Standing naked in the dark, my hands running all over the 7-year-old’s body, kissing her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, rubbing her little clit with moistened fingers…
I could’ve gone for hours and hours like that, fondling and kissing the sexy young Samantha, but we both understood we couldn’t keep it up too long, not just then anyway. After a minute or so of arousing erotic play, we managed to restrain ourselves. I broke the kiss and whispered to Molly, who was next to me, our arms still linked, “I’ve got Samantha.”
“Okay,” my sister replied, in a loud whisper, “I have Abbie too. So, um, we only need Whitney now.”
“All right,” I said, “let’s keep looking.”
I got to kiss just one more girl — but when I did, I got another hickey! This one was from my sister Kate. Except she didn’t do it on my neck. Instead, she eagerly sucked the skin of my breast, just above my left nipple.
Jesus, I was getting so turned on! My pussy was on fire, my nipples throbbing. I was trembling with excitement — and while Kate was sucking my breast, passionately bruising me, I had a finger shoved deep inside her cunt, fucking her. She was just as wet as I was. In fact, the smell of pussy was very strong in the room. Lots of girls had their juices flowing.
Suddenly Molly grabbed my arm. Not bothering to whisper this time, she said, “We found Whitney! Come on!”
I opened my eyes. It was dark, and I couldn’t see much, but there was no mistaking Molly’s pretty face, beaming at me. “Come on, let’s go!” She tugged my arm.
“It’s okay,” said Kate, “if you have all five, you can go out.”
And so we did. But when we reached the door, we found another team there, running out into the hall just ahead of us. Other girls were crowding close behind us too. It appeared that all four teams had been united at nearly the same time.
We raced downstairs. Well, not too fast, because it was kind of risky in the dark. But we hurried as fast as we would, laughing and jostling, the little ones squealing with glee.
Finding the evil scientists wasn’t too difficult. They weren’t trying very hard to hide. But finding the bottles containing the secret formula — that was more of a challenge.
My team first caught up with Megan. We found her crouching behind an armchair, and as she got up to run away, we seized the tall redhead, pulling her to the floor. Now she had the hands of five eager young girls all over her, grabbing, groping, searching. Where was that bottle?
Buttons popped off her blouse, clattering away. Underneath she wore a thin cotton tank top. Our fingers probed. I heard the sound of ripping fabric. Megan screamed and laughed in delight. Then I felt warm skin, and a brassiere. I pulled at the bra, but it wouldn’t come loose, it wouldn’t tear. So instead I reached my hands inside the cups. I found breasts, hard nipples, but no secret formula.
Other members of my team were working down lower. Megan was wearing cargo shorts, with numerous pockets. They all had to be searched, or at least felt from the outside. Nothing was found. Then the shorts started to come off. Girls opened them, yanking them down to her knees.
“There it is!” Samantha cried. “In her undies!”
Sure enough, that’s where the small plastic bottle was, wedged between the woman’s legs, inside her underwear. I grabbed at the panties, tugging them down. Someone else helped me, though in the frenzy I’m not sure who it was.
Megan tried to keep her thighs squeezed tightly together, holding the bottle, but with so many girls pulling all at once it was impossible for her to resist.
“I got it!” shouted Molly, holding the bottle aloft. “Come on!”
“Come on!” shrieked Whitney, even louder. She’d seemed shy and quiet earlier, but not any more.
But where should we go next? We stood up, looking around. Then we noticed Paula, lying on the floor behind the sofa. Girls were all over her, their hands going everywhere, trying to find the secret formula. It was the green team. I saw Riley grab her mother’s breasts, pawing her. Paula’s sweater was pulled up, along with a t-shirt underneath it, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was no sign of a bottle there, but Riley seemed intent on searching thoroughly, running her hands all around the woman’s chest and sides.
“I think I found it!” cried Hannah. She was reaching under Paula, who was on her back. But before we could see if they’d actually located the secret formula, we heard a scream, “No!”
It was Molly. Megan had snuck up from behind, snatching the bottle away from her. “No!” Molly yelled again.
