Francy sat back down and started pouring even more shots. Fuck, I was screwed and I knew it.

“Alright, I’ll go,” Tootse volunteered as she turned to Pepper. Francy sat next to me and I sat next to Tootse…that way the couple didn’t have to ask each other questions. “Pepper, when was the last time you fingered yourself?”

“This morning, in the shower,” Pepper said matter-of-factly. Well shit, I would have at least turned a little red answering that question.

Everyone took a shot except Pepper. Pepper turned to Babs and said, “Babs, have you ever let a guy fuck you in the ass and then you suck him off, you know…the old fudgsicle?”

Christ Almighty!

“Yes, of course. A girl has no limits when it comes to surviving on the streets.”

Annnnd…shot.

Babs turned to Francy. “Francy, how many times a night do you eat Tootse out?”

Francy smiled and said, “As many times as she asks. Isn’t that right, baby?” Tootse winked and then took her shot.

Francy turned to me and I felt myself begin to sweat. I was a pretty sexual person, but for some reason, I was feeling very intimidated and drunk. These girls were seasoned compared to me…fudgsicle? What. The. Fuck!

“What happened the first time you were with Jett?”

I was about to answer, right before I caught myself. “Oh, fuck you,” I said, as I took two shots, knowing damn well Jett was most likely watching and, if I said a word, I could be kicked out of the house. All the girls laughed as they watched my blood alcohol level rise.

“Did I mention, you are not allowed to repeat questions?” Tootse said.

“How convenient,” I added, hating all of them. “Alright Tootse, is fucking a man better than fucking a woman?”

“No.” And that was that. Well shit.

Shot.

Vibrators, oral sex, cock rings, squirting, queefs, sex positions, whips, chains, waxing trauma, menstruation mishaps and talks of sexual experimenting were all touched upon as I leaned back in my chair, completely out of the game because I could barely see the girls around me. They had done it all and, frankly, I was a little scared with the amount of experience acquired around the room and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was pre-Jett or post-Jett. A part of me silently prayed for post-Jett, except for the fudgsicle, I would rather die than suck off the remains of my own ass off of a man’s dick.

“Hot damn, I’m horny…” I slurred, as I slumped in my chair.

“And your tit has been hanging out for the last ten minutes,” Babs said, while poking my bare breast.

I looked down and opened my mouth in shock. “How dare you come to the party uninvited? Bad titty!” I said, while whacking it. I blew out a heavy breath as I looked around the circle, “It’s so hard to control your tits these days, you know? Does anyone else have problems?”

They all shook their heads and laughed. “Why aren’t you ladies drunk?”

“We just know how to handle our liquor,” Francy said, while Tootse sat on her lap.

“I think you guys got me drunk on purpose. Hey! You wanted to make sure my tit came out!” I accused, while sitting up, but then regretting my decision as the room turned.

“Nope, that wasn’t part of the plan,” Babs said, while poking my tit again.

Sighing, I just took my top off because it was no use. The girls’ eyes widened at my blatant display of nudity.

“What, like you’ve never seen them before? You four all have milk sacs as well.”

“Not like yours,” Pepper said.

I shrugged, “I’m tired. I’m going to go up to my room.”

“Help her back to her room,” Babs said to Francy and Tootse. “We don’t need her going in the wrong direction and running into someone she shouldn’t…topless.”

“I’m not a child,” I said, as I tipped out of my chair and hit the ground with a giant thud, squashing my boobs to the ground. “Don’t mind me,” I said, waving my hand in the air to fend off any helpers. “I’m just giving myself my very own mammogram here.” I pressed my tits hard against the floor while counting out loud.

“Jesus,” Francy said, as she bent down and picked me up by my shoulders.

“Look at you…you’re so strong.”

“You need to not turn down Jett anymore because I don’t enjoy dealing with your drunk ass.”

“You’re the one who got me drunk…” I paused for a second as I realized both Tootse and Francy had their arms around me. “Oh myyyyyyyy,” I dragged out. “Looks like I have my very own lady sandwich.”

“Christ…”

***

I was plopped on my bed and stripped of my underwear, because I lashed out as my face pressed against my comforter, saying I refused to fall asleep until someone took off my underwear. I was a naked sleeper and refused to pass out with underwear on. That was what my drunk-ass mind was saying, at least.

“We’re taking off now.”

“No…wait,” I said, as my arms flanked my sides, my legs hung halfway off the bed and my face was still buried, practically making out with my comforter. “Don’t leave; don’t you girls want to hang out?”

I knew I was a sight to see. Bare ass in the air for all to see, but I didn’t really care, not when the warm tequila was still making its way through my blood stream.

“Lo, we’re tired and horny; we want to go to bed.”

My head picked up at the mention of the word horny.

“Horny, eh? Well, so am I, so why don’t we all have a giant lesbian mingle?” I sat up and clapped my hands together. “Lesbian mingle!”

Francy stepped closer, followed closely by Tootse. “You have no clue what you’re getting yourself into if you want that.”

“Yes, I do,” I said with my chin held high. “I know lesbian things.”

“Do you?” Tootse asked, as they got closer.

“Yes, you know…touching and squeezing tits. Boobies!!! Simple.”

Francy shook her head. “You have no fucking clue.”

“Then teach me,” I said as I flopped on my head back on the bed and turned my body over so my girly parts were out in the open. I opened my arms wide and said, “Do your best.”

Tootse and Francy both looked me over as they got closer. “Are you just going to lay there like a dead fish?”

“Well….yeah. I mean, do you want me to give you a lap dance or something? Should I grab the lube?”

Francy rolled her eyes and then winked at Tootse. Tootse nodded and went around the bed so she was behind my head and Francy was at my feet. They moved me so I was equally horizontally across the bed. They swarmed around me like I was their prey and I had no way of escaping.

I let out a nervous giggle. “Alright, very funny ladies. Good joke.” I continued to giggle as they both lowered onto the bed. “Uncle…haha, I cry uncle. I’m all talk.” I cleared my throat as nerves ran through my body, as I realized they were not letting up. “So, uh…how about those Saints huh? Football…yeah!”

Francy spread my legs and lifted them up so my feet were on the mattress exposing my entire lady taco. If I wasn’t drunk, I probably would have snapped them shut, but I wasn’t thinking quite clearly, so instead of closing up like a damn clam, they fell open like the cheap hooker I was.

Tootse pushed my hair aside and slid her hands up my arms as she leaned over, giving me a view of her breasts. I looked down and saw Francy’s breasts as well and then looked at mine. We were all bare-chested.

“What, are we raising a tit farm in here?” I joked nervously. “Melons for sale,” I shouted like a jackass, but not one laugh came from the two lionesses surrounding my body.

“Did you hear that? Melons…for sale,” I said, while trying to laugh like an idiot and jabbing the bed with my elbow as if I was telling my joke to the mattress.

Silence met the room as their heads descended down on me and a light sheen of sweat took up residence on my skin. Tootse ran her hands down my arms and then back up my stomach, completely covering my breasts with her hands. Fuck me if I wasn’t already wet. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I really doing this?