TG Techie: Chapter 17: [XXX] Spin the Bottle

Spin the Bottle

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As the last one into the loft, I didn’t get a seat on the couch. Instead I found that someone on Tuesday had brought up a bunch of fluffy pillows, and a bright green inflatable chair. “That is never going to last,” I said, looking at it.

Big Davey laughed, “We alrealy had to patch it twice. It only cost twenty dollars though.”

“What are we playing?” I asked, eager to seem eager.

“Spin the bottle,” Bree said. “Wee David finished the app.”

“You can code?” I asked.

Wee David nodded as he pulled a tablet out of his backpack. “But I can’t draw, so the graphics are pretty bad.”

“Aisling can draw,” Autumn said. “She can make, like, a bottle and stuff.”

Everyone looked at me, and I shrugged, put on the spot. That seems cool. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Great, we can talk about it later,” he laid the tablet down and everyone found a pillow and clustered in a circle.

“Limits?” Regular Dave looked to me.

Bree answered instead, “Lets save the hardcore stuff for show week, when we’ll really need it.”

“Aw,” Big Davey had been silent and spoke up, “I was really looking forward to getting my dick wet.”

“Michelle will come back,” Sarah rubbed his back.

“She won’t. Wanted me to quit Tech Club. Said I was going to get a disease.”

“That’s stupid. We all get tested.”

Regular Dave cleared his throat, “I was asking Aisling. She’s the newest.”

Then everyone looked at me. Okay Aisling. What are you not willing to do? “Um…” Do you really want to take a chance that a guy will roll to fuck you? “Hand jobs?” Wait, some girl could eat you out. Or you could suck Regula—cut it the fuck out, Aisling. “No, wait… oral.” Three in seven chance you’re screwed, and you might even enj—shutupshutupshutup.

Bree looked at me, “Are you sure. There’s no pressure here.”

Everyone else let out a chorus of “No pressure”s.

That’s an out from everybody, Aisling. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Ground rules though,” Regular Dave said. “Aisling is a lesbian.” Thanks for outing me, asshole. Now I won’t—godamnit.

“So was Goober, until he met us.” Bree adjusted her bra a little bit. It seemed like a very private thing to do, but in this atmosphere it was okay.

I hadn’t seen Goober since that first day. It was still interesting information.

“Enough,” Rachel told her, “Aisling is gay, and there’s no pressure.” She looked at me with an expression part apology and challenge, “Unless she wants some.”

“What is that supposed to mean,” I felt my face screw up.

She shrugged, “Sometimes a little pressure helps you explore yourself, Aisling. It did me.” Very interesting information. “Just remember not to do something you’ll regret later. That one is harder.”

“Is no one going to let me talk about this great app I coded?” Wee David asked.

Sarah gave his back a little rub, “Poor baby. Why don’t you tell us what a good job you did.”

Thank you.” He bounced around a little. “I didn’t think about setting limits, that’ll have to be in the beta. But every time you spin, there’s a chance to escalate the level, see all the actions have a level, kissing, and removing an articel of clothing, on one, and then up to—” he looked at me, and then shrugged, “Up to DP at the top. Every time you spin there’s a fifty percent chance to escalate, and a fifteen percent chance to de-escalate.”

“Those numbers don’t add up,” Sarah rubbed his back again.

“They don’t have to. I made it that way. I may have to tweak the numbers a bit, but that’s what this test is for.”

“We’re your beta testers?” Autumn looked a little offended.

“Technically, you’re my alpha testers.”

“Fine, put it down, I’m tired of talking, and I want to get my dick sucked,” Autumn told him.

“If you pull out your dick, right now; I will get down and suck it on the spot.”

She made the ‘eat pussy’ gesture instead.

“It’s a roll of the dice, babe.”

“Roll them already,” Bree told him.

“Okay, so there are—” count count count “Eight of us.” Tap tap tap, “Now we just spin to decide who’s first.”

Guess who ended up going first. Go on. Guess.

The pointer spun to me, and Bree grinned, “Aisling. Take off your bra.”

“Thank you, I can read it.”

“Since it’s the first one, just leave your shirt on,” Rachel said.

Okay, Aisling, how do you do this one. The idea that I wouldn’t do it flashed for only a moment in my mind.

I started to lift up my shirt, when Autumn reached for my back, “Need a hand?” And she undid my bra, through my shirt, with her left hand. I felt my boobs tethered by gravity once more. Again I was grateful for the red light. I tucked my arms into my shirt, through the straps, and then pulled the whole thing out through the bottom of my shirt. I shook it in front of the others. See what you made me do? Then I dropped it and shook out my hair.

“Spin it,” Autumn said.

I reached out and hesitated. “Anywhere on the screen.” Wee David said, which is where I tapped it.

