Slumber Orgy
Copyright© 2018 by Dexter Xavier
Chapter 2: First Date
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: First Date - Five teenaged girls liven up their slumber party by inviting the hostess' younger brother.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Sharing Incest Brother Sister Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts
2
Jimmy Anderson woke up in a dreamy state that Saturday morning. He felt good. Floaty and satisfied and ... and dreamy in ways he’d never felt before. How did he feel this good? And why was he in the living room?
Memories filtered back. That’s right. He’d fucked five different girls during Erica’s slumber party last night.
The thought snapped him fully awake, his heart racing with excitement and his lap stirring with energy well beyond morning wood. He’d just had so much sex, but his fourteen-year-old body could never get enough.
He found the girls all gathered around the dining room table. They ate breakfast and chatted like it was any other day, though ... did they all seem more cheerful this morning?
Lydia was the first to notice him. She was the cutest girl he’d ever known, with thick, dark brown hair, and small glasses that highlighted her pretty, green eyes. And she had a cuddly, curvy body under her dressing gown. She greeted him with a shy, private smile. He’d had a crush on her for ages, and they’d finally been each other’s first.
Then his second and third chimed in. “Good morning, Jimmy!” the twins chirped in unison. Stacey and Mercedes were both beautiful, with curly brunette hair, brown eyes, and semi-matching pyjamas: cropped tops and tight-fitting pants, in pink for Stacey and blue for Mercedes, showing off their lithe, fit bodies.
One smiled at him, touching her topaz necklace. “Thanks again for the birthday present. I love it.”
He eyed her for a moment. “Mercedes, please stop swapping with Stacey like that. You know she really likes yellow.”
The twins pouted, but he caught a smile in Stacey’s eyes as she put her proper necklace back on, traded for her sister’s ruby.
Vegas slid from the table to hug him from behind. Though she was sixteen, she was slightly shorter than Jimmy, with a tight, compact figure. Her coppery-red hair was in a short pixie cut, and she beamed an angelically-innocent smile past his shoulder. “Mrs. Anderson, Jimmy was a great host last night. You should be proud.”
“Oh, really now?” His mother struck a shrewd pose, hands on hips and looking at him over the rim of her glasses. But she was smiling. “Good man. I have to get out of here and meet your aunt for coffee. But you two—” She pecked him and Erica each on the forehead. “—be good.”
“S-Sure thing, mom,” Erica mumbled.
Erica. His sister. Yeah, they’d had sex too ... and even more awkward, it had been fantastic. Now they couldn’t look at each other without blushing and squirming, pulses speeding up. She had blue eyes and blonde hair like his, plus a few streaks dyed purple. Her face was a Goldilocks middle ground between cute, pretty, and beautiful ... and her body was a perfect balance too, between slenderness and curve. Honestly, she had the nicest breasts of all of them, even if that was a weird thing to think about his sister.
Vegas watched their mother leave. Even when she was gone, she spoke in a low, cautious voice. “Okay, so we can all agree last night was amazing.” That got a chorus of nods — more embarrassed from Erica and Lydia, more cheerful from Stacey and Mercedes, but all of them honest.
Jimmy felt himself heating under the collar even as he finally got a seat and some pancakes.
“Now, there’s no way we’re leaving a boy like this on the open market,” Vegas said. “But I don’t date-date, I don’t do the Official Boyfriend thing. So who’s taking him?”
He choked on his orange juice.
“I can’t do it,” Mercedes said. “I already have a boyfriend.” She smiled dreamily at the thought of her Simon.
“I can’t do it!” Erica hissed, her face red. “He’s my brother!”
All eyes turned to Lydia and Stacey. Stacey smiled, leaning back in her chair. She could see where this was going. Jimmy and Lydia had been sweet on each other for so long—
“C-Can I date both of you?” Jimmy blurted out.
That gave everyone a moment of pause. Vegas was the first to recover: she laughed aloud and nudged him with an elbow, before she softened her voice again. “You sly dog! Should have known you’d be ambitious, after last night.” She looked across the table at the two of them. “How about it, girls?”
