It should be noted that this is a work of fiction and a product of my imagination. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
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Challenge #6 – Cecily
Cecily headed for home along with the others, a smile on her face. If the challenge snuggled in the pocket of her very short shorts was anything like the first, she could expect some changes in her life. The short shorts themselves were a result of that first challenge. Without amateur night at the Daughters of Jezebel Strip Club, she’d be dressed in a plain-colored mid-calf length house dress instead of the shorts and the snug orange tank top that exposed a bit of cleavage.
But that was then, and this was now. Mitch would be anxious to hear what was on the card, and she hoped he could be a part of it again. Part of it in that he’d videoed her striptease. When she was ready to leave for the meeting, she’d received a text telling her to draw one where he could get naked too. It had made her chuckle, and she wondered what kind of a challenge would have them both stripping. Naked together, she thought things could get interesting.
She came to her street, slowed drastically, and turned. She was going to recommend that their next meeting include a sleepover. Poppy’s wine was too good to miss, but it did have its effects. The buzz was definitely there.
Once inside, she decided to get herself in the mood by watching the video from the strip club. She was able to send it to the flat screen — and there was a purpose for that. Mitch had asked her if any of the men had touched her as they’d stuffed the money here and there. She had been so wound up with endorphins and hormones racing around from head to toe that she had no idea if any or all of them had touched her. Maybe after watching today, she’d know the answer.
She got the video started, finally getting to the section where she had only the tiny thong to cover the last two percent of her that wasn’t bare. Watching carefully as they put the money under the tiny waistband, she realized all but one or two had touched her, a couple more purposeful than the others. When the thong was gone and they were putting the money in her garter, her leg was well-touched before she did her splits.
And, watching the thong disappear into the crowd, she thought of Mitch’s heating her up during sex by suggesting what the buyer might be doing with it right at that moment. He called it his special orgasmic trick … and it usually worked.
As she held the card in her hand after watching the video… and the touches… she wondered — what would she have done if someone had offered a lot of money to squeeze her breast, suck a nipple, slide a finger inside her? She knew that wasn’t allowed at the club, but that didn’t keep her mind from fantasizing. And what would Mitch have done?
Maybe a more important question was, what did she want to happen? She thought that the only way to get an answer was to … she could barely breathe … try different things. It was well on the way to driving her crazy. She was afraid to discuss it with Mitch. She still had enough insecurities to be afraid he’d think she was unhappy with him. That was so far from the truth that it was beyond the pale.
She loved Mitch beyond anything she’d thought possible — he’d loved her and rescued her from where her life had been headed. The book club had drawn her out, and the first challenge seemed to complete the process. But, her mind was telling her there was possibly more needed to complete the process — she just wasn’t sure what.
There was still the second card, getting soggy in her not sweaty hand. She laid it on the table. It seemed appropriate to wait until Mitch got home so he could be a part of the reading as well as a part of the challenge — at least she hoped he’d be with her on the challenge.
What to do now, though. She knew what she’d like to do — the video had triggered the feelings. These feelings were new to her since the challenge … and the internet.
To fill the hour until Mitch showed up, Cecily took a long walk, her shorts and tank top drawing whistles and one, “Hey gorgeous lady,” from males she passed. That was definitely new, and she loved it. As she approached the house, Mitch was sitting on the front steps.
“Thanks for the note,” he said with a laugh.
“Sorry,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“I figured you went for a walk. And is the reason you did that because you read the challenge?”
“No, I saved it so we could read it together. I hope you can help again or be a part of it.”
“Let’s go read, then,” he said, jumping up and grabbing her hand.
“You read it,” she said as she handed him the card.
” It’s a little soggy.”
“I’ll explain that later.”
“Here we go,” he said, unfolding the card. “This challenge may be different than what you expected, and it could be a bit more risqué as well. It shouldn’t turn into an orgy, but it might be fun to do some things you don’t normally do when friends come for bridge.”
“Risqué?” Mitch said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
“Keep reading,” she said, remembering her afternoon thoughts.
“And by the way, how much wine did you have at Gloria’s?”
“Maybe half a glass too much,” she giggled. “Now, keep reading.” Cecily was getting anxious.
“Invite friends or strangers, single or married, the total number up to you, to a party. Through a game or simply skinny dipping, everyone should get as naked as their comfort level allows. Much of what happens next is up to you. My idea is that the activities you chose will allow everyone to return to their college days or their very early twenties. They should put aside today and think and act like they did then … within reason, of course. You may want to have random couples team up for silly contests and silly prizes. Be creatively sexy, and good luck.”
He looked at Cecily, who had a look of confusion on her face.
“So, I’m supposed to come up with those ideas?” she said. “I … well … I never did any of those things in college. Suppose they’d like to study and eat Raman?” She doubled over laughing.
“Just half a glass too much?”
“It’s so good. No one could stop.”
“Maybe we should get a couple of bottles for a Saturday night.”
“I’ll ask Poppy where she gets it.”
“Good. Now back to the challenge … and to you.”
“Me?”
“And what you were talking about. Do you want to say more?”
Did she want to say more? It was her chance after watching the video.
“You asked me if the guys at the club touched me. I watched the video very carefully today, and almost every one of them touched me at least a little — some more than a little.”