist gadget with more force towards her clit.
And then it happened. Spectacularly. Nikki arched her back even more, and her legs spasmed while Stanny and Alex held on for dear life. Nikki squeaked and almost screamed, though muffled by the thick cock Stanny had placed at her mouth. Stanny held her by the tits and clamped his fingers onto her nipples. Alex’s vibrating wrist he held against her by gripping his hand right onto her pussy, and the other hand clenched her one shapely ass cheek, his two smaller fingers digging into her ass crack. Her panties had gotten twisted up, and he gripped her bare flesh. Alex’s face ended up almost right against her scarcely covered other ass cheek. Caught up in the moment, he gave it a playful bite.
Tremors rocked the gorgeous female form held between the two youths while they eagerly watched this most intimate moment unfold. Stanny felt her heart beating rapidly beneath his boob-grasping hands. Alex felt new wetness surge beneath his hand within her underwear.
Their afterglow snapped over when they heard laughing from within the house and rapid footsteps. The boys! They were coming to the sunroom–probably because of how Nikki practically screamed. Nikki’s eyes popped open, to Stanny’s throbbing member right in front of them, glistening with the lip gloss and saliva she had been coating it with. She reached to her breasts and brushed Stanny’s hands away from them before yanking the giant shirt back down across her chest. After yanking the shirt down, she swept her hands across her lap and batted Alex and his vibrating gadget away from her still buzzing private parts. As she came back to her senses and started processing what had just happened, her eyes landed on Alex’s own crotch: those cute bright blue briefs were distended with his arousal, and she found herself curious as to just what he was packing. Alex was getting up and standing, making that enticing package even more prominent in its blue container.
But that would have to wait. She couldn’t have her little brother see her like this, entirely thrown into the paroxysms of lust and pleasure. She could hear the boys just outside–and Stanny and Alex were just sitting there, Stanny with his dong wagging right by her face! Alex, at least, wasn’t actually naked, lewd though he looked right now, so he would have to deal with his own problem. Stanny must have still been out of it, as he wasn’t making moves to stuff that beastly member of his away. There weren’t any blankets within easy reach, and the boys were audibly just around the corner, so Nikki did the first thing that popped into her cute head: she hopped over to sit on Stanny’s lap.
“Hey!” “What are you doing?” “You’re loud!” The three boys burst into the sunroom to Stanny, Alex, and Nikki’s lame attempts to act nonchalant. The three first had their eyes drawn to Alex, standing there in his underwear, swinging his hands, lips pursed with a weak whistle slipping out. While he swung his hands, Alex’s own eyes flicked from Nikki’s flushed face to her lap perched on Stanny’s. Nikki followed Alex’s eyes to her lap, and her heart fell–Stanny’s big red penis was sticking up between her thighs!
Nikki gasped and yanked the giant shirt down towards her knees to cover that stubborn member of Stanny’s. She slowly looked up to see if any of the three boys had noticed. Alex’s and Stanny’s brothers were staring at her bosom, which was rather lewdly on display from the shirt being pulled tightly down against her. Her own younger brother was staring at Alex.
“We just finished…” Nikki started to offer an excuse.
“Telling a scary story,” Alex finished.
“Why are you guys not wearing pajamas?” Bill asked. Nikki felt his and Hank’s eyes drinking in her chest, and she flushed a little deeper. She adjusted her hips and how she had planted her butt onto Stanny. She could feel the intense heat of his rod between her thighs, and it just felt so nice to move her special place against it. She could hear Stanny grunt as his dong was moved back and forth under the shirt.
“We, uh…” Stanny started saying before clearing his throat and swallowing as Nikki slyly reached under the shirt to pull his dong downward by the angry red tip. “We wanted our sleepover to be like when we were all kids. We slept in our skivies.” Bill whispered something to Hank behind his hand and they elbowed each other.
“Yeah? Did you wear girl undies back then, Alex?” Hank chided, and all three laughed–Chuck a little less loudly while Nikki’s brother’s eyes kept going back to Alex’s prominent package.
