The Afterparty: Pool Games - Chapter 3+4+5

Friendly reminder that this is not a completed storyline, and was originally posted to CHYOA in 2018 and 2021. If you enjoy this story, make sure to let me know and I can look at writing more chapters.

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Chapter 3

Matt sighed. “Alright, I guess it could be worse.”

“What, you don't like my manicure?” Sarah laughed, wiggling her toes in her open-toed heels.

“Never,” Matt said, lifting her foot a little higher and tugging her towards him. Her butt shifted on the bench and her skirt rode up higher, showing a wide amount of her bare thigh to the rest of us.

Matt, holding her ankle to keep her foot still, awkwardly used his teeth to undo the little buckle and tug it open, then fumbled around until he managed to tug the shoe off her foot, sending it to the porch deck. Without hesitation he held her heel and took her large toe, nail polished a green to match her dress and eyes, and sucked it between his lips as he made eye contact with her.

Sarah giggled and wiggled her toes, and when he released her she undid her other shoe herself and swung it over the armrest so he could reach it. “Now rub me, foot man,” she crooned, making everyone laugh. Everyone but Tom, who you notice was staring down Sarah's dress at her cleavage, which you're sure he had a pretty clear view of because of how she was now leaning low against him.

Grabbing the foot he had just put his lips to, Matt began rubbing it with both hands for a long minute before letting go with one and reaching over to the bowl. “My turn, right?” he asked, and then fished out a paper when Nicole agreed.

“Alright, I got Miranda,” he said, setting the paper back in the bowl and returning to his massaging. He looked across the circle at her, and then glanced to you and made eye contact before looking back. “Alright girl, how about this? I dare you to straddle John's lap and neck on him until he has a hickey.”

Miranda snorted and laughed, glancing to you, then back at John. “What if I double-dog dare you?”

“I think it's time for me to leave,” you say, starting to stand up only half joking.

Miranda grabbed your hand and pulled you back down, her soft fingers wrapping around yours for a long moment and lingering. “No, stay, I won't do that,” she giggled. “Sure, that's an easy dare – especially because I'm not the one who's going to be walking around with a hickey.”

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Chapter 4

You sat back and tried desperately not to immediately pop a boner as Miranda half stood from the swinging seat beside you and swiveled to straddle your lap. She sat back on your legs for a moment, and you had one long look up her body. Her black dress was tight against her stomach, which had just the slightest rise in it as she leaned away from you. The golden lace hiding the window of cleavage her dress was showing off made you want to rip the dress to pieces, and as she gazed back at you she licked her lips slightly and smirked. Your hands had fallen to her legs and you squeezed the weird, rubbery shiny fabric of her leggings.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Sure,” you replied. “Do your worst.”

“Alright,” she grinned, then took your jaw in one hand and tilted your head back, exposing your neck. For a moment you had a flash of all the supernatural shows and movies you watched with Nicole, and wondered if you were getting sacrificed to Vampire Miranda. She was definitely hot enough to be one, and that would explain your inability to fucking talk to her tonight.

The moment passed, and Miranda leaned in close and gave you a long, broad tongued lick up the side of your neck that sent chills through you. She snorted another giggle, then shifted closer in your lap and she started kissing your neck.

This, you quickly decided, was what heaven must feel like.

Miranda kept shifting herself closer to you as she licked and kissed and even nipped at your neck with her teeth. She rotated to the other side of your neck, the smell of her soft, feminine shampoo filling your nose as her lips played across your skin. As she swapped sides again she adjusted her body, and now she was fully riding your groin as her entire upper body was pressing against yours. You could feel her breasts pressed against your chest, and she had one hand up, gripping your hair on the side to move your head wherever she wanted. Her other hand was resting on your side, tugging on your shirt.

Your own hands had traveled up from the top of her lower thighs without you really thinking about it and now you were holding her hips with both under the hem of her dress, alternating squeezing and gripping.