Stacey was blushing so hard, she could swear her cheeks would pop. “You don’t have to!” she said, holding up both hands. “You can focus on Lydia. And, and, if it’s okay with her, we can still fuck! You don’t have to date me for that!” God, what was she saying? Why was she arguing against a cute boy asking her out?
Jimmy put a hand on her arm, his touch slowing her momentum. “Stacey. Stacey. I know I don’t have to. But I want to.” He peeked past her, to Lydia. “I-If that’s okay with both of you?”
Lydia, blushing just as hotly as Stacey, bit her lip. She didn’t trust herself to speak without stumbling over her words, so she just gave a silent nod.
And all attention turned back to Stacey. Seeing Jimmy looking so earnest, seeing Lydia looking so cute, how could she say no? So she took a breath and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.”
3
They had time, so they decided to have their first date that very day. All three of them together. The girls all went home, but in the afternoon, they’d meet up at the mall.
Worried about being late, Lydia arrived fifteen minutes early ... and found Stacey already there. She was sitting on a bench, glancing rapidly around, one foot bouncing with restless energy.
Lydia sat down next to her. She knew why she was getting so anxious, but: “What are you so nervous for?”
Stacey almost jumped out of her skin, handily proving Lydia’s point. Both hands fidgeting, she confessed, “I’ve never been on a date before.”
Lydia blinked at her. “No way. What about Simon?”
Stacey made a face. “Mercedes is dating Simon! We play around sometimes, but that’s it!”
“I...” Lydia bit her lip. “But ... you’re a cheerleader.” Cheerleaders were supposed to be popular!
“It...” Stacey sighed. “Last year, a couple of boys asked me out, yeah, but I wasn’t into them. And since Mercedes and Vegas got me into open fun—” Since she’d fucked the whole team, most of the squad, and Vegas brought her and Mercedes in when she wanted to spoil someone. “—they’ve stopped asking me out.” They could always get what they wanted without it. “So this is new.”
Lydia smiled softly and squeezed her hand. “I’m excited too.”
Right on time, their date arrived. Jimmy had dressed up for the occasion — buttoned shirt, slacks, and a giddy, blushing smile as he raced up to them. “Lydia!” He looked at the twin for a moment longer to be sure. “And Stacey, good. I was worried Mercedes was going to prank me.”
Stacey laughed, her blush matching his. How many boys could have even told the difference? “She thought about it. What have you got there?”
He happily thrust out a hand and a flower to each of them. “I got you a French marigold. Those are your favourite, right?”
Stacey’s heart skipped a beat as she took the flower, twirling it to get a better look at the blend of yellow and red. “Y-Yeah.” He could tell the difference between her and her sister, and he cared to. Her blush matched his as she tucked the flower into her hair.
“And a morning glory for you, Lydia. I-I know you like purple.”
Lydia’s smile glowed as she took it, holding it in both hands. “The same flower you got me for Valentine’s last year.”
“You remembered that?” He sounded embarrassed, but he was grinning.
“Of course.” Lydia’s expression matched his.
Stacey stepped up and took his hand. “So, what now?” Part of her would have loved to take him somewhere private and show him how much she appreciated his thoughtfulness, but that flower made it feel really, significantly, like a date. Sex would come later.
“I’m ... not sure yet.” Jimmy took Lydia’s hand too. “I was thinking a movie and then dinner, but I haven’t decided which movie.”
They started walking towards the cinemas anyway. That look — a teenage boy with two teenage girls holding his hands — drew a few looks, but nobody bothered them. “Knowing you, you’ve at least narrowed things down,” Lydia said.
He nodded. “Two options. One... Arrival 2. I know you liked the first one, Stacey.”
Stacey ducked her chin. She had, but Mercedes hadn’t, so she’d given up on seeing the sequel in theatres.
“But I know that’s a bit, um, soft sci-fi for you, Lydia, so the other option is Eye in the Sky. That’s a bit more cyberpunk and stuff, too.”
Lydia tilted her head while she thought, then smiled. “Let’s go with Arrival.”
“Are you sure?” Part of Stacey already felt like an invader in what ‘should’ have been Jimmy and Lydia’s first date.
“I’m sure.” Lydia’s smile was bright and innocent. “I’m happy with whatever you two want to watch.”