“These are guy’s, you shit!” Alex protested. It was Nikki’s turn to swallow seeing that package wobble as he took a sudden step forward. She saw Alex and Stanny exchange a look, and then Alex snatched a blanket from the couch to (unfortunately, from Nikki’s judgment) wrap around his waist like a sarong. “Let’s see what you are wearing, eh?” Alex threatened with another dramatic step towards the younger boys. “Probably something with a superhero on it!” Alex gave a growl, and the three boys with an eruption of laughter and taunts jumped back into the hallway. Alex glanced back at Stanny and must have gotten a gesture from him behind Nikki’s position to keep chasing the boys off, as Alex ran after them.
Meanwhile, Nikki realized she had been holding Stanny’s girthy unit down between her thighs, her fingers very slowly moving back and forth across it’s silky, hot head. Brad, such a sweetheart as he was, never let Nikki touch him much. Let alone allow Nikki to have his special part radiate its glorious heat right against her mound. Brad was a great guy and really good at the grand gestures–the flower invitation to the end of year dance last year, for instance–but he came up so short in the everyday warmth and satisfying Nikki’s womanly needs.
She sighed and leaned back against Stanny’s chest, and Nikki reflected on just how much Stanny had grown up in the years that had intervened of high school. Not only was Stanny so tall, but his chest was broad and felt so strong under her. Nikki felt safe. She knew, in fact, she was safe with her good friend holding her. At present, she felt Stanny’s hands land on her. One hand returned to its previous ‘tickles’ on her bosom–why did it feel so so good for him to tickle her nipples and cup her breasts? She let his member spring back up her thighs and thwack into her mound. Nikki heard him grunt, and then his other hand started moving his piece back and forth against her, against her underwear, and the double dose of friction of his blazing bologna pony tugging the cotton of her panties was making her head swim.
“Hey!” “Spiderman!” She could hear being shouted out in the living room of the main house. “Grab the blanket!” “Don’t flick that! It’s sensitive, you dweeb!” Alex seemed like he was losing the upper hand in his three-on-one. “Chuck, smack it! Look at it bounce!” “Bill, stop it!” “Bill, pants him! Chuck can wear those!” Good glory, what were those guys up to in the living room? Before Nikki could piece together whether or not Alex was actually being pantsed out there, Stanny flicked a nipple while the other hand hefted her buttocks up off of his lap.
“Huh?” Nikki breathed, and she received the answer when Stanny tugged her panties down a bit and slid his cock into the newly accessible area. His other hand continued to tug and to massage her breast. Brad barely would touch them, and here Nikki was receiving all of this attention by her good friend in the place they used to spend so much time having fun. The baggy shirt had ridden up to her hips. As Stanny let Nikki’s buttocks settle back onto this lap, that precious prick of his pushed up past her tingling lower lips to Nikki’s delight. She watched the blue cotton of her panties tent up with the potent tip of Stanny’s dick bumping past her clit. The gentle but forceful touches of her old friend made her heart flutter. The force with which that delicious member was held against her and her sensitive spot made her twitch in pleasure. The firm hold Stanny had against her pelvis took her breath. She reached back and curled a hand around Stanny’s neck while rocking her hips within what range Stanny’s hold let her move.
Up and down, back and forth, she watched that thick bump tent out and withdraw within her briefs while she felt the fiery heat of his rod right against her, made slick by her wetness, those gliding motions each taking her mind further into dreamland. She sighed in contentment at the cozy warmth of it all and the pleasures she was feeling and looked up to see Alex walking towards them from the hall. His blanket sarong was gone, and his own underwear sat low and askew across his hips. His wrestling with the brothers hadn’t ended up in total embarrassment, then, Nikki vaguely thought. With each step, that package of his seemed to inflate more, and each step brought it wobbling closer and closer to Nikki’s reach. Just as she was enjoying Stanny’s attentions and member working her into a sexual frenzy, she hungered to bring Alex, that sarcastic, funny old friend of hers, into the same cozy dream.
Finally, he was there, in reach. Nikki looked up to Alex’s cute face and smiled, her eyes crossing a bit as Stanny directed his dong to slide along a new angle. Nikki saw a flush of red radiate out from Alex’s chest up his neck to his face. Alex’s cock, while not as outsized as Stanny’s prodigious meat, was above proportion for his lithe frame. The size of Alex’s frame, actually, made that cock of his look a little outrageous on his body. Just how much did he bounce around when playing soccer or running track? Nikki decided she would need to find some time to watch her two old friends exercise their tempting bodies after school.