You groaned, and Miranda hummed a pleasant note which vibrated through her lips on your neck.

She began sucking harder on the left side of your neck, maybe an inch above your collarbone, which was a sensation you hadn't really felt before. There was limited pleasure and pain, but with your eyes closed it mixed with the feeling of her body against yours to feel good. As she increased the pressure again you felt her hips hunch at you slightly and realized with a spark of panic that you were definitely hard, and she could definitely feel it against her.

Miranda didn't stop, and one of your hands went higher under her dress until you were gripping her waist, bare skin above the hem of her tights. Finally, and with a pop, she pulled away from your neck. “There,” she proclaimed, leaning her upper body away from you, her hips pushing harder against your lap and your boner. “How was that?”

“Sexy as fuck,” Sarah said.

“Hah,” she laughed, surreptitiously guiding you to pull your hand from under her dress. She turned back and winked at you again, then manipulated your jaw to reveal your neck. “It's not the worst I've seen.”

“OK, Miss Hoover,” Nicole laughed.

“I know something else I wouldn't mind seeing that done to,” Tom said, leering at Miranda as she dismounted from me and sat back down in her own seat.

“Oh, shut up Tom,” Matt said. He was still massaging Sarah's feet with both hands.

Miranda rolled her eyes at Tom, and then reached forward and took a paper from the bowl. You groaned when you saw what it said over her shoulder.

She turned to you with a grin. “John,” she said.

“I feel like I was the one who got dared on that last one,” you said, rubbing at the now slightly stinging hickey on your neck while trying not to adjust your dick, which was feeling trapped in your pants.

“Oh, you liked it,” Nicole said. “Stop complaining.”

“I've got it,” Miranda cut into the banter with a sneaking smile of her own. “John, I dare you to let all of the girls get a feel of that cucumber you're smuggling in your pants right now.”

“Hah, he's got a boner from that?” Tom laughed.

You weren't sure if you were starting to blush hard or if you'd gone pale. “Um,” you said.

“Dude, you could double-doggy her and let us all cop a feel of her cooch,” Tom suggested. You looked over at him and he still had his arm around Sarah's shoulders, and it looked like he was slowly circling the top of one finger around the tip of her bare shoulder.

“Yeah... no. I'm not wasting that,” you said.

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Chapter 5

You slowly stand, hesitating for a moment and shaking your head. This was something that was really happening.

Feeling a bit of spite at Tom, you walked over and put your left foot up on the bench seat in between him and Sarah, leaving your crotch wide open and the bulge of your hard dick obvious as the jeans pulled tight. “Do what you will, Sarah,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“Don't mind if I do,” she smirked, sitting up and pulling her feet from Matt to get a better vantage. Sarah reached out and ran her nails – also manicured with that dark red polish – down the length of your dick through your jeans, the tiny vibrations as she scraped across the natural grooves in your pants making you stand up a little straighter. “Hmmm,” she hummed, her lips pressed together as she looked up at you with her emerald green eyes. “Looks like you aren't doing too bad down here.”

Sarah slowly palmed the end of your dick, pressing it against your leg, and then curled her fingers around your girth and rubbed up and down the length. On the down strokes you could feel the heel of her palm push against your balls, while at the top she would rotate her hand and press a little more firmly.

Maybe going to Sarah first was a bad idea.

“Alright, alright, that's enough,” you said, pulling back and stepping away from the redheaded temptress.

“Aw,” she pouted, then smirked playfully. “Don't worry, I'm sure I'll get a better look at that thing.”

You swallow as you realize she might just be the real predator to worry about in this game. Turning, you're faced with the two grinning faces of your bff, Nicole, and your crush, Miranda. The way Sarah had been working you, even for that minute or two, you felt like you might explode in your pants if she pulled a similar stunt as her friend. Nicole it was.

You took the few steps across the circle and stood in front of your platinum blonde friend. “Well,” you shrug. “If you really want to.”

Nicole quirked an eyebrow. “What, no presentation for me? Come on, man-meat. I want a show.”

