The Afterparty: Pool Games - Chapters 1+2

As with the Dungeon Building: A Bugbear story, this is another thread I dabbled with off and on for a while over on CHYOA during my time away from Erotica proper. The Afterparty is a large story with multiple storylines from different authors, but was originally created by Cloontang1 in 2014. In many of the other threads there are undertones of (and sometimes heavy overtones) of cuckoldy stuff - most of you will likely know by now that that's not really my jam.

I started my thread to give an alternate version that didn't make me feel gross and used as a reader watching through the eyes of the main character. I wrote the first 9 chapters in 2018, and then next 8 chapters in 2021. It is not a completed storyline at this time. I'm reposting them here with just a little bit of TLC editing to clean them up - I still have my records planning a great number of more chapters, so if you enjoy this story make sure to let me know that you want more!

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Chapter 1

If you were being honest with yourself, even though some of your closest friends were at the party you had started to feel like it might have been a better idea to stay home that night. Your Eng310 course was kicking your ass with readings and you'd proven to yourself over and over again that you just didn't have game.

Parties like this happened every couple of weeks, and Sarah was often the host since she shared a house with her older sister – paid for by Daddy, of course – and Tiff was out of town a lot. As long as Sarah had it cleaned up by Sunday afternoon, she could invite as many people over as she wanted and party into the night. Booze flowed, music blasted through their sound system and on any one party a good eighty people might filter in and out before most of them went out to one of the student bars or clubs by midnight.

The night had gone pretty much as usual. You and Matt had driven over from the little student flat you rented up town, picking up Nicole on the way. Matt had dressed up in his best new 'clubbing' outfit with a dark patterned dress shirt, white slacks and brown belt and shoes. He'd over spent on that outfit, but he'd also bought it on the recommendation of Sarah so it was hard to blame him for coming up short on grocery money this month. Matt had been crushing on the red head for almost as long as you had been pining for Miranda – you might have had him beat by one day of frosh week two and a half years ago.

Jesus, two and a half years. How had it been that long since you met Miranda?

You hadn't bothered to spend as much time primping for the party as Matt, throwing on a clean t-shirt and some jeans. You could pass muster if you ended up tagging along to one of the student clubs in town, and that was good enough. Thankfully Nicole hadn't gone overboard either; when you picked her up from her place she was wearing a sleeveless shirt underneath a zip-up hoodie, a pair of ripped skinny jeans and her beaten up converse shoes. Her breasts – you'd known her for way too long to think of them as tits – were almost hidden in the sweater, and she'd been sparse with her makeup. You were thankful, figuring that your oldest friend wasn't in for a long night out either.

Sarah, on the other hand, was dolled up and decked out to the nines. She was wearing a tight green dress that contrasted with her freckled skin and classic Irish green eyes and fiery hair. When you, Matt and Nicole had walked in the door she had come over and given you all big hugs, pressing her big tits into your chests, and you noticed Matt gave her just a fraction longer hug, maybe just a bit more of a squeeze. You'd been shaking your head with a bit of a smirk at your friend's disastrous desires when Miranda had swept through the front hallway like an angel, freezing your feet to the ground. Your own disaster-crush had arrived.

When you did some occasional navel-gazing and thought about the girls you had crushed on in your life, both back in high school and celebrities, your type actually lent towards girls who looked like Nicole – punky, grungy styles with some attitude and some geek tendencies. Short and blonde didn't hurt either. The problem with Nicole was that she was practically a sibling – your mothers had been Sorority Sisters way back when and you had grown up two doors down from each other, calling the other's mother 'Auntie.'

Miranda, unlike Nicole, was a brunette who put a lot of effort into her looks. Her makeup was always soft but expertly applied, her perky lips covered in a soft shade of red, and her hair shining and silky with dyed layers of gold and darker browns making it look like cascading water. She was dressed in a slinky black dress with a lacy gold accent covering her cleavage, the dress ending higher than mid-thigh but she was wearing a pair of shiny black leggings that almost looked like leather. Her strappy heels made her legs go on forever, putting her at eye level with you.

Her welcoming grin for you had been sweet and happy, and she'd hugged you, and you'd self-consciously moved your hips back just slightly so she wouldn't feel your chub.

That was the last you had interacted with her for the night though.