Nikki’s eyes widened as Alex’s member twitched in the tiny pair of underwear that had inadvertently matched her own choice for the day. He had hooked a thumb into the waistband and tugged it down a bit, exposing his trimmed pubic hair. Nikki reached out and traced her nails in little circles in the soft hair, then reached her fingers into the waistband to tug it down and down. First the base of his cock met her eyes, and then with a hungry yank downward, Alex’s entire dick bounced into view. Nikki licked and parted her lips with a dazed look back up at Alex.
He stepped a little closer and held his dick out to touch the tip of his penis against Nikki’s glistening lips. He swept it back and forth across her lips, and she flicked her tongue out to greet it. Her hand went up to cup his balls and scratch her nails across his sack. Brad never let her spend so much time with his equipment. He always flinched if she tried to handle his balls. Brad may be the handsomest guy at school, but he wasn’t as fun as her friends Alex and Stanny–regardless of where this tickle fight had gone. Even if they had all three just had s’mores and tea and popcorn and watched a movie or three, this night would have been more fun for her than almost all of the dates she and Brad had been on.
Alex’s hips flinched and twitched with each touch of her tongue across the tip of his penis. Nikki delighted with it, and a quiet giggle chimed in her throat to see him react like that. She enjoyed him, and he and his oddly vibrating wrist had taken her to a crazy climax earlier. She wanted to pay him back.
On one of Alex’s shiftings of his cock, he stumbled forward a step, and his dick slid up Nikki’s cheek, into her hair. As he pulled back, his one hand grasped around the base of his cock, and Nikki looked it over. The top third of Alex’s penis was a pretty pink, almost a shade that Nikki would wear. And then something very cute and intriguing happened as her hair slid off his pretty penis: a large droplet of fluid trickled up out of the tip of his cock. “Oh,” Nikki said. Alex was leaning forward again, his cock held out toward her, and Nikki decided to surprise her friend. Instead of a flick of her tongue, she leaned forward a bit, too, and engulfed his cock with her mouth, her tongue now swirling around the tip. The glistening drop tasted almost sweet to her, and she hoped if she tickled his penis with her tongue Alex would reward her with more of that delicious seminal fluid.
Meanwhile, she reached up and did what the boys had started but been unable to complete: she stripped that last piece of clothing off of Alex and flung it out past the wood stove. Alex’s hands were in her hair, the one twisting a handful of strands into his grasp. It felt good. She swallowed the drops of tasty fluid Alex was giving her, and Nikki tried some different swipes and twists of her tongue. Stanny continued to rock his giant unit against her sex, her clit buzzing from the intimate contact. She was feeling that building sensation surging within her, within the core of her body as her heart raced. Just like the rapid and forceful coaxing of a climax that Alex’s vibrating wrist had elicited with the help of Stanny’s attention to her breasts.
Now, Nikki was rapidly approaching a second orgasm after over a week of having none. And with the sort of deep flush she saw on Alex’s chest and neck and the almost frantic thrusts Stanny was performing beneath her, it would seem as if her two pals were about to climax, too.
She wanted it; she was hungry–no, craving–it. All of the brushing off from Brad, the week of not having alone time with her vibrator in her underwear and Brad’s sweater around her face, the earlier tangle of their bodies…each ingredient was mixing together to make her heart and her hunger need this sort of erotic release. She needed to coax her friends to orgasm. She had heard her friends talk about cum and swallowing, and in this lustful tableau, she wanted to taste their cum, to be painted with it. She knew she could make it happen–and she was right.
Nikki ground her hips back against Stanny and his beastly cock, favoring the angle that drew a growl in his throat. She could feel his nipples tracing her back even as he violently assailed her own breasts, her chest buzzing with pleasure from his plucking tugs and twists. Each cooperative thrust of his dick flicked her so sensitive clit, and Nikki was careful to avoid her teeth colliding with Alex’s silky, pretty cock in her mouth. It was a perfect fit for her lips and tongue, occasionally diving back against her throat. Nikki had the brief thought that she needed to work on her gag reflex, and she smiled at the wicked fantasy that Alex could help her practice. She cradled his nuts and gently, gently pulled on them as they attempted to retreat up into Alex. (Her rather slutty friend Alyssa had recommended doing that to make the most cum spurt out.) Nikki sucked and sucked, applying as much suction as she could muster, the sweet precum from Alex’s cock erupting so frequently now. With her other hand, Nikki had grabbed Alex’s tight little ass cheek. She swiped her tongue back and forth across the tip of his cock.
