The Afterparty: Backyard Games

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All characters are 18+.

The Afterparty is a longstanding collection of stories focused on a group of friends playing a Daring game after a house party originally developed by Cloontang1. There are many variations of the story, and this is just one of mine.

You can expect a wild game of dares between college students that only gets wilder as the night wears on, including but not limited to handjobs, blowjobs, best friends, crushes, MF, MFF, MMF, MMMF, MFFF, anal, and other naughty fun. This story was originally written in short chapters and is collected here into one story for Literotica.

Please note: This story is NOT like or connected to my other story The Afterparty: The Bully, which was a specifically 'anti-hero' spin. Backyard Games fits much more into my usual content themes.

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If I was being honest with myself, even though some of my closest friends were at the party I was still starting to feel like it might have been a better idea to stay home that night. My Eng310 course was kicking my ass with the number of readings every week, and I'd proven to myself over and over again that I 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 night a good eighty people might filter through before most of them went out to one of the student bars or clubs by midnight.

The night had gone pretty much as usual. Matt and I had driven over from the little student flat we 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 overspent on the 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 that month. Matt had been crushing on the redhead for almost as long as I had been on our other friend Miranda -- I 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 I met Miranda?

I hadn't bothered to spend as much time primping for the party as Matt had, just throwing on a clean t-shirt and some jeans. I could pass muster if we 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 we picked her up from her place she was wearing a tank top underneath a zip-up hoodie, a pair of ripped skinny jeans and her beaten-up converse shoes. Her small breasts -- I'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. I was thankful, figuring that my oldest friend wasn't interested in 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, classic Irish green eyes and fiery hair. When Matt and Nicole and I had walked in the door she had come over and given us all big hugs, pressing her big tits against us unapologetically, and I noticed Matt gave her just a fraction longer of a hug, and maybe just a bit more of a squeeze. I'd been shaking my head with a bit of a smirk at my friend's disastrous desires when Miranda had swept through the front hallway like an angel, freezing my feet to the ground. My own disaster crush had arrived.

When I did some occasional navel-gazing and thought about the girls I had crushed on in my life, both back in high school and celebrities, my 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 -- our mothers had been Sorority Sisters way back when and we 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 shiny 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. It ended higher than mid-thigh but she wore a pair of shiny black leggings that almost looked like leather to keep her modesty. Strappy heels made her legs go on forever, putting her at eye level with me.

Her welcoming grin had been sweet and happy, and she'd hugged me, and I'd self-consciously moved my hips back just slightly so she wouldn't feel the chub forming in my pants.

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

Other students, some we knew and some we 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 briefly 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 I was doing (or not doing) with Miranda, and helped her out more than once with carrying things, cleaning spilled drinks and sending a couple of the overly-drunk guests out the door.

That left me, watching Miranda make her way through the party like an effortless Ghost of Coed Present (as an English major, Dickens jokes are fair game), spending most of my time at the party with Nicole. We chatted with friends and acquaintances, shared a six-pack of coolers (her choice, not mine) 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 him a nipple to distract him which she was having one of, that Nicole noticed me staring across the room and out into the hall where Miranda was standing talking to some people who were leaving the house. Nicole elbowed me in the side and shot me a 'go talk to her' urge with her eyes, gesturing for me to walk over.

I 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 the brunette was waving goodbye to the people leaving the party. Panic rose quickly in my throat like bile, imagining the things Nicole might tell Miranda -- Nicole knew things about me 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. I forgot about my panic quickly, distracted by a buddy coming over with a beer in each hand and a grin.

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It was late and almost everyone had headed out from the party. Nicole and I were chatting in the living room while Tom, Matt and Sarah were in the kitchen across the 'open concept' area. I had just started to stretch and make motions that I 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 me as she abruptly jumped up from the couch. "Let's play a game."

Now, usually when Nicole said that, she wanted to play Risk or Smallworld or another board game with me and Matt and maybe another friend or two. I wouldn't have minded teaching Miranda about some of our favourite games at all, 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 I suddenly got the feeling this was possibly a scripted encounter. "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 I knew this must have been scripted. Or at least planned. But why?

"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.

I wasn'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. I also had to consider what exactly Nicole, of all the people to propose this, had in mind because my best friend could be sneaky when she wanted to.

"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, I would have felt relatively safe playing a game like this. With him in the mix, well, I didn't want to think about what could go wrong.

"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, Matty?"

"Sure, absolutely," he agreed. It was clear to me that he had one thing on his mind -- how far could he get with Sarah during this game?

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

I looked around the room, eyes landing on Tom for a long moment as he made a shooing gesture at me, 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," I gulped. "Let's play."

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

Nicole followed me 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 centre 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 Tom, Matt and I all got a little view. As she got back to her feet, Sarah winked at me as I 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 me a smile, patting the seat next to her. The bench rocked a bit as I settled down, and she playfully patted my leg. "This is going to be fun," she said.

"Sure," I said, giving her a half smile back. My stomach was churning just a little bit. Usually, during the day at school or meeting somewhere to study, I wasn't so fucking nervous around Miranda. It was the combination of how good she looked when she dressed up like tonight, how long I had stumbled around trying to ask her out, and whatever this plan was that my scheming best friend had initiated. I 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 me and Miranda, and Nicole slipped into the other chair beside us, crossing her legs as she zipped up her hoodie and then looked over at me and winked. Her little sneaky smirk didn't help calm me 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 a 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 centre 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 asked.

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?" I asked.

"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 penalising-"

"Shut up, Tom," Nicole cut him off. I couldn't help but notice Sarah and Miranda both hiding their own chuckles, and I suppressed my 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 for free, but if you do it again 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 Matt and I 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. My chest tightened just a little as she glanced at me, but 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, swivelling 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 aking her lean back into Tom, the back of her head resting on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder with a smirk.

Matt looked conflicted, but then sighed. "Alright, I guess it could be worse."

"What, do you hate 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 at her ankle 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 her leg over the armrest so he could reach both feet. "Now rub me, footman," she crooned, making everyone laugh. Everyone but Tom, who I noticed was staring down Sarah's dress at her cleavage, which I was pretty sure he had a 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 me and made eye contact before looking back at Miranda. "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 me, then back at John. "What if I double-dog dare you?"

"I think it's time for me to leave," I said, starting to stand up only half joking.

Miranda grabbed my hand and pulled me back down, her soft fingers wrapping around mine 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."

I sat back and tried desperately not to immediately pop a boner as Miranda half stood from the swinging seat beside me and swivelled to straddle my lap. She sat back on my legs for a moment, and I 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 me want to rip the whole thing to pieces, and as she gazed back at me she licked her lips slightly and smirked. My hands had fallen to her legs and I squeezed the weird, rubbery shiny fabric of her leggings.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied. "Do your worst."

"Alright," she grinned, then took my jaw in one hand and tilted my head back, exposing my neck. For a moment I had a flash of all the supernatural shows and movies I watched with Nicole, and wondered if I was getting sacrificed to Vampire Miranda. She was definitely hot enough to be one, and that would explain my inability to fucking talk to her at night when her powers were at their fullest.

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

This, I quickly decided, was what heaven must have felt like.

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

My own hands had travelled up from the top of her lower thighs without me really thinking about it and now I was holding her hips with both under the hem of her dress, alternating squeezing and gripping.

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

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