Other students, some you knew and some you didn't, filtered through the party. Beer pong, dancing, lots of talking and drinking. Some couples forming, making out in dark corners or heading out to the backyard for some privacy. Sarah and Miranda were dancers, the redhead grinding herself against guys and girls equally, flashing her seductive smile and passing out kisses like they were about to go out of style. Miranda was a little more demure, though more than a few guys danced with her in the darkened living room.

Matt was something of a puppy, following Sarah around while trying to not look like he was doing it. He danced with her a couple of times, which was better than you were doing (or not doing) with Miranda, and helped her out more than once with carrying things, cleaning spilled drinks up and sending a couple of the overly-drunk guests out the door.

That left you, watching Miranda make her way through the party like an effortless Ghost of Coed Present (you're an English major so Dickens jokes are fair game), spending most of your time at the party with Nicole. You two chatted with friends and acquaintances, shared a six-pack of coolers (her choice, not yours) over a few hours and played a round of beer pong against Tom and his buddy Gavin. Tom was one of those guys who everyone in the college knew because he was a loud, infamously dickish kind of guy who got by on 'frat boy' charm, his parents money and being on a mildly successful sports team – in his case, he was an assistant captain on the lacrosse team.

It was right after the beer pong game, which Tom spent most of his time trying to egg Nicole into flashing to distract him, that Nicole noticed you staring across the room and out into the hall where Miranda was standing talking to some people who were leaving the house. She elbowed you in the side and gave you a 'go talk to her' urge with her eyes, gesturing for you to walk over.

You shrugged, and Nicole rolled her eyes. She ran a hand through her long, silvery blonde hair to smooth it back from her face and then turned and walked over to Miranda just as she was waving goodbye to the leaving students. Panic rose quickly in your throat like bile, imagining the things Nicole might tell Miranda – Nicole knew things about you that Matt didn't. Hell, Nicole pretty much knew everything there was to know.

Miranda didn't look over though, she just sort of grinned and chatted with Nicole for a few minutes and then both of them disappeared down the hallway. You forgot about your panic quickly, distracted by a buddy of yours coming over with a beer in each hand.

It was late and almost everyone had headed out from the party. You and Nicole were chatting in the living room while Tom, Matt and Sarah were in the kitchen across the 'open concept' area. You had just started to stretch and make motions that you wanted to leave when Miranda came out of the hallway, presumably from the washroom down there.

“Hey, everyone. I've got an idea,” Nicole said, startling you as she jumped up from the couch next to you. “Let's play a game.”

Now, usually when Nicole said that, she wanted to play Risk or Smallworld or another board game with you and Matt and maybe another friend or two. You wouldn't have minded teaching Miranda about some of your favourite games, but Sarah and Tom? Neither seemed like the board-gamer type.

“Ooh, fun,” Sarah said. She was leaning onto the island counter in the kitchen, the neckline of her green dress revealing a bounty of freckled cleavage while Matt and Tom managed to pry their eyes from her to turn and look back at Nicole. “What kind of game?”

Nicole shrugged, and you suddenly got the feeling this was possibly scripted. “I don't know, how about Dares in a Hat?”

Miranda walked over, “Dares in a Hat? What's that? Is it anything like Truth or Dare?”

Now you know this must have been scripted.

“It is, but instead of picking who to ask, you draw names out of a hat or bowl. And it's Dares only, no Truths,” Nicole said.

You weren't sure how to feel about any of this. It definitely felt like a trap, considering the way the girls were practically reading off scripts. You also had to consider what exactly Nicole, of all the people to propose this, had in mind because your best friend could be sneaky.

“Fuck yeah, I'm in for this,” Tom said, grinning madly and eyeing Nicole and Miranda.

He was definitely a reason not to play – if Tom wasn't there, you would have felt relatively safe playing a game like that. With him in the mix, well, you didn't want to think about it.

“Oh, I'm definitely in too,” Sarah said, standing up and walking around the counter. She strolled past Matt and ran a pair of fingers across the back of his shoulders, stopping long enough that her fingertips trailed slowly as she asked, “How about you, Matt?”

“Sure, absolutely,” he agreed. It was clear to you that he had one thing on his mind – how far could he get with Sarah during this game?

Nicole turned to you, “John, you in? Or are you too worried you're gonna chicken out?”

