Chapter 4: A Masturbation Challenge

Actually, she had it pegged. It WAS like we all had something to get out of our systems before we could move forward with anything else that night. I was sure that it wasn’t the end of our evening, not by any means, but it had been a nice way to break the ice and set the tone for the rest of the night. Kristen ordered out a pizza and brought out some wine and beer. I had to fend for myself, getting up to go in the kitchen to get a Diet Coke as drinking wasn’t one of my most favorite things (drinking alcohol, that is). Beth turned on the TV and we all sat on the couch next to one another. Our naked bodies felt so soft and warm against each other. Nobody was even thinking about getting dressed, at least not until the following morning.

The doorbell rang and I think we all jumped a little bit as we had just been relaxing for about a half hour on the couch, forgetting about the time. Kristen jumped up and grabbed the pile of bills on the coffee table that she has prepared earlier and started for the door.

“Ummmmm, Kristen?” Carrie called out to her gently but firmly, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Kristen turned to look at her and for a moment seemed confused. Then she looked down at herself and we all broke out laughing as it seemed she suddenly realized she was naked. Knowing her, though, I wasn’t buying it and is it turned out, I was right.

“Nahhhhh, don’t worry, all the deliver boys around here know how I answer the door,” she giggled, “Hey, it beats having to fork over a tip and I think they like this better than money anyway, don’t you think Kelly?”

The other two looked at me as if I should have an explanation but I was as taken off-guard as they were. The three of us just sat there silently as Kristen answered the door.

“Hey Johnny, good to see you again,” I heard her greet someone at the door, “So you have to work tonight, eh?” I couldn’t hear the answer but then I saw Kristen wiggle her ass a bit, making her boobs bounce in the process. She was definitely putting on a show for someone! “Hope you liked your tip!” she said in her classic flirty tone and then she closed the door and brought in the pizza.

“We get the most amazing service here from all the delivery boys,” she said with a naughty grin on her face. We all knew what she really was talking about and I just shook my head, marveling yet again at my cousin’s total lack of propriety. I loved her for it though!

I was surprised at how hungry I suddenly was for something besides pussy and apparently so were the others as we polished it off in just a few minutes. Kristen belched and I thought Carrie was going to choke when she started laughing so hard. For one quick flashback it was like being with my kids in school again, each adolescent boy trying to out-gross the other.

“Well, we still have a couple of hours before midnight,” Kristen said as she gathered up our mess, “Anyone have any ideas on what we can do until then?”

I don’t know about the others, but I had PLENTY of ideas and none of them were suitable for network TV - or even cable for that matter. Kristen didn’t wait for a response before putting out her own idea first.

“Hey Kelly, remember the game we use to play when we were little?”

I looked at her, uncertain as to what she was talking about. We had played lots of games back when we were little so which one was she referring to?

“Oh come on, you remember,” she teased, “Or maybe you don’t want to because I use to beat you all the time.”

I frowned at her, not entirely out of fun either. I knew EXACTLY what game she was referring to now and she wasn’t being exactly truthful as I actually beat her most of the time. When she was 13 and I was 14 we started masturbating together. Of course, both of us had started years before but that was when we started doing it together. We never touched each other - THAT wouldn’t happen for another four years as it turned out, but it was fun to watch the other person get themselves off.

In many ways, Kristen and I are like sisters and as such, tend to be a bit competitive. It wasn’t long before we were seeing who get themselves off the fastest. Regardless of what she might remember, I was the one who won the most! Kristen grinned as she saw the light pop on over my head as I recalled those times we use to have. God, we were so young and naive back then!

“I KNEW you would remember!” she chuckled and then explained the rules to the other girls. We had established a complete list of rules back then to try and keep things fair. Fingers only - no artificial stimulation including dildos and vibrators. Mental imagery only - no visual aids such as porn magazines or videos. Finally, no faking - we had to take each other’s word on that one and I STILL think she cheated now and then on me.

Beth and Carrie seemed up for it. After all, it wasn’t like we’d never masturbated together before, just not as a contest. Back in high school we use to have sleepovers and masturbation was generally a part of the evening’s “activities”. Usually it was just part of a discussion over some guy at school or magazine hunk, not really the central focus at the moment but more as an accompaniment. Now, however, the act itself was front and center. It was one thing to masturbate with your friends or even do it for your boyfriend on a date. Doing it as a contest, though, was totally different as Carrie and Beth were about to find out.

We decided to get in a circle on the floor. We each had our favorite position to masturbate in so we spread out and go ourselves ready. Kristen went for the doggie position, leaning down on one elbow while her other hand was up between her legs. Beth was more of a “spooner”, acting out like she was being fucked on her side by a guy laying behind her. Carrie and I were more simplistic. We each grabbed a pillow from the couch and laid our heads back on it, our knees bent with our feet on the floor, hands between our legs as we waiting for Kristen to give us the command to start.