Chapter 4 - Saturday Breakfast

Diane woke me up in the middle of the night, expressing her nerves about the challenges ahead.

“Gemma couldn’t help but lose on that challenge,” Diane explained, her voice tense. “She had a disadvantage from the start. Everyone knew her boobs were the biggest.”

I could understand her concerns and tried to reassure her.

“Can you give me an example of a challenge that you might lose? You can do anything,” I asked, hoping to ease her worries.

“Best blowjob competition?”, she answered in a shy voice

“You would get a lot of favorite points I think”, I replied with a giggle in my voice, “And unless you have sucked off all the guys here, they wouldn’t recognize you.”

“I don’t think I have. Maybe?” She was laughing through her only nervous tears.

“We have plenty of rounds ahead, and we did well in the first one. That’s points for us,” I reassured her.

“True. Thank you for being here. I’m glad I brought you along. I knew I could count on you,” Diane replied warmly, leaning in to kiss me.

“Snuggle up closer, and let’s get some more sleep,” I suggested.

She nodded in agreement, curling up against me. I wrapped my arm around her, and together, we drifted off to sleep for a few more hours.

Breakfast was interesting. As soon as we entered the room, Gemma came up to us.

“I am so sorry about yesterday”, Gemma said, talking to both of us. Her voice sounded sincere. “I was very wrong to call you out on that. Using your body to win Twister was a good strategy.”

“I am glad that you understand now.” Diane was quick to reply. It was clear she was not going to meet Gemma halfway on this. I probably would not have hit Gemma as hard if it hadn’t been for the encouragement of Diane, but that was in the past now.

“I do, I do”, Gemma said again, “And as punishment for my bad behavior, I won’t wear a bra anymore this entire weekend until I am back home.”

My eyes went down to Gemma’s breasts, but it was hard to see with the tight shirt she was wearing. It had a cleavage, but there could still be a bra.

“Please grab a feel”, Gemma looked at Diane and was almost begging now, “I promise I am not wearing a bra.”

Diane looked at me. “Why don’t you check it for me?”

Gemma looked around. Everybody seemed to be engaged in other conversations and Gemma’s boyfriend was hanging around Ashley and her boyfriend and seemed to be staring at Ashley’s deep cleavage. How ironic.

Gemma stretched her back and straightened her shirt and then turned towards me, sticking her boobs out a bit more in the process. Diane looked at me with an anticipating smile as if to challenge me. I discreetly positioned my body to block the view from others and quickly reached for her left breast. With a swift and solid grab, I took hold of it and massaged it gently for a few seconds. Satisfied, I then moved on to the other breast, repeating the process, pinching her nipple when I removed my hand.

“No bra.”, I reported to Diane. Gemma’s face lit up, happy that I had confirmed what she had promised.

“I think we are good”, Diane said in a high and mighty tone to Gemma. “Water under the bridge.”

“Thank you,” Gemma said, giving Diane a firm hug before turning to me and giving me a five-second hug as well. She walked off towards her boyfriend with a skip in her step.

“God, what a slut”, Diane said to me, “But she knew what she had to do. Using her body to get to the goal. Being at odds with us would be bad for her chances to win.”

It understood Dianne’s reasoning, but was more excited that she called us an ‘us’.

“Good job humiliating her btw”, Diane said as she gave me a quick kiss, “It made sure we kept the upper hand.”

Together, we walked up to make breakfast. Gemma’s little play had me follow her more with my eyes. However, with the shirt she was wearing, it was hard to see she was not wearing a bra unless she jumped or something, which obviously she didn’t do, so I don’t think other people realized it.

Unlike yesterday, today people were talking about the challenge that had happened the day before. Ashley was giggling about how funny it was to act and have their breasts stick out of the curtains. She shared that she was glad she hadn’t lost the round as it looked like the hit with the crop had hurt a lot. Her breasts were no longer sensitive she shared.

I hadn’t thought about that part. I had groped Gemma’s breasts, but she had not flinched. That was some great self-control on her part.

Carolyn was trying to find out who had guessed her breasts correctly. It turned out that a lot of people confused her, Diane, Emily, Heidi, and Ashley. Fran’s boyfriend asked to see her boobs again, so he could remember who he voted for, but she didn’t fall for that.

Brianna’s boyfriend asked Heidi if she had found the challenge demeaning. Heidi always spit in his face. She went on a rant on how it was demeaning that females were expected to cover their chests and men were not. It was not the answer he had been expecting. His agenda was unclear to me, but it was clear that he had lost.

Slowly the topic transitioned from yesterday’s challenge to speculation about what today’s challenge could be. Penelope was already working in the backroom and seemed to have some helpers from the sound of it.

“It will be something that will allow us to see that we need to separate our mind from our bodies and that our body is just an earthy vessel to the spirit that gets unleashed when we open our souls.”, Fran said. I had no clue what she was talking about, but you could not unhear it because of how loud her voice was.

“Whatever it is, I think I am going to enjoy it!”, Ashley’s boyfriend said while lifting his glass. Ashley didn’t look happy with his remark.

“There is no guarantee partners are even involved in the next round.”, Diane suggested just to upset him, I assumed. “There are many other ways to challenge us aligned with Fran’s philosophy that would not directly involve our corporeal partners.”

“Yes, like make us orgasm till we feint”, Carolyn suggested. It sounded more like that was a fantasy of hers.

“They could challenge us mentally.”, Heidi suggested, “Anybody seen Clockwork Orange? It could be that we would be forced to watch the rape of minors and other torturous actions until we give up.”

“Or see who can make Penelope’s dog come the fastest?”, I suggested as a joke as I felt the challenge ideas had become a bit extreme.