Chapter 17

Sitting around in the twins’ well-appointed rec room on an early evening in latter October, I groused, “I want to do something fun and exciting.” Lately, I have kept imagining being in the Forman’s basement from That 70s Show. This rec room is so much cooler. And so are my friends. But geez, we need to get out and do something.

Our friends looked at me. Justin, the fairly athletic small kid who played basketball with me occasionally, and was currently playing the Star Wars pinball machine, said, “Like what?”

I sighed, “I dunno. Something unusual versus sitting here watching TV and talking.”

Maggie’s Mona Lisa smile returned, and she said, “Hmm, I may have just the thing. Let me check it out, and I’ll let you know.”

Hanna, the cute Japanese American girl who had been teasingly called my fourth girlfriend, jumped up and said, “I’m in!”

As we were leaving for the night, Maggie told me she was commandeering one of my credit cards. I nodded and forgot about it. I had given her carte blanche almost immediately after my credit cards from the Brotherhood had arrived.

After school on Thursday, as we had just assembled in the rec room, Maggie announced, “Come on, let’s go. We are going to do something fun. Z insists.” We were all casual in jeans and shirts, except Molly and Maggie, who were wearing skirts. With no panties, though no one else knew that.

I looked at Hanna and winked. Molly smiled, as did Justin. Carlynn asked, “Where are we going?”

“Someplace fun.” Maggie replied

“Uh, I got that part, but what about Mark, Liz and Sarah? Should we wait for them?”

“They will meet us there, maybe,” Maggie said.

We scrambled to my truck. “We are changing it up, being fun. Give me the keys, Z,” Maggie announced.

I tossed her the keys and said, “Shotgun!”

Maggie said, “Let’s put Hanna in the cuddle seat.”

“Where is the cuddle seat and why do they call it that?” Hanna asked.

“Between you and Z,” Maggie said, “you will see why it is the cuddle seat on the way.”

“Oh fun,” Hanna bubbled.

“That’s the spirit!” Maggie said while chuckling.

With Carlynn, Justin and Molly in the back of my pickup, off we went.

I grinned at Hanna, touching my hand to her thigh. “Wanna cuddle?”

“Ohhh, with you anytime, anything.”

I put my arm around Hanna and repeated Maggie’s “That’s the spirit!” We had watched the old The Last Starfighter movie in the basement rec room just a few days ago, and we had all liked it.

On the way, I pulled Hanna closer yet and ran my hand along her shoulder and down her side. Maggie placed her hand on Hanna’s thigh whenever she could. Not sexually, just running her fingers and palm up and down on the top of her thigh. I doubted Hanna being bisexual. But she enjoyed the attention from both of us.

We arrived in front of what looked like an old warehouse with no other cars in the small parking lot. “Is this the something fun?” I asked dubiously. The neighborhood and the old wooden structure did not look promising. But hey, I went with it.

“Sure is,” Maggie replied. “Right inside.”

We piled out of the truck and headed to the door. “Okay, two by two as we go in. Molly and I first, then Carlynn and Justin in the middle. Z and Hanna in the rear.”

I spanked Hanna’s rear in a fun way. She turned around and grinned. As much as I had my doubts as to what was inside, Hanna always seemed ‘fun’. Outgoing personality. Petite with B-cup breasts, which were quite appropriate and pleasing on her body. Her shirt was very loose, almost a crop top, but ending just an inch or two above her jeans.

Man, I’d love to get my hands under there. Hey, Maggie has been encouraging this.

About five foot three with dark hair and eyes. At least when she was around me, she had a playful, submissive streak about her. While she knew I was Maggie’s boyfriend, she picked up on the openness vibe that I imagine emanated from the twins and me. Plus, hey, we were on for a ‘date’ tomorrow night.

As the door creaked open loudly, almost moaning, it was quite dark inside, in contrast to the waning sunlight outside. As the other four entered, we followed. Hanna latched onto my hand. As the door shut, we were in a small dark room. A lit sign blinked slowly, ‘Turn All Cell Phones Off’. We did so, and then Maggie opened the next door. Another small, dark room. A tiny wooden sign saying, ‘Are you sure you want to be here?’ It was barely lit by a dim spotlight.

Maggie giggled nervously and opened the next door. Another room, this one larger. Slightly more illuminated. The room smelled of skunk. Along one wall were four sad-looking human beings dressed in dirty rags. Slumped on the floor, one was actively shooting up. The smell of filth competed with the skunk. As one asked for money, another muttered obscenities.