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"The Game"
Under a beautiful and warm September sun, the Quad of Harrison High was quickly filling as the student body flooded it for lunch period. The manicured lawns, concrete mural covered retaining walls, and shining stainless steel tables were soon crowded with loud teens, many of whom hadn't seen one another over the summer break.
Within two minutes, there wasn't a seat left to be had. That is, except at the table that was referred to by many as Heaven. It sat in the corner of the Quad, away from the hustle and bustle of the pathways and vending machines yet still in full view of the rest of the Quad's occupants. It was huge, capable of seating 10 students down each side, even though it was seldom at more than half capacity. That limit on occupancy was intentional: at this time of the day, Heaven was partially shaded by a huge elm, and the extra seating gave its regular residents a choice of basking in the sun or staying cool in the shade without having to crowd together.
And who were these regular residents? A slight hush fell upon the Quad as the members of Harrison High's six-times State Championship Dance Team paraded into view from all directions, slowly coming together in pairs as threesomes and small groups as they travelled through the crowd, past the envious females and drooling males ... and even drooling females in a few cases.
It wasn't the whole Dance Team, of course, oh no. The Team -- with a capital "T", it was always stressed -- was comprised of 46 girls in all, mostly upper classmen but including a few very skilled sophomores and freshmen as well. No, this was just the Elite of the Team. Of the 14 girls who eventually sat at or gathered around the table, all but three were seniors; all but four had been with Harrison's program since they were 13 year old Freshmen; and all but ... well, actually, all of them were considered the most desirable females on campus.
Elise Withers currently ran the Team, even though she was just one of two Co-Captains. As leader, she took her seat at the head of the table as the others took their own traditional places either sitting or standing. The conversations taking place between pairs of girls or the group as a whole were initially split between Team talk and typical teenage girl chatter. But eventually the discussion turned to the one topic that was always discussed on this first day of a new school year: The Game.
Each new Fall, the Team's Elites participated in a sex game. The Game changed from year to year, with a different goal being chosen by the Team's current Captain, who for the second year was Elise Withers. One year, each of the girls had had to blow a football player from Harrison High's arch rival in the parking lot after a home game. Another year, after a Team member who worked in the school office hacked the school's email accounts, each of them -- wearing a mask to hide their identity -- had had to masturbate on a video cam chat site with one of Harrison High's faculty members.
Elise's game last year was one of the most interesting. The girls had had to get two male members of Harrison High's Academic Teams -- the Chess Team, the Physics Team, etc. -- into a ménage à trois. That part had been a gimme, of course. What two geeks who likely had never seen a bare breast, let alone put their cock into a girl, would turn down a threesome with one of Harrison's hottest girls, right? No, the hard part was for the dancer to get them to beat one another off as a prerequisite to having sex with her. And as improbably as that may have sounded, more than half of the Elites who tried succeeded!
The Elites stared in Elise's direction, some eager to get started in the new game no matter what ever it turned out to be; while others -- the less adventurous ones -- were very apprehensive about the Elite's choice of fun this year.
Elise studied the anxious faces turned her way, her lips widening in a knowing smirk as she said, "Girls..."
She said nothing more than that introductory word. It wasn't an introductory word, however, as in Girls, the game this year is... No, instead, it was this year's game.
"Girls," she repeated. "Each of you is going to have a full blown sexual affair with another girl from the school."
Eyes began to widen on many of the faces. The Elites had no secrets, particularly ones of a sexual nature. And while the Dance team did include some members who were openly or quietly gay or bisexual, there weren't any current members of the Elites who were. This fact, that the girls surrounding her preferred cocks to pussies, was exactly the reason Elise had chosen this Game this time around.
"No Katy Perry I Kissed a Girl shit. Real sex." She pulled out a sheet of paper and unfolded it before the others, she continued, "And no known lesbians. I spent the last couple of weeks coming up with a list of approved and un-approved targets. If she isn't on this list, she doesn't count."
Several of the girls crowded in closer, trying to get a look at the list.
