Maybe she wanted to give us all one last reminder that she was the one getting laid that night. And we weren’t. That’s a very Kate thing to do.
Heck, maybe she just felt like winning the last handNhaving something to lord over everyone else for the rest of the vacation.
I honestly have no idea what Kate was thinking when she looked back up from her card and announced,
“I raise.”
Everyone froze. We were all doing pre-sleep rituals: brushing teeth, picking out clothing for the morning, giving our hair one last brushing. We stopped still. Like Medusa had just walking into the room.
Sam stared up at Kate. He didn’t exactly look surprised.
I’ve been in houses where the parents are getting divorced. Even if they’re not fighting you can feel the tension. The whole house just buzzes with angry energy. I felt it at that moment. It made the back of my throat taste like bile.
“How about… a hand job,” Katie said finally. She smiled at Sam. This would have been cute if it wasn’t so upsetting.
“Call,” Sam said.
He didn’t even bother to look back at his card. We all turned back to Kate. It was like watching a tennis match. Or a remarkably tension-filled game of Pong.
“Ok, honey, you win,” Kate said.
She did a little curtsey and then turned to leave. I started picking up cards and clearing glasses.
“What do you have?” Sam asked.
“Oh, honey, it doesn’t matter, does it?” Kate said, “Come to bed and I’ll pay up.”
She winked. The way Kate was acting, I could almost believe Sam was in for a fun night.
“What do you have?” Sam asked again.
He was still sitting on the floor, scrunched up against the wall.
“Fine,” Kate said, “I had a 4, OK?”
“No you didn’t. Don’t do that. Don’t pull that pity shit. I called your bet. Let me see your card.”
Kate reached down and picked up her card. She showed us the four of hearts.
“See,” Kate said, “you won.”
Jack held up his Jack and then threw it to the ground. The corner bent a little when it hit. Oh well, time for new cards. Maybe I’d pick up some nice plastic ones on the way home, like they used in casinos or on TV.
“Great,” Kate said, “You won, OK? Let’s go to bed.”
“Hang on,” Sam said, “you have to get your punishment.”
“Oh honey, jerking you off isn’t a…”
“No. You’re not jerking me off. You bet a hand job. I want to see a hand job,” Sam said.
We were all drawn back to the circle, like being pulled into the spiral of a whirlpool.
“OK, honey,” Kate said, like talking to a toddler, “Whatever you want. I don’t really know the difference between jerking you off and a hand job but… Whatever you want. You win.”
Sam stared straight ahead.
“It’s my win. I get to set the rules. Isn’t that right, Jason? That’s how you set it up, right?”
“Yeah man. That’s how we set it up.”
Kate looked at Sam, confused. We all did.
“Nudity,” Sam said. Kate cocked an eyebrow.
“You bet nudity and you lost,” he said, almost agitated.
“Oh,” Kate smiled, “Of course you’re right.”
She popped up and started undoing her bra.
Sam, you magnificent bastard!
The hottest girl in the house was giving us one last look before calling it a night. Was Sam doing this to rub it in my face? To show everyone what, exactly, he was taking to bed every night? No doubt.
But whatever, man, his gain was my… also gain.
Kate let the black lacy cups of her bra fall away.
“Holy…” Ashley exclaimed under her breath.
When the woman with the world’s most amazing breasts is in awe of your breasts? Dude that’s saying something right there.
Kate’s tits were legitimately, naturally enormous. Despite their size, they barely sagged at all. Her areola were large, matching the size of her chest. Large brown nipples crinkled forward, showing just the hint of arousal.
I noticed Emma hugging her arms to her chest, self-conscious. Even Kristen, no slouch in the size department herself, had a look on her face like she was an amateur golfer watching Tiger Woods for the first time.
We were all so transfixed by her boobs, we almost missed checking out the rest. Kate kicked off her lacy black panties. Her lips were nice and full. Her pink nubby peeked out from behind her labia, just begging to be sucked.
That bald little pussy was as pretty as any I’d ever seen. It was unfair, really. Kate was so beautiful. Did she need to have the world’s sweetest looking snatch, as well?
The process of ending the gameNthe cleaning, the arguingNhad left my little man feeling a bit down. After this display, he could have been used to knock down the doors of medieval castles he was so stiff. It was like every cock and clit and nipple in the room saw the amazing beauty that was before them and stood at attention in a show of admiration and respect.
Kate did a cute little twirl. Her shoulder length brown hair spun with her, landing slightly askew. She adorably tucked it behind her ear.
“Ready baby?” she asked.
Holy fuck. We were all ready. Holy fucking fuck.
