The New Playmate's Surprise

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MaxSebastian
MaxSebastian
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"It'll really start testing the brave now," Anna said, taking a big sip of punch. Her nipples were pretty much visible – hard as hard could be – so she was already being one of the brave. "Next is skirts or pants."

"You nervous?"

"Not really – I'm not single."

"So?"

"So who d'you think's gonna be playing the party games later, huh? They won't be for couples, take it from me."

"How d'you know?"

"Well, between you and me, Francesca's got this whole idea that tonight's going to see loads of couples set up. Like, at the end of it none of the single people here will be single."

"Those that are left, you mean."

"Yeah, those that are left. So, are you going to be left?"

"I guess," the redhead said, unable to conceal a slight nervousness following Anna's divulgence of Francesca's plans.

"You've got nothing to worry about," Anna smiled, "I've seen what you've got, remember? You'll knock 'em dead."

"Thanks," the red-haired schoolgirl blushed a little.

"So, has she got her eye on anyone yet?" That was Penny, their raven-haired classmate joining them now. Like Lucy, she didn't have the largest breasts in the world, but with only a black lace bra covering them, it was clear from the furtive glances from some of the boys around them that they were shapely enough.

"I don't know," Anna said, "I think she does, but she won't say."

Penny laughed, "You know, in a way I envy you, Luce. I get the feeling it's going to be quite something tonight – you'll have to tell us all about it tomorrow."

Lucy felt butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach. What was going to happen later that night? For a brief moment – just a flash – she caught the eye of that dark-haired guy, the cool, handsome one talking to Charlie. He smiled – did he? Was he smiling at her? It was just a flash. Oh, but it was a nice smile. She blushed and looked away. Damn, she wasn't normally like this! When she'd fancied a bit of Jonny, she'd virtually bounded right up to him, hadn't she?

But this guy was different. Jonny was great, but this guy made her heart burn just looking at him. And underneath her skirt, her panties were soaking.

7

Charlie was kind of cool. Talking to him like this, Michael had to admit it was a shame he hadn't spent more time through school getting to know his classmates. He'd never really stopped to think it might be a refreshing change from constantly hanging out in his parents' garage with Zip, Jules and Gringo. And some of them clearly had great connections – all these seriously tasty girls – damn!

"So what sort of stuff do you guys play?" Charlie was asking.

"Oh, you know, kind of varies really. We play covers a lot when we're doing gigs in bars and so on, but we're doing more of our own stuff nowadays, too."

But talking to Charlie, he couldn't help but be distracted by the red-haired girl across the room. Wow – she was quite something. She might not have had the tanned skin like some of the other girls in the room, but those green eyes, that smile, that red hair. He'd always wondered what it would be like with a red-head. Not that he'd been out with many girls yet, but red hair was so uncommon, and seemed to hold a certain mystery on a girl as pretty as that.

Perhaps he should go talk to her, see if she was single. But somehow, though he had never had much of a problem talking to the opposite sex before, he just didn't quite feel able.

Now the hostess came around again, interrupting his thoughts. Francesca, that was her name. Kind of pretty, too – a surprising number of girls here tonight were attractive, he'd noticed – but not a patch on that red-head as far as he was concerned.

"Next item, guys!" she called, and the room came alive with a new kind of conversation – louder, more animated, excited, nervous.

"Well, here we go!" Charlie chuckled and began taking his pants off.

"Hey guys!" It was Charlie's friend, Leo. Sporty type, but kind of cool nevertheless though he wouldn't ordinarily be the type Michael would mix with – at school or outside. Leo was already wearing only his boxer shorts, and said: "This is where it gets serious, huh?"

Michael took off his jeans, making sure the fly on his boxers was fully buttoned up – didn't want anything escaping right now. Some of the girls were taking off their skirts or pants – damn, this was serious! What an amazing night! He was standing in a room with a bunch of girls from the girls' school standing around in just their bras and panties! And some of them had even decided to take off their bras, leaving on their skirts or pants but baring their breasts completely!

He had to be very careful – he didn't want to get an erection right now, he really didn't.

"You and Penny took your time," Charlie said to Leo. "Almost pointless you being here tonight, the amount of time you two – "

"She's kind of horny, that one," Leo grinned. "How long d'you think you and Anna will stay?"