4
A few minutes later, they were all together in the darkening theatre. At Lydia’s request, they took seats at the very back — which honestly had the better view to take in Arrival’s special effects spectacle without craning their necks.
They sat with Jimmy in the middle and the girls on either side. Stacey cuddled in against his left. That impulse came again: the darkness and semi-privacy put her in mind of doing something naughtier than just watching a movie.
While she was pondering, though, Lydia slipped from her seat. And knelt down in front of Jimmy. “Try to keep quiet, okay?”
“Huh?” Jimmy sat up straighter, his eyes widening until they could see the shimmering screen lights in the whites. “W-Wait, are you really—”
Lydia opened his pants. In a whisper, she said, “I’ve had this fantasy for a while.” And she started sucking Jimmy’s dick right there in the cinema.
“Oh my God.” Stacey’s tone was hushed with awe. One hand moved down, running through the normally-shy girl’s brown hair. “Lydia, your brain is sexy.”
She whined with embarrassment, the sound humming along Jimmy’s shaft.
He barely controlled his next mewl of pleasure. “Y-You’re okay with th-this, Stacey?”
“Are you kidding?” She pressed more closely against him, pecking little kisses along his neck. “I was thinking of doing the same thing.”
Jimmy was almost overwhelmed already. Adorable Lydia’s mouth felt so hot, sucking him with such a firm vacuum. And he still had Stacey at his side. By reflex, he tightened his arm around her.
The movement caught attention. Someone looked their way, and all three froze up for a moment. But in the cinema, they were all just dark shapes, and whoever-it-was soon turned away.
Lydia drew off him, one hand working his saliva-slick shaft. “This is risky.” The best idea would be to stop, but ... it was just too much fun to feel how he trembled. “Try not to take too much longer, okay?” She dipped in and started sucking again.
Jimmy had to bite his lip to keep from moaning aloud. He was caught in a catch-22: if he let himself feel too good, he’d get loud, but if he didn’t let himself feel good enough, he wouldn’t finish.
“Let me help,” Stacey whispered. She lifted her top and sports bra. Even in shadow, her perky breasts caught his attention as they came free. She took his hand and planted it, hitting his senses with that youthful softness, a little bigger than a handful.
Jimmy managed to turn his moan into a long sigh. One hand on Lydia’s head, the other on Stacey’s breast. It felt naughty, it felt wild, but it felt good. He sank into Stacey, kissing her full on the mouth, his tongue wrestling with hers. It was so much more passionate and skilled than the surprised first kiss they’d had the night before, honed by his practice with the other girls.
Lydia kept herself moving, head bobbing faster on each stroke. She stared up at the scene above her — the shadowed breasts of her boyfriend’s other girlfriend, the beautiful way they kissed. Every detail heightened her enthusiasm ... and soon, Jimmy melted.
His voice muffled into Stacey’s mouth, but they both felt the way he quivered, the way orgasm rippled through his body. And Lydia got the best part, the liquid, gooey rush right into her mouth—
“Don’t swallow!” Stacey hissed as she pulled her mouth away from Jimmy. Then she dropped to her knees too, her mouth eagerly crushed against Lydia’s.
Lydia had never kissed a girl before. It was a hell of a first time, too: a girl as pretty as Stacey, her lips so full and soft, her tongue thrusting forward so they could dance in their shared boyfriend’s cum.
It was so hot it made her dizzy, clumsy as she kissed back. A little semen broke the seal of their mouths, and Stacey dipped down to lick it from her chin.
While Jimmy had a front-row, if dark, seat to watch his girlfriends making out with each other. This time, he never softened at all ... but with a sigh, he closed his pants. “That was amazing ... but we shouldn’t push it.”
Stacey sighed with disappointment. “I guess.” She reluctantly pulled her clothes back into place.
They got back in their seats and behaved themselves through the rest of the movie. They only made out with him a little, during slow scenes.
5
After the movie, they went to the food court for burgers. Jimmy grinned at Stacey. “So, was the sequel everything you hoped for?”
She laughed. “Superheroic melodrama, love-dodecahedron nonsense, gorgeous fight scenes. So, yes.” She fidgeted with her fries while she peeked at the others. “What about you? What’d you think?”
Jimmy nodded and smiled his approval.