“Bree, anal beads.” Bree leaned forward to read it.

“Whoops!” Wee David reached for his bag and dug out a notebook, “Well that’s the first bug.”

Bree sighed, “And here I brought beads with me.”

“Oh, I brought beads too,” Sarah gave her a fist bump.

Bree tapped it, and it spun to Sarah. “Make out,” Bree read for us all. “How does she decide who?”

“She taps it,” Wee David said. Sarah tapped and it spun back to her. “Hmmm. Second bug. Just decide who, I guess.”

Sarah, put her hand on her lips, in mock thought. “I choose… Autumn.”

Autumn got up—Don’t be jealous Aisling, this group gave up on jealousy—and crossed the circle. Everyone watched as she sat her smaller body on Sarah’s lap, backwards, wrapped her arms around Sharah’s neck, and licked the other girl on the lips. “For how long?”

“Thirty seconds,” Wee David sounded so proud, “we tap the screen and a timer shows up.”

Autumn drew a finger down his chest, “You really did think of everything.”

Wee David caught her finger, licked it, and Bree tapped the screen.

Autumn licked Sarah across the lips again, and when she went in for the third time Sarah reached out her own tongue. Autumn leaned down further, and slipped tongues past and into her mouth, and then they were off.

I was watching so hard, I didn’t realize until I shifted, and my shirt scraped across my tits, just how hard they were. So errect they felt like there was a rubber band wrapped around the base. God I hope no one—wait would it be better if they did notice? Did I want someone to call me out? I felt heat in my belly, and couldn’t decide if my thoughts were turning me on more.

At second 25 Sarah wrapped her arms around Autumns neck, and was clearly settling in for the long haul, when the pad beeped. Autumn gave her a last peck on the lips and went back to her place in the circle. She sat and tapped the pad again.

It swun around to Regular Dave, and Bree read, “Underwear, Regular Dave.”

Look Aisling, you were a guy. You were in the guys locker room. There is no reason to be excited about seeing—there it is!

Regular Dave had kicked off his boots, and stripped of pants and boxers in a matter of seconds, and I saw his dick. That heat in my belly had gotten worse, and I could feel another spot on my panties. Wait a second, that’s what they’re calling ‘regular’? He was as big a me… as I had been. Un cut, shapely, unerect, but I could see the bit of his head peeking through, slick with precum. He sat back down, cross legged, and spread his hands.

I avoided meeting his gaze with my eyes, then I avoided meeting his penis with them. Look around like you’re bored. Okay, look back. Now look around again.

Bree ran her fingers up his thigh, “There’s our little friend.”

Regular Dave made kissy lips at her, and spun the wheel.

It landed on Autumn again, and Bree grinned a shit-eating grin, “Finger yourself.”

“Thank god,” Autumn started unlacing a pair of hightop boots, “I’m so fucking wet, right now.”

The situation in my own panties got worse.

Autumn pulled off a pair of blue stripped panties, to reveal a completely shaved pussy. Then she looked around at each of us, sat back on one elbow, and spread her legs. She ran her fingers down big outer lips, “How long?”

“Doesn’t say,” Bree told her.

“Guess you just do it until it lands on you again,” Big Davey told her.

Autumn blew him a kiss, hit the tablet, and started rolling three fingers around a glistening wet clit. I watched her big and small lips twist around, as she sighed.

“Bree,” Bree read, “Shirt and bra.”

The room started to swim around, and everything got so much more intense, as she revealed a pair of nipples with bars through each one. I didn’t even know you could pierce those.

“When…” I couldn’t not ask, but I had to clear my throat to do so, “When did you get those done?”

“Last year, they took forever to heal before someone could play with them again.” She looked at me and ran her tongue over her teeth. Then with a flourish she tapped the bottle. It spun to Big Davey, “Big Davey, finger blast.” She looked as Wee David “Fucking poetry, dude.” She touched the screen again, and it spun to Regular Dave. Regular Dave gave a shrug and got up.

“Let’s not, bro.” He touched the pad again and it spun to Sarah.

“Woot.” She got up, “This is what we have a couch up here for.”

Big Davey had beaten her on the couch and she put her head in his lap, looking up. “Pants off or on?”

“Off,” said everyone.

“Woot,” she said again, as she kicked her legs and shucked her pants onto the floor. I couldn’t see her pussy from this angle, just watched her lean into Big Davey as he ran his fingers down her belly and between her legs. She gave a little gasp as he entered her, and we all watched and listened as she began to moan and sigh.

I turned as Autumn reached a foot out and rested on my knee. She was deep inside herself, two fingers two knuckles deep, and twitching.

God I want it to be my turn again.

Bree spun the bottle, Sarah being busy, and I got my wish. “Aisling. Titty gropes. Pure fucking poetry.”