Michael tried to look as though he was paying attention to the conversation, but he noticed that the red-haired girl was removing her bra. Oh. My. God. It was like his insides had caught fire: he had to hold his beer in front of his crotch in case anyone saw his reaction. She had taken off her bra to reveal beautiful little breasts, so pert and peaked with hard little bright pink nipples that were stiff from the sudden exposure.

Charlie said: "We'll stay a while, I guess. You know the party games are a non-couple zone?"

"Yeah. Singles only."

Michael's ears pricked up at this. "How come?" he asked.

"You see that red-head over there?" Leo said, and Michael nearly blushed at the reference to the girl he'd developed such a colossal crush on. "That's Lucy, she's like Francesca's best friend and Francesca is desperate for her to meet someone, so there's going to be party games for all the singles left when all the clothes are off."

Lucy, then. That was her name. Lucy. Beautiful: it completely suited her. So she was single, then. Michael felt the fires inside him stoked up at this news. But it still didn't help him with the problem of how to approach her.

8

A lot of the people had gone by now, though there were still fifteen girls and twelve guys that Michael counted.

A glance at his watch, and it that that time drawing near again. The next step would be interesting: the girls would all have only one item left, and the guys – well, they already had only one item left, so that meant... A little unfair, really, the girls had an advantage in this kind of thing, what with wearing more items of clothing.

In the kitchen, which opened on into the living room in a fairly open-plan way, he went to the fridge and got another beer, opened it and took a big swig. If he was going to have to bare all in front of a bunch of schoolgirls dressed in nothing but panties, he was going to need a lot of alcohol in his system. It was good they'd all been told they could stay the night here.

Francesca called to everyone: "Okay, girls, you have to take off another item. Guys, you have a bye to the next round, to even up the score."

A wave of relief swept through Michael: he could keep his boxers on for now. But once again, the danger was from the rising erection inside. The girls were all removing their bras or their skirts or pants now, leaving them like the boys, with just their crotches covered now. Most were in seriously skimpy panties, thongs and g-strings, however, so on the whole the boys were doing slightly better in the concealment stakes.

"Hey, how you doing?" It was Francesca, the hostess, wearing just a pair of pink cotton panties with a red heart printed over the place where her pubic hair would have been. "Michael, isn't it?"

He was a little surprised she knew his name, actually. "Uh, yeah," he said.

"You having fun so far?" she asked as she ladled some more punch into her glass.

"Absolutely," he smiled. "It's a pretty wild party – you guys are nuts to have come up with this!"

Francesca grinned. "It's funny, we were all kind of reserved about this kind of thing before Lucy got us going."

"Lucy?"

"Oh, have you met her? She's... ah, she's over there, you see? The red-head with the white thongs. White thongs – what am I talking about? There's only one redhead here!"

"Uh... no," he said, "I don't think we've met."

"You like her, huh?" she said perceptively. Had she noticed his blush? Damn, he was like an open book. "Lucy hooked up me and Jonny – a well as Anna and Charlie and Penny and Leo. She's pretty wild, actually. She's been a little quiet tonight – I'm not sure why. I guess everyone's like that a bit tonight, what with everything!"

"I guess," he said.

A couple of girls were leaving the party, obviously deciding it was all getting a little much. Michael detected a little disappointment on Francesca's face, but it soon passed.

"You staying for the next round?" she asked.

"Uh... yeah, I guess..."

"Great! Plenty of single girls left!"

9

Eleven o'clock – the grandfather clock began to strike the hour, and those that were left in Francesca's house let up a jubilant cheer. The alcohol had set in, and all was set for Francesca to announce: "That's it: last item of clothing, ladies and gentlemen!"

Michael noticed that Charlie and his friend Leo had gone – with their respective girlfriends – home for the evening. Most of the couples had, in fact, though there hadn't been too many in the first place. Aside from Jonny and Francesca, it was pretty much singles-only now. That was a good thing: they were all in the same boat, now. What happened tonight would remain among them for the most part. Looking at each other to see who was left, the fifteen or sixteen of them had serious expressions on their faces for a moment, as if issuing an unspoken pledge of confidentiality.

Who it was that first made the move, Michael didn't see, but suddenly they were all doing it: stooping to draw boxers or briefs or thongs or g-strings down their teenaged legs.

