I'm trying something new with this one, so let me know if you'd like me to keep going. The fun part doesn't really start until halfway through, so skip to about there if that's all you're here for. If you've got ideas or suggestions as to what you want story wise (or sex wise), put 'em below and I'll consider it. Enjoy!
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The five of them were sitting around the coffee table, drinks in hand and smiles on faces. The group was as tight knit as they'd ever been. They'd grown together, moved together, lived together. They were in their second year of college, and life was good. By now, they were a single unit. They couldn't live without each other.
Kai looked out at his four closest friends in the world. Lucas was headstrong, with a stronger jawline. It was a miracle he hung out with them at all, the group just lucked into befriending their school's breakout rugby star before he had his growth spurt. Now, he was a 5'10, buff as fuck adonis (at least, that's how he'd tell it). Even if you hated the guy, you'd have to give it to him, he had a body to die for. By senior year, he had the intimidating look, and in the two years since, he gained the ego to go with it. His dark hair was in a near perpetual buzz cut, connected to a neat, short beard. Needless to say, he definitely got around the most. A steady stream of women maintained his ego, and his friends were there to keep him humble.
Iris was to his left, her high laughter cutting through everyone else's. She was definitely the heart, the one who made sure they stayed together, the one who made the plans. Her calm, level headed demeanor was always there to reassure, to comfort. She was the shoulder (or lap, or chest) to cry on. They'd never get
anything
done without her, their certified mom friend. Her soft brunette hair bordered on blonde, framing pale chubby cheeks that made her face all the more inviting. Her soft personality and incessant neatness was complimented well by her appearance. At 5'9, she was the definition of a thick hourglass figure. Her soft stomach gave way to thick thighs and a thicker ass, with truly distracting DD cups to match. Any part of her could smother someone ---- and they'd thank her. She'd been joking with her friends about being a 'milf in training' for years, and there was a crowd of men (and women) begging to help her achieve that goal. Still, the beautiful girl kept mostly to herself and her group, only interacting with those outside it in fleeting flings and short relationships she describes with excruciating detail. Every sexual encounter she had was shared to the group with waiting ears.
Jake sat to Lucas' right with the same lacking confidence as always. His sandy blonde hair stretched down to his green eyes, the same haircut he had as the little nerd he was when they met. He was growing more and more sure of himself as school went on. Finally, his 5'8 frame wasn't hidden by his slouching. He was smart, pretty damn charismatic ---- but as thin as a twig. Despite all that soccer practice he watched every day in high school (according to him, definitely not to stare at the women's team captain), he hadn't gained a pound of muscle since freshman gym. No one would guess he'd study Business, but he had a mind for Econ and Accounting like no one else.
And then there was Gwen. Mean Gwen, funny Gwen, hot-as-shit Gwen. She was by far the shortest of the bunch at 5'2. She had a flat stomach, but a tight, round ass that drew the attention of even her closest friends. Her C cups were restrained enough by sports bras to get in plenty of cardio ---- thankfully, cause she couldn't lift for shit. She was lithe, strong, but nowhere near physically imposing. Try as she might, she remained the same petite girl she's always been. Anyone who reminded her of this fun fact got a swift reminder that despite her size, she was plenty strong and willing enough to sock them in the stomach ---- don't fuck with the girl who took after school MMA classes for fun.
The petite fighter worked as hard as possible to counteract her small stature with a big personality. She slept around as much as the next girl, but was always chased,
never
the chaser. She knew her worth. If someone wanted to fuck her, they'd need to put the work in. It made her abrasive to most, but nicest to those who were already in her life (well, relatively). She was competitive as hell, she never did anything she thought she couldn't win ---- and she always won because of it. Her natural blonde hair had been dyed the same shade of pastel pink since they'd all met. She knew she was never really gonna beat the dumb blonde stereotype ---- she wasn't one, just not smart enough to offset it ---- but she could damn sure avoid it. Blondes were bubbly, she was sarcastic. Blondes giggled, she made the jokes. Blondes were nice, her, not as much. She was no bully, but poking fun at her friends ---- that's fair game.