Now we had to chase Megan around the room, except we didn’t catch her. Not initially, anyway. Another group, the gold team, tackled her first, and then we jumped on top of the pile. With Alexa sitting on the redhead’s face, smothering her (which I’m sure Megan didn’t mind at all), Kate tugged at her fingers, soon wrenching the bottle free.
And so it went on. Twenty screaming naked girls pursuing four half-dressed women, gradually tearing off more and more of their clothes — and with the plastic bottles containing the secret formula continually changing hands, again and again. One team never seemed to keep hold of any of the prizes for long.
After a while, however, the superior strength and agility of the gold team — and of Kate and Alexa in particular — began to win out. They’d gained possession of two of the bottles, and then three. Now they would need only one more.
But then something funny happened. I’d noticed that the red team, which was overall the youngest, and which included three novices, newcomers to the game, definitely was having the least success. They almost never seemed to get their hands on a bottle, not even for a second or two. It wasn’t for lack of trying. They certainly had enough energy, and were making as much noise as anyone else, if not more. But they rarely had anything to show for all their effort.
Then the tables turned. The gold team, with three bottles in their grasp — one held by Alexa, one by Kate, and one by Lindsey — was chasing after Dana, trying to secure the final component of the formula, and of their victory. By then, Dana was completely nude. My mom was too. Paula still had her sweater on, along with a t-shirt, but nothing below the waist except a pair of socks. Megan wore only her bra.
The gold team pursued Dana, who could run really fast, while the rest of us ran after them. Around and around we went, from the family room into the dining room, into the kitchen, and then back into the family room, yelling and laughing the whole way.
Suddenly Kate, the nearest pursuer to Dana, tripped over something, and Alexa, close behind, tripped over her. Did Kate fall down on purpose? Was it deliberate? I wasn’t sure. But the result was that the other teams following along all ended up tripping over them too and going down in a big heap. All except the red team, that is, which as usual was bringing up the rear — and which in this case managed to avoid the pileup.
Three bottles bounced free, the ones the gold team recently had possessed. Sarah pounced on one bottle, Emily on another, and Bridget on a third. Then Peyton and Chelsea pounced on Dana. She was sitting on the floor, laughing, overcome with hilarity, and was thus unable to put up much of a struggle (or so it seemed), allowing the little girls to fairly easily take the bottle away from her.
I was somewhere in the middle of the jumble of girls, and could hardly move, but I was able to see that the other three moms made only a token effort to stop the red team. The women shouted and feigned grabs, but then watched happily as the five kids, led by Sarah, pounded up the stairs.
The rest of us, meanwhile, untangled ourselves and got up as fast as we could to resume the chase, but by then it was too late. We raced upstairs and ran down the hall to Mommy’s room, only to find five cute girls sitting on the bed, beaming at us. Someone had switched on the light, and there they were: Bridget, Emily, Sarah, Peyton, and Chelsea, all nude, all smiles, all sweaty and happy.
My mother began to cheer, “Red team wins! Hurray for the red team!” Everyone joined the applause, congratulating the girls on their victory.
After gabbing with one another for a few minutes, exchanging opinions on how the game had gone, we headed downstairs again to the family room. By then it was close to 10:00 o’clock, but no one seemed a bit sleepy, not even the littlest kids. We were having too much fun!
Mommy and Dana went to the kitchen, telling us they would bring refreshments for us. We all plopped down wherever we were — on the sofa, the chairs, the floor, or on each other — still laughing and happy and chattering away. Meanwhile, Paula and Megan both took off the remaining clothing they had on, so everyone was nude, twenty girls and four moms. Then Megan put on a CD, One of the Boys by Katy Perry.
Dana came out carrying a tray that held a couple dozen paper cups filled with cold lemonade. She set it on the coffee table and we started grabbing the drinks, gulping them down. We were thirsty! Dana went back to the kitchen, returning with a tall pitcher of lemonade and refilling our cups as needed.