"Proof?" one of the dancers asked.
Elise's lips widened in an evil smirk. "Raw, naked sex ... in a bed ... on camera."
By the time Elise had finished that last line, the table was in a total uproar. Some of the girls were laughing in shock, others were making inappropriate jokes, and still more were -- as Elise had expected -- arguing for her to find a different game.
"Short of a vote," she said firmly, "that's the game."
There was only one way to nix a Captain's choice of game: a unanimous vote. In the decade and a half history of the Game, there'd only been one override vote, and that had been against a Game that was incestuous in nature. Many of the girls likely had had brothers and fathers they'd often fantasized about fucking. There may have even been a few who had fucked those men from their family. But none of the Elites were going to admit to such acts or pursue them as part of a teen age game. Hell no!
Elise looked about the table at the now still faces and asked, "Are we voting to kill this with a--?"
"No," a firm voice answered.
All eyes turned to the beautiful redhead at the opposite end of the table, Alice Green. Although a Co-Captain of Harrison High's Dance Team, Alice had left management of the dancers to Elise. And although not the one in charge of the Team, Alice was still the most respected of its current members.
She'd been a member of a succession of dance and cheer teams in and around the city of Harrison since she was a toddler. She'd begun winning national competitions at age 6 and now had a wall full of trophies, plaques, and ribbons. After a stunning performance during the Opening Ceremonies of the 2008 Summer Olympics, she'd been featured on Leno, Letterman, and the morning shows of all three major networks. And now, as a senior, she had full ride Cheer Squad scholarships awaiting her from six different colleges, as well as job offers from the squads of eight different professional sports teams.
Alice had been stunningly successful at everything she'd ever tried. And she tried everything that had ever interested her. And that interest had almost always been driven by challenge. The greater the challenge, the more interest, the more need to succeed.
Lesbian sex had never been of interest to Alice. No challenge: she was beautiful and erotic and, despite being straight, lesbians were often trying to turn her to the other team. But attempting to seduce a straight woman...? Now, that could be a challenge. The ease with which Alice could bed one of Harrison's guys or even one of its lesbians wasn't going to be an advantage for Alice when she pursued one of its straight girls. It was the only reason Alice wasn't even considering this.
"Gimme a target," she demanded of Elise, standing to make her way toward the other end of the table. "Let's get started."
Elise's smile broadened and was followed by a pleased laugh. She pulled out the list of names again and said, "Pick a number."
"Eighteen," Alice said, picking her age for luck. When she got to the end of the table, Elise pointed a finger to the eighteenth name on the list and looked up to see her friend's expression. Alice looked into her friend's eyes, smiled, and with a very suggestive lick of her lips said, "I can already taste her."
The table erupted in laughter and shocked comments. Alice only smiled and returned to her seat to begin her quiet plan to seduce her target. She had a PE class with the girl Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It was perfect: girls exercising together, undressing together, showering together. This was going to be a snap.
(OOC: The pose in the pic doesn't actually happen.)
In the girl's locker room Friday afternoon after a light work out, Alice stripped off her sneakers and gym shorts, then waited for her target to come in off the basketball floor. She waited until the girl looked her direction, then shed her exercise jacket and second-skin top, leaving herself in nothing more than her lacy black panties and bra.
Gay or straight, male or female, it was difficult not to be entranced by Alice Green's figure. Her 5'8" frame which measured at 36D-24-34 was firm where needed, soft where desired, and flawless in every way. Despite this obvious perfection, Alice didn't often flash her form to others as she was about to here in the locker room. Alice didn't particularly enjoy being ogled by others, male or female. On the dance floor she flashed her share of exposed skin and made all the right suggestive moves to make men -- and sometimes women -- want to rush home to their lovers, their vibrators, or their bottles of lotion. But that was just part of the business, not Alice's desire to get naked.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alice caught her target staring her way. She looked to the girl, causing her to glance away quickly. After a moment, she grabbed her bottles of shampoo and body soap -- then, rethinking