I stopped breathing as I reached out and spun for the first person to touch my breasts who wasn’t me. No idea what was coming, or what I wanted.

It came to rest on Autumn, who was not paying any attention. Regular Dave nudged her, dick now semi, “You’re up, slim.”

“Give me a second. Just a second. Just a—gawd!” Her leg twitched in my lap and relaxed again. “What am I doing now?”

“Groping Aisling.”

“Sweet.” Then she looked at me, and I could see the question on her face, “You ready for this, luv?”

I just about swallowed my tongue, as I bit my lip and nodded.

Still bottomless, Autumn licked her fingers off, and got up. I expected her to sit on my lap, like she had with Sarah. I expected a frontal assult. And with confidence I didn’t feel, I raised my chest to her.

“No, luv,” she walked behind me, and sat with a leg on either side of my ass. “It’s much better like this.” She put a hand on my shoulder and leaned me back.

Sarah gave a gasp, and bucked, but Big Davey didn’t relent as she made humming groans in her throat.

“Shirt off, or on?” Autumn whispered in my ear.

“Uh…” I wasn’t ready for that, despite the intense sexual atmosphere. “On. Please?”

“Sure, luv.”

I gave a gasp, I don’t think was audible, as her hands touched my sides, just above my hips, and slipped under my shirt. It wasn’t the world occupying force of Regular Dave’s fingers on my legs. It was more attention sundering, but less intense. She trailed her fingers up the sides of my body, until they were just under the line of my breasts. Going slow, she stretched my shirt so that she could move just her finger tips in little circles just on the side of my boobs.

I closed my eyes and leaned into her chest, and the rest of the room slipped away. After a few second of circles, her fingers moved forward, until they were under the line of my breasts. Back and forth, tracing the curves. I arched my neck into her shoulder, and she whispered, “Oh, does poor luvvy want more?”

“Autumn, it’s you,” someone (probably Bree, she’d appointed herself the MC) called.

“I’m busy. Make Wee David do it.” She nuzzled my hair with her cheek, “Luvvy doesn’t get more yet.” But instead of lines back and forth, she started making circles with her finger tips on the tender flesh. I think I sighed at some point, and shifted my legs. Then a finger on both sides brushed my nipple, and my brain whited out. She started tracing circles around my areaolas, and the pads of her fingertips made contact with a nipple every once in awhile. After the initial shock I managed to come back to myself in time to blank out again, when she put the pads of her fingers on each engorged tit, and roll in cicles.

“I think we’ll just do this for a bit,” Autumn said. I realized that I’d put both my hands flat on the floor, and was straining into her. I don’t know how long it went on. I knew that it wouldn’t ever be enough to get me off, and I knew that was okay. It was really just fine the way it was right then.

Then Autumn went in for the kill, and I realized that it wasn’t okay back when I felt that, because this drove all my feelings up three sizes (that day). She stopped the nipple circles to trail her fingers back to my sides, and brushed them forward until there was a finger on either side of each nipple. Then she pinched her fingers closed at the same time she gave a whole-hand clutch to my breasts. I kicked my feet out, and I think I hit Bree. I vaguely remember someone commenting that the wet patch on the crotch of my jeans was the size of a silver dollar. And I know Bree ran her finger over it. I jerked again, and then her finger was gone and it was all about my breasts again.

Autumn was alternating betweeen grabing, and cupping, and then she moved around and cupped each breast, curling her fingers around until she could pinch and turn each nipple. She was gentle, but intense, and I found the arches of my feet trembling.

I was brought out of it by the sound of an alarm going off. My eyes gradually opened to see Wee David’s splayed legs, as he ate Bree out, and she clutched the nape of his neck.

“Five minutes to finish up what you’re doing,” Regular Dave said. The tablet was off, and cast aside. Everyone was in a state of disarray, clothes strewn around and boots off.

Rachel was making mmm-mmm noises while I watched her give Regular Dave the first blowjob I had seen in real life. Well she seems to be enjoying it. And she did. She looked like a porn star, giving it her all.

Autumn gave my nipples a savage tug then, and turned them up and down. “You’re close,” she whispered. She moved one arm down my belly, “I can finish you off fast. What does my luvvy want?”

That! Want that! And at the same time, it was a hell of a lot faster than I wanted to move. Fear won over desire, and I moved her hand away. Instead I twisted and got up, until I was kneeling above her, and craned my neck down for a kiss.

I had wanted something a little chaste but serious. That’s what I intended. But as soon as my lips touched hers, her mouth opened, and I found my tongue inside it. Her tongue slipped inside mine, and somehow made my mouth feel full. Like I was getting a hug in my mouth. But charged and potent and I didn’t want to stop, even when she reached down and caressed me through the cloth of my jeans.

The timer rang again, and Regular Dave said, “Everyone nut and get dressed.”



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