My mom brought out five big gift boxes of chocolates, all different kinds. Awesome! She opened the boxes and handed them out, telling us to pass them around, then poured snifters of brandy for the women. While the kids dug into the candy, the mothers toasted each other. After clinking glasses, Paula tipped hers back, draining it in one long swallow. She asked for another and received it. The other women drank more slowly, Megan hardly at all.
When the song “I Kissed a Girl” came on, a few of the kids jumped up and started dancing to it, singing along. Pretty soon everyone else had joined in, including the moms. We sang and danced and laughed, and some of us kissed at the appropriate points.
As the song came to an end, Megan pushed a button to make it play a second time. We were even louder on this next go ‘round, singing at the top of our lungs — and this time all the girls and women kissed a girl. It was so much fun.
After that, most of us sat down again, but some of the girls kept on dancing: Kate and Sarah and Ashley and a couple of others. Dana danced with them too for a while. She was really good, super sexy. We all liked watching her.
The rest of us took it easy, sampling the candy, listening to the music, talking. It was pretty amazing just to sit and look around the room, seeing all those lovely naked bodies, such a wide range of ages, the various stages of development. What a great night that was.
Finally, at about 10:30, Mommy said, “All right, I think we should try to get this place arranged now for the big sleepover. We’ll have to move some of the furniture around to make enough room for all of you.”
So, we got up and went to work. We pushed the sofa and chairs and end tables away from the middle of the room, creating a large open space. Then we got out a bunch of blankets, sheets, comforters, and pillows, even dragging some down from our bedrooms upstairs, and laid them on the floor. When we finished, we had a rough series of sleeping spots set up close together in two rows of ten.
The CD was over by that time. The lemonade pitcher was empty, and the chocolates mostly gone. After turning off all the lamps except one, my mom began kissing each of us, saying goodnight. I wondered then if Paula might get dressed and go home. As far as I knew, she hadn’t said anything about staying over, but apparently she’d made that decision — because she kissed each of the girls too and said goodnight, as did Dana and Megan, and then all four women went up to Mommy’s room.
Next we had to figure out who would sleep where. That took some discussion and negotiation, but eventually everyone seemed satisfied with the arrangement and we settled in. I don’t remember where all the kids were, what order we were in (I didn’t write it down), but I was near the end of one of the rows, with Hannah next to me on my left. Alexa was on my other side, at the very end of our row. We were head to head with the other girls.
Nothing too extreme happened after that. We chatted for a while with the light still on about the Undercover Spy game and about the Nipple Test that had preceded it. Our excited conversations overlapped and included plenty of laughter. Someone soon suggested we play Truth or Dare, which we did, but even though we were all still nude, none of the dares accepted or secrets revealed were much more than you might expect from any typical group of young teen and pre-teen girls.
Eventually the lamp was turned off. There followed some kissing in the dark, although again nothing that wouldn’t take place at just about every sleepover. Within twenty or thirty minutes, it became quiet. I was almost sure everyone was asleep by that time. But then I heard a voice, a faint whisper, almost inaudible.
“Julie? You awake?” It was Alexa.
I was lying on my back with my eyes closed, making mental notes about the entry I would want to make in my journal the next day. Turning my head, I looked at the pretty blonde. There was enough light that I easily could see her face. It still amazed me that she was there at all — a junior in high school, a 16-year-old, goofing around with all us younger kids and apparently enjoying it a lot.
“Uh-huh,” I whispered back, smiling at her.
“Hi,” she grinned, her eyes, shining. “I had fun. I’m really glad I came.”
“Me too.”
“But, um, Julie?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure, of course.”
“Well, this is kind of like a secret, a big secret, something I wouldn’t even tell in Truth or Dare, you know?”
“Okay.”
“See, it’s… I mean, well, I’m a cheerleader, you know, and kind of popular at school and everything, if that doesn’t sound too much like bragging. But the thing is, everybody thinks I’m just a normal sort of girly-girl, that I like boys and all that, but, I mean… actually, I like girls more, a lot more.”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Have you told anybody else?” I asked. “Or, like, ever done anything about it?”
“Well, I do have one friend nobody knows about. She and I — but, I mean, you can’t tell anyone about this, okay? — I’ll tell you, though, ‘cuz I like you, but you can’t tell anyone else.”