And they were naked.

Jesus. Even with the alcohol running through his veins, causing that comforting warm, fuzzy feeling, it was a big thing. Like being in a nudist colony, but none of them were confirmed nudists: it was just as strange to them as it was to him. There were a few nervous laughs, though not at anyone. Most of them held their drinks or their hands in front of their exposed crotches. Damn!

Sneaking glimpses of pussy hair here and there. Little firm breasts everywhere, hard nipples. Slender stomachs and slim thighs. It was hard to keep the old man down.

"I can't believe we all went through with it," Michael said, as if on autopilot. But he was speaking everyone's thoughts.

"Okay, girls, put your panties in this basket here," Francesca said, pointing at one of two laundry baskets sitting at the edge of the room. "Guys, put your underwear in that one. I'll tell you why later."

They all did as they were asked.

Francesca continued. "Okay," she said. "As you all have probably found out by now, tonight is all about setting you guys up. I'm not saying any relationships we start here are going to work out, but it'll be fun to try, huh? So here's some ground rules: you can't leave the games unless you're a couple. Deal?"

"Deal," they all agreed in unison.

Wow. This was seriously serious. Michael shrugged, he supposed that ultimately most people this age who was single didn't want to be single. And looking around those present, none of them were exactly unattractive. Plus the influence of the alcohol: it looked like tonight could well set up a lot of couples. Eight girls, Michael counted. Seven guys – no, eight, including himself. Well, that was pretty handy.

"But if two of you feel the need, you can leave together at any point," the petite blonde said. Jonny was still wearing boxers. Still, he wasn't part of the game, after all, so Michael supposed it didn't matter. He seemed to be moving some of the dining room chairs into the living room as Francesca laid down what was going to happen.

"Okay, we need to break some ice here, I think, and get you girls introduced to you guys," Francesca said. True enough, it was slightly awkward, everyone standing there trying to keep their crotches covered, taking the odd slurp of beer or punch.

"So," she went on, "the first game is musical chairs. Guys, you all take a chair..."

They did so: the chairs were back to back, two rows of four. Michael sat with his hands in his lap, aiding the concealment of his penis. A glimpse either side, and he noted that the other guys were doing exactly the same. Now when had musical chairs ever been played like this?

"Girls, you're going to sit on someone's lap here, and when the music plays, you and your partner are going to French kiss. When the music stops, you move on to another guy, and go with him as the music plays – and so on."

Well, here it started. Michael shifted his cock so that it was tucked safely between his thighs. He noticed that the other guys did likewise. Now the girls came and stood by each of the guys. A sweet brunette came up to Michael, and following the example of the other girls, sat down on his lap. He couldn't help but get a seriously good view of her pussy as she did so, and he was very thankful his cock was tucked away.

"Hi, I'm Samantha," she said with a nervous smile.

"Michael," he replied with a smile that tried to be encouraging. "Wild party, huh?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I've never done anything like this before."

He tried not to look as though he was inspecting her in anyway, checking out her supple breasts, looking down to the little triangle of brown hair between her thighs, but it was difficult not to when you had a beautiful naked girl on your lap. It was going to be a weird night.

He wondered if he was going to get the chance to kiss Lucy. Chances were that she would pick someone before she got to be with him. Who knew? Part of the excitement that made his heart tremble was knowing that he was going to end up with someone that night, but not knowing who.

"Okay, ready?" Francesca asked them. "Then let the games begin!"

The music began – fairly slushy stuff, David Gray, maybe, Michael guessed, not bad he had to admit, especially for this romantic occasion. Samantha leaned forwards, pressing herself against him, her breasts connecting with his chest, her soft lips touching down on his. It was nice – tender, soft, wet, their tongues dancing together, exploring each other, their hands running through each other's hair, caressing their cheeks, their necks, their backs. She was wearing kind of fruity perfume, and as they kissed, he could taste the traces of punch in her mouth.

But it was all over fairly quickly. Or, at least, it seemed that way, although time had a funny way of changing speed when you were engaged in intimate acts like that.

"All move round," Francesca said.

"You're a great kisser," Samantha said a little breathlessly as she rose to her feet.

"You too," he said with a smile. But both of them knew it was too early to go making any decisions.