First, Alex came: she felt and saw Alex stand on his tiptoes, and the strong muscles of his thighs and abs clenched. Furious forceful fountains of his semen flooded Nikki’s eager mouth, and she gladly swallowed it as much as she could. His eyes had crossed and rolled upward, and while his hands were in her hair, he was attempting to back his hips away–the sensations of his hyper sensitive cock no doubt overwhelming him. Nikki didn’t allow his retreat. She clenched her grasp on his ass, her fore and middle fingers sneaking into his crack the same way he had previously grasped her. Not only did she keep him from retreating, she pulled him stumblingly forward.
Meanwhile, under her, Nikki felt Stanny’s broad chest swell with a held breath, his big hands clenching her breasts almost painfully as his thrusts became short, shallow, and rapid. The prodigious peak of his penis pummeled her clit in rapid hits, and then the fiery hot gush of his cum hit her clit and soaked her. That hot, hot painting of her special button was what pushed Nikki over the edge, and for the second time that night, her own muscles twitched and clenched and spasmed as she was racked with an incredible climax. She actually lost her vision for a moment as she gasped around Alex’s dong. He used that moment of her vulnerable weakness to withdraw his so sensitive member from her violent tongue. He sat, almost fell, to the ottoman beside them, all three panting, sweating, and dazed.
They all three laid about, catching their breath. Finally, Nikki rolled off Stanny with a pat on his chest and a gentle jostling of his still slightly swollen member. Nikki giggled when Stanny’s eyes bugged out as her hand connected. As Nikki flopped down on the floor against the ottoman and pulled the oversized shirt down over her breasts, brushing her sensitive buzzing nipples, she plucked Alex’s unit that lay against his hip, dribbling some of his semen into the trough of his lower abdominal muscles. A greater glob of the manly stuff spurted out as Nikki’s fingers milked his own buzzing flesh.
Alex weakly raised a hand and reached to stop or try to stop Nikki’s molestation of his post-orgasmically painfully sensitive cock. Nikki swished his penis back and forth a little with her forefinger and then gave his balls a tap before relenting. She was feeling so protected with her guy pals, and she had just had a very thrilling hour. Brad never made her feel that way.
As they came to their senses, Nikki tossed her panties over by her bra and asked Stanny to wash them and give them back to her next week. And then she boldly, playfully, stripped off Alex’s tiny hip briefs and Stanny’s stretchy, thin trunk and tossed them both by their elastic over to join her intimates. She told them it was only fair since she was planning on sleeping naked, and her cowed friends stood with their hands around their junk–even though just moments before Nikki had had some very intimate knowledge of those landscapes. Their sudden shyness brought another laugh from Nikki, and she pulled them down into the nest of blankets and pillows they had made before the carnal play time. And that is how they slept the night, Nikki between the two guys, her hands resting around Stanny’s chest and hips, one of her hands slyly placed just so that it flung down onto his sizeable sausage. Alex, she pulled in tight to her back and made sure to wiggle her ass so that his cock nestled into her cheeks. She grabbed his hands and nested her breasts into his waiting hands.
Little did she know, but Alex and Stanny found only a little rest in those positions. Having full access to the woman of their dreams proved to be quite stimulating to their virile sex drives. For Alex, having those bodacious beauties of Nikki’s breasts cupped in his hands was just about everything he dreamed of. The fact that his cock was held between her ass cheeks put him over the top, and while Nikki started to snore, his refractory period was over. He swelled next to her.
For Stanny, feeling those nipples softly, slowly trace circles against his back from Alex’s manipulations started his own re-ignition. The soft, unconscious touches of Nikki’s hand at his chest and across his nipples contributed, too, but the hand at his cock with its fingers curled around his girth certainly did a lot.
The two guys groggy the next morning, Nikki glowing and chirpy, they all three–and the younger brothers–sat around the table for breakfast. Stanny and Alex’s eyes popped with Nikki’s mild pronouncements between bites of bacon and eggs: “We should do this as much as we can before we go off to college.”