And then there was Kai himself. His tanned skin paired well with black hair and hazel eyes. He was an attractive enough guy, and smart enough to gain the scholarships that let him go to college. He was the tallest, 6'1. If he was dumber, he'd make light of how much he towered over Gwen, but he had learned better over the years. As the group dynamic developed, he became Gwen's butt of every joke. Iris was too sweet to make fun of, Jake was too easy, and Lucas was no fun ---- there's always that threat that he'd pin you ---- which left Kai as her best target. She still doled out her insults to everyone ---- Lucas was stupid, Jake was the little nerd pining over the impossibly popular girl, and Iris deserved no ridicule ---- so Kai could handle it best.
He was strong, stronger than her, and big, but nice enough to let her poke her fun anyways. He rarely dished it back, but was the only one who really could. Everyone else either lacked the resolve or the wit. Still, years and years of her ridicule made their relationship what it was. They had a joking rivalry, they were the ones at odds. She gave him his birthday punches, she checked his ego, he tested the limits of her patience. Despite all the jokes, the same as any of them, they had that special bond, that kind of love.
"You're a fuckin pussyyyyyyy." Gwen yelled at Kai across the room.
Yep, he felt the love.
"I'm not a pussy for not wanting to play Truth or Dare, Gwen." He replied.
"Puuuuuussyyyyyyy." She hollered, throwing her head back.
"C'mon Gwen, that's not nice." Iris interjected.
"Yeah Gwen." Lucas interjected. He started to snicker. "Even if he is being a quivering, quivering pussy."
"Guys." Kai shouted. "We're not 14 anymore, we don't need to play
Truth or Dare.
We're adults." He held up his beer. "With adult drinks! I'm sure we can do better than every middle schooler's go to party game."
"He's right guys." Gwen relented. "We should play Truth or Drink instead!"
The group let out a cheer of agreement, drowning out Kai's 'no'. The girls, both clad in their pajamas, walked across the room to the kitchen area to grab drinks. Their pajamas reflected their personalities. Iris wore skin-tight grey joggers to keep her legs warm paired with a low cut tank top to not overheat, a perfect plan to balance out her temperature. Gwen wore shorts and an old school t-shirt ---- the text stretched across tits that had grown significantly since she'd got it ---- to keep as cold as possible, preferring that over the hassle of growing too hot and too cold in the same night. Iris' massive ass made any pajama pants, those included, skin tight, which bothered absolutely no one, and Gwen's booty shorts were pulled high enough to perfectly frame her bubble butt. Gwen reached toward the cabinet for plastic cups, her tight t-shirt riding up and exposing the skin of her back. She jumped at the shelf and waved her arms, unable to reach it. She heard snickers come from the guys, whipping her head around to give a silencing death glare. Iris playfully hip bumped her to the side and managed to snag the prize. The girls poured cool beers into the cups ----the group insisted it gave their nights a more 'party feel'---- brought them over, and the game commenced. They'd known each other so long that they didn't have tiny secrets to let out anymore. They went straight for the throat.
"Lucas!" Gwen yelled. "Have you thought of anyone in this room while pulling your pud?"
He opened his mouth as if he was going to respond, closed it, and took a big swig instead.
"That's a definite yes! I bet it's Iris huh? Big stud wants to fuck the group mom?"
"Awww" Iris teased. She leaned over in her low cut tank top and shook her chest at him. "You don't have to be ashamed Lucas." She teased in a patronizing voice that bordered on sultry.
He let out a laugh and tried to pretend he wasn't looking. "I took my drink, I keep my silence. Next!"
They went on for hours. The questions got more personal, secrets and admissions they didn't want getting out, which led to them all getting piss drunk.
"Okay o-o-kay" Lucas said through his laughs. They were an hour into the game now, and well past sober. "One last round. I'll give us a softball, 'cause I don't think any of us can take another drink. What were your guys' best times?"
"Best times?" Jake asked.
"You knoow. Clapping cheeks. Makin' looove. Fucking!" Lucas replied.
"Alright, alright, me first." Iris said. She gave her answer with nearly no hesitation, always happy to brag about her conquests. "It was definitely Chase, that guy from last spring? I treated that asshole better than he deserved, but he knew
just
how to treat mine." She said with a sly smile, biting her lip like she was re-experiencing the memory right there.
"Niiiiice Iris." Lucas said. "Alright, you're safe. You next, Jake."