This had Matt, Sarah and Miranda all laughing, while Tom sounded like he was sighing in boredom and frustration.

“You want a show? I knew there was a reason you bought blu-ray copies of both Magic Mike movies,” you said, then reached down and blatantly adjusted your hard cock in your pants like some baseball player in the outfield.

“Yeah baby,” Nicole grinned, giving you a little whistle. “Let's see what you're working with down there. It's been what, seventeen years since we took baths together as kids?”

“Don't remind me, I remember you used to fart when our moms weren't looking,” you countered.

“Hah!” Tom laughed loudly, accompanied by some other snickers.

You put your foot up on the arm of the chair Nicole was in, stretching your jeans tight again, “Grope away, oh small devil girl.”

“Excuse me,” she said, her smile reaching into her eyes as you called her one of your long-standing nicknames. “The title is 'impish rage demon' and you know it. Don't make me show you who's boss.”

She reached out a hand, hesitating for a split second as she broke eye contact with you and looked at the bulge in your jeans. Nicole put her fingers on the length in the center as if she were cautiously petting a dog, then ran them up and down the length. She looked back up, meeting your eyes, as her fingers slowly curled around the width while she rubbed.

“Huh, that's pretty hard,” she murmured. You'd sat across from Nicole thousands of times. You'd stood talking to her more than that. You had never made eye contact with her while she was in this position though, looking up at you from so near your waist. So near your cock. Her eyes had the reflection of some of the ground lights around the backyard and candles from the coffee table, and her silvery blonde hair was mostly swept back from her face. She bit the front corner of her lips as you kept staring at her.

Your mouth was feeling dry, and your cock flexed of its own accord at her lingering touch.

You weren't supposed to be feeling this way about Nicole.

You weren't supposed to think about how sexy her mouth looked. How you wanted it. How you wanted to wrap your fingers in her hair, feel her fingers wrapped against the bare skin of your dick.

“That all?” you asked breathlessly, breaking the moment.

She blinked and seemed to realize what the two of you were doing. She pulled her hand back. “Well, it's not the worst dick in the world. I'm sure you'll make someone happy, someday. Far from now. When she's desperate.”

“Ha-ha,” you replied sarcastically. Automatically. You took a breath and tried to forget what you had just been thinking about, turning to Miranda. The others were still snickering at Nicole's joke, but your friend wasn't laughing. Her lips were pursed slightly open, her jaw jutting out like she was considering something very, very carefully.

“I don't need a show,” Miranda smirked as you approached her. “Considering I already got a feel up close and personal. I'll take another one though.”

You stepped up to her and Miranda glanced at Sarah. They had some sort of best friend telepathic conversation, then Miranda gave you a pouty smirk and a shrug. She crooked a finger, beckoning you a little closer, and when you did she put a hand on each of your hips. Slowly, she let one drop down and then slipped it into your pocket, quickly sitting forward and going all the way in until her fingers were wrapped around the base of your shaft through the thin material of your pocket and your boxers.

“Um,” you gulped, jumping a little at the abrupt forwardness.

“Shhh,” she hushed, then winked. “I figure I got you this way, I deserve a little extra. Is that okay?”

She fought the fabrics and slowly stroked you as far down your shaft as they would allow. “Absolutely,” you said, sucking in a deep breath.

It didn't last long, only a few more strokes, and she finished with a wink and a laugh. “Thanks for being a good sport,” she said.

“Yeah, good job John,” Sarah said. “Taking one for the- well, I guess for yourself. There's no teams in Dare or Dare, this is war!” While you had been focusing on the other girls Sarah had re-shuffled herself, leaning back against Tom again so that Matt could return to his foot massaging duties. He was using one hand now, stretching the other one like he'd started to stiffen up.

“Sure,” you said, still breathing a little heavier. There was no point in hiding the bulge in your pants now. “My turn.”

You reached forward and pulled out a paper from the bowl on the table.