Next was Sadie, who had long blonde hair and a fairly skinny body, with very little in the way of public hair. She had pretty blue eyes, which she kept open as the music began and they started to kiss. She was a good kisser, too, and her fairly large breasts were crushed against his chest as they fumbled around. She picked up his hands and placed them on her breasts, and he caressed and massaged them as they went, pinching her hard nipples as he felt the blood pumping into his cock.

When the music stopped, and Sadie picked herself up off his lap, he noticed that her pussy lips were glistening with her moisture. Wow. These girls!

Next came Natasha, a mousy-haired girl who didn't seem to have much chemistry with him, then Vicky, a raven-haired bombshell who also made him touch her breasts as they kissed, and got so wrapped up in it that by the end Michael could feel her juices spread over his thighs.

Then Claire, who didn't really do it for him, and Katie, who was trying too hard and wasn't relaxing into it.

Last girl but one was a certain extremely attractive red-head.

She was so breathtakingly gorgeous, however, that he couldn't get her out of his mind – and he realised he was going to have to try, otherwise his cock was going to become erect, and there would be no hiding that. But it was difficult to get her out of his head, her pretty green eyes, vibrant red hair, small but pert breasts, trim but pale figure.

"Hi, I'm Lucy," she said in a soft voice.

"M-Michael," he said, stammering slightly through the nerves.

"Nice to meet you," she smiled and moved as to sit on his lap. "May I?" she asked.

"Sure, I mean of course," he said, feeling foolish, hoping she wasn't seeing him blush.

She sat on his lap, and he couldn't bring himself to look at her below chin level – he was so nervous. He felt a slight tremble in her, though, through his thighs, and wondered if she was feeling the same nerves.

Then the music began, and she kissed him, and all the awkwardness between them seemed to melt away. It felt so right, so perfect. Her mouth so soft, so sweet as it explored his, her hands holding his head while his hands held hers, moving to caress each other's cheeks, run fingers through silky hair, eyes periodically opening to look at the other, wide in wonderment at the undeniable spark between them.

When it came to an end, he found himself sitting there in a daze. She lifted herself from his lap, and kissed him softly one more time before moving on.

Sadly for Becky, the last girl, Michael's heart just wasn't in it while she was on his lap. The memory of Lucy was burned into his consciousness now.

10

"Okay, girls – take a chair," said Francesca. "Guys, I want each of you to pick out a pair of the girls' panties from this basket."

What were they doing? Like most of the other guys – those who weren't completely plastered already – Michael did his best to cover his manhood as he lined up to do as they were being asked. Why did they have to pick out a pair of the girls' panties? The girls, meanwhile, were doing their best to cover their pussies and their breasts as they sat down on the two lines of chairs laid out back-to-back. Damn, they were gorgeous – how could one school have so many beauties, one class, for God's sake?

And Lucy was still here, too. Michael tore his eyes off her as her eyes seemed to connect with his for a split second. Had she seen him staring at her? Damn it, she must think him a real idiot. He cursed that he hadn't had enough to make him as drunk as the others.

Now, here he was at the basket.

"Pick one," said Francesca, standing beside the basket. Damn – look at her! She had a shaven pussy! Jesus, these girls were incredible – Jonathan had done well there.

But now Michael's gaze was elsewhere: tucked away towards the back of the basket, he saw the tiny pair of white lace thongs, which he knew were hers. Jesus – did he dare take them? Would she know he had hers? What was this all about, anyway?

"Go ahead," Francesca prompted him, and blushing, he picked out the little white thongs – the panties that had until recently sat so snugly against the pussy of the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Quickly, hoping noone had noticed his blush, he edged away to the back of the room, his heart pounding, the rest of the guys picking out the remainder of the girls' panties. He saw a few of the guys laughing, some even taking little sniffs of the underwear they held, laughing about it but still none the wiser about what all this was about.

Joining in with their high jinks, Michael pressed the white thongs against his nose briefly, breathing in the scent of the slightly damp part that had been pressed against Lucy's vagina all night. Wow. Afraid that his cock was going to become hard as a statue, Michael tore the panties away from his face – Jesus, that was her scent – not just that sweet perfume of hers, but a musky, exotic scent that could be nothing but her arousal.

MaxSebastian
MaxSebastian
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