Games
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To say I peaked early sexually would be quite the understatement.
I was a teen. Young enough to still be dragged along to my parent’s gatherings, but old enough to know I didn’t want to be there.
It was New Year’s Eve and we were going to the same gathering. Again. Most years it was a bore fest, with the youngest person being at least double my age. I would typically spend the night by myself, playing in the massive yard with the doggo, or reading. At least the food was good.
But that night was different. Not only did one of my friends come along, but so did a bunch of girls. I don’t quite remember their names, or even what they looked like, but I do recall that one was a couple of years my senior and the other three were my age. In the relative social void of that night, we were the only things of any interest to one another.
We separated ourselves from the adults, found a secluded part of the yard, and built a bonfire. I gathered the wood, and my mate liberated some petrol from a motorbike in the garage.
The oldest girl provided the lighter, as well as some weed. The other girls nicked a picnic mat and some beer.
We sat around the fire, smoking, drinking, and talking.
Then the oldest girl suggested that we play some games together. You know the ones that kids do when they aren’t quite sure of their sexuality - or more specifically, they aren’t confident enough to make a move without some external excuse to blame? Those games.
Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle drew laughs that quickly grew into something more.
Then the oldest girl suggested we try a new game. She called it ‘Closer’. You would spin the bottle and then attempt to get as close as possible to the partner without touching them. Then the group would chant, ‘Closer, closer, closer’. If you touched the other person, you lost. If they pulled away, they lost.
We played this individually, and then as a group. In due time we all lost, but those losses rarely came from one of us pulling away.
By the time a deck of cards came out we were all quite faded. Once again, the oldest girl explained the rules, and once again we all complied. If you lost a hand, you took a piece of clothing off. If you won a hand, you could put a piece back on, or choose to remove a piece from someone else.
Initially we were a bit timid, but the oldest girl encouraged us. Leading by example, she won the first hand and then chose to remove her own top.
Once we were all in relative stages of undress, the real fun began.
As before, we were all somewhat timid, and as before she encouraged us. She placed our hands, moved our bodies, and told us what to say. She showed us things to try and then watched us try them.
She paired us up however she liked. Two on one, then the girls with the girls and us boys together. Then she moved one person into the middle and told them to, “Stay perfectly still no matter what.”
None of us were successful at that one.
Other than guiding us, she didn’t join in. She simply watched, bit her bottom lip, and smiled. Then she would suggest we try something else, something new, something more intimate. She watched us carefully, noting when we were pulling back, and when we were leaning in. In this way she guided us all towards a collective fever pitch.
Afterwards, as we laid together in a pile of painting nakedness, she stoked the fire, covered us with a blanket, and went off to get us all some food.
The following year, I was the most excited I’d ever been for a New Year’s Eve celebration. But to my absolute chagrin, I was left alone again, patting that doggo and reminiscing over last year’s adventures.
This short story is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’
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