“All right, I won’t, I promise.”
“So, my friend is like me. We both like girls, not boys, but we can’t let anybody know, because they’d be so mean. But anyway, we, um, we’ve done stuff. You know, kissing, and more than that too.”
“Okay.”
“Have you, I mean, have you ever done stuff like that with a girl?” she asked.
“Uh-huh, lotsa times.”
“I thought so. I could kinda tell. I hope you don’t mind if I say that.”
“No, I don’t mind.”
“So, um, do you like boys too, or only girls?”
“Only girls, definitely.”
“Me too,” she giggled.
Neither of us said anything more for several seconds. Alexa was lying on her side, head resting on her hands. The teen gazed at me, looking into my eyes, then down at my lips. She licked her own lips. Finally, she whispered, “Okay, well, g’night.”
“G’night. But —” I began, before stopping.
“What is it?”
“Is it all right if I … give you a goodnight kiss?”
“Sure,” she grinned, wagging her eyebrows.
I moved closer to her. We were under the same set of sheets and blankets, so it was simply a matter of raising them and sliding over a bit.
“G’night, Alexa,” I breathed, bringing my mouth to hers.
We kissed twice, once with our lips together, and then a second time with our mouths open, our tongues connecting, teasing, exploring. As we were kissing that way, I reached my hand to her breast, finding the nipple, gently squeezing it.
When my finger touched her nipple, Alexa gave a sharp intake of breath. Her whole body shuddered. “Julie,” she whispered, before kissing me again, even more deeply. She placed a hand on my cheek, then slid it down to my shoulder, but didn’t go any lower.
As we ended our third kiss, the blonde sighed, her forehead against mine. “God, I, I wanna do more, but I mean, not now. Maybe, um, maybe, you know, some other time… soon, I hope.”
“Okay, I hope so too.” My hand was still on her breast. I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the girl tremble again.
“So, um, g’night, I guess,” she said.
“Goodnight, sweet dreams.”
“Yeah,” Alexa giggled, “I think they will be.”
After one more soft kiss, with no tongues, she turned away, onto her side. I lay on my back again, just thinking about everything, all the stuff I wanted to write in my journal, until finally I fell asleep.
* * *
Hickeys. How would the kids explain those to their parents?
When we’d finished the Undercover Spy game, we discovered that more than half the girls were sporting hickeys on their necks. Everyone on the gold team (Alexa, Kate, Alyssa, Lindsey, and Sadie) had a big one — it was how they did their secret kiss, and they’d practiced by planting them on each other. Later, in the dark in Molly’s bedroom, they’d given hickeys to another seven girls, including me. That brought the total to an even dozen.
By the time morning came, six more kids showed love bites, presumably acquired during our kissing session before going to sleep. This left only two little girls, Peyton and Erika, with unblemished necks.
As we all got up and started going around comparing our marks, it was somehow decided we should make it completely universal: this would be the official sign proving you’d attended our party and played the game. Erika and Peyton quickly agreed, asking to receive their own hickeys. Other girls whose marks were considered too faint wanted theirs improved.
So, when the four moms clad in robes came downstairs at about 8:30, they were greeted by quite a sight — twenty naked girls sitting on the floor of the family room, with a good portion of them hungrily sucking at another girl’s neck. The women stood and watched us for a moment, chuckling and shaking their heads, then went in to prepare breakfast.
At around 10:00, as planned, cars began to arrive, picking up the kids. Some girls who lived close by left to walk home. I couldn’t help wondering if there would be repercussions about the hickeys, how in the world they might be explained away, especially by the younger ones. But nothing ever came of it. We never heard a word of complaint.
And as time went by, with the fame of the Undercover Spy game spreading through the school and around our neighborhood and even beyond, it became almost impossible to find a girl of between, say, 7 and 17 years old who didn’t have a hickey or hadn’t been given one at some point by another girl. In fact, when you’re out sometime, take a good look around you at girls that age. If you see one with a nice love bite on her neck, chances are she’s played Undercover Spy.
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