You looked around the room, eyes landing on Tom for a long moment as he made a shooing gesture to you, and then back to Miranda and Nicole. “I-”

“Come on, John,” Miranda smiled. “Let's all go sit out by the pool to play, we can share the swing bench.”

“Sure,” you gulped. “Let's play.”

“Awesome!” Sarah crowed. “I'll get a bowl and the names.”

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Chapter 2

Nicole followed you and Miranda outside. The backyard was dark except for a dozen small ground lights in the gardens around the fence and a few underwater lights in the pool that made the water glow a warm blue. Sarah went to the wicker table in the center of the sitting area and got down on her knees, pulling out a couple of larger candles. Just that act pushed her curvy ass back out against her dress as you, Tom and Matt all got a wonderful little view. As she got back to her feet, Sarah winked at you as you moved past her to the classic wooden bench swinging from the back deck roof by some chains.

Miranda had already sat down on the swing bench and gave you a smile, patting the seat next to her. The bench rocked a bit as you settled down, and she playfully patted your leg. “This is going to be fun,” she said.

“Sure,” you said, giving her a half smile back. Your stomach was churning just a little bit. Usually, during the day at school or meeting somewhere to study, you weren't so fucking nervous around Miranda. It was the combination of how good she looked in her dress tonight, how long you had stumbled around trying to ask her out, and whatever this plan was that your scheming best friend had initiated. You felt all out of sorts and it was fucking embarrassing.

Tom had been the first one out the door and had taken a seat on the other two-person bench in the little porch sitting area, sitting in the middle and spreading his knees out wide. Matt frowned a bit at this and took one of the chairs across the circle from you, and Nicole slipped into the other chair beside you, crossing her legs as she zipped up her hoodie and then looked over at you and winked. Her little sneaky smirk didn't help calm you at all.

Sarah, having lit the candles, had gone back inside and came out after only a couple of moments, a dark blue serving bowl in one hand and big magnum-sized wine bottle in the other, the kind that was double sized. She set the bowl on the round wicker table in the center of the sitting area and slipped onto the bench next to Tom, propping her feet up on his lap as she leaned back into the corner of the bench. Tom grinned, his arm already stretched across the back of the bench and he ran a finger through Sarah's red hair.

“Names are in the bowl. It's your game, Nicole. Any other rules?” she said.

Nicole shrugged. “I dunno, it's like truth or dare I guess. No copycatting dares, you need to come up with something original. And you can't involve yourself in a dare unless everyone is doing it.”

“What about a double-dog rule?” Matt asked.

“A what?” you ask.

“I wouldn't mind double-doggy, if you know what I mean,” Tom snickered.

Matt shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “If someone dares you to do something, you can double-dare them and then they have to do it too, and if they don't then they get penalized.”

“I wouldn't mind penalizing-”

“Shut up, Tom,” Nicole cut him off. You couldn't help but notice Sarah and Miranda both hiding their own chuckles, and you suppressed your own boyish grin. “I don't know. I guess that brings up the problem of if people refuse dares though. What happens if someone refuses?”

“I think you can refuse one dare, but if you do you have to skinny dip in the pool,” Sarah said. “And then if you refuse again you're out and you have to go home.”

“Works for me,” Tom said, and you and Matt nodded in agreement once Miranda did. Nicole looked like she thought about it for a longer moment before shrugging.

“Fine, that works,” she said.

“What about the double-dog rule though?” Matt asked again.

“We'll go with that too, I guess. But you only get one time to use it, or else everyone would just call it all the time,” Nicole said, then sat forward in her seat and reached for the bowl. “I'll draw first, since I suggested the game.”

She made a show of rolling her fingers around in the bowl, pulling a slip of paper out and dropping it back in before finally pulling a second one out and unfolding it to read.

“Hmm, interesting,” she said, quirking her mouth to the side and looking around the circle. Your chest tightened just a little as she glanced at you, then she looked away. “I got Matt.”

Matt straightened up in his seat.

“Matt,” Nicole said, “I dare you to... hmm... I dare you to take off Sarah's shoes with your teeth, suck on her big toe and then give her a foot massage until one of you gets your next dare.”

“Oh, I like this one,” Sarah laughed, swiveling in her seat so that she was dangling her feet over her armrest towards Matt. This had the unintended (or possibly fully intentional) consequence of her leaning back into Tom, her head resting on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders with a smirk.

Matt looked conflicted.