“Now the rest,” Sam said.
Kate looked down at herself, trying to figure out what she had forgotten to take off.
“No no no,” Sam said, “the hand job.”
“Oh! Right. Sorry baby,” Kate said, “but wouldn’t you rather we do it in our room instead of in front of all your friends?”
Sam just glared at her.
“OK. Hang on. Let me go get one of your condoms from the bedroom and I’ll…”
“Not me,” Sam said.
“What?”
OK, if we weren’t already confused enough…
“It’s my win. It’s my rules. We all agreed.”
“Well, of course, honey, but…”
“I don’t want you to give me a hand job,” Sam said.
“You want me to… I should… you want me to jerk of Jason?” Kate asked.
Oh shit.
That might have been the worst thing she could have said. I totally did not want that. I mean, OK, I totally did want that. But I didn’t want it in a way that would be so completely humiliating to my best friend. And don’t think he missed how suddenly eager she sounded when asking, either. Sam couldn’t hold me responsible for something his girlfriend stupidly said, could he?
“No,” Sam said, “I want you to give one to yourself.”
He stood up and, grabbed one of the half-empty wine bottles lying around the living room. He took a deep swig, like he was in a Disney pirate movie. Then he set the bottle back on the table.
“Honey… you know I don’t…”
“They’re not my rules. You lost the bet. You have to pay up.”
“I don’t want to do that,” Kate said. She held her ground.
“I didn’t want to show everyone my cock. Krissy didn’t want to kiss her best friend.”
“But that’s different. That’s… Baby, you know I don’t like to do that. It’s… well, it’s dirty,” Katie said, quietly.
“Oh please. Really?” Ashley asked.
“We talked about this,” Kate chided her friend.
“Sure. Doesn’t mean you get a free pass now.”
“I had to kiss my best friend, on the lips,” Kristen was close to tears now, “I’m going to hell because of this stupid game. I didn’t get to back out. What makes you think you can?”
This was where Kate’s beauty kind of backfired on her. Guys would absolutely let her get away with murder, but girlsNeven really super pretty girlsNonly resented her for it. If it had been Ashley or Emma or almost any other girl, they’d probably just let it go.
Heck, if Kate had just stayed dressed, the others might have just felt pity, or tired, and called it. But no. Kate had to show off. She had to shake her big perfect titties in everyone’s faces. She had to twirl her pert little bottom. She took her ‘get out of masturbating free’ card and tossed it away.
Ashley walked over and gave Kristen a little squeeze around the shoulders. I should have been touched, but instead I found myself wishing Kristen would reach over and tweak Ashley’s little perfect nipple in return.
“If it makes you feel any better,” Ashley told Kristen quietly, “I think you only go to hell if you enjoyed it.”
“Fuck. I really am going to hell, then,” Kristen said. Ashley’s jaw dropped.
“Christ, Kate. It’s a little stroke session. You’re not assassinating the pope. Could you please just rub one out so we can get to sleep?” Emma asked.
Like I said, she and Kate never really got along.
“Fine,” Kate said. She grabbed one of the blankets from the couch and laid it on the floor.
“Y’know what? Fine. Assholes.”
She lay down on the blanket and stared up at the ceiling. We all stood around herNlike some strange Celtic ceremony or a really fucked up wake. I dimmed the lights. Somehow it felt at least a little less weird that way.
For a while Kate just lay there. Emma was about to say something but I shushed her. Then Kate slowly slid her right hand down, starting at her neck, over the mound of her breast and across her flat stomach, nestling her fingers where her pubic hairs would have been.
Very subtly, she dipped the tip of her finger inside herself, then brought it out. She smeared the liquid around her clit, like spreading a rub on a piece of steak before grilling it. Then she dipped back in again.
After going the well a few times, Kate was clearly getting into a groove. Her legs were now bent open, welcoming. Her hot little hole opened and closed, like it was gasping for air. But it didn’t want oxygen. That gorgeous cunt was desperate for cockNa hungry little mouth searching, begging for something to satisfy her appetite.
Kate made a low groan. She just rubbed her clit now, back and forth, with her right hand. Her left was perched on her breast, rubbing in time with her right, pausing only occasionally to tweak her brown nipple.
The room smelled strongly of pussy and, strangely, cinnamon. Kate squeakedN, a gasp that caught in her throat. Her left hand raced down from her titty. She jammed a good two fingers inside her hungry puss.
Kate pumped her hand in and out. It made loud squelching sounds. She rubbed that little clitty for all it was worth. She started to tense. Her back started to arch. Then she made a frustrated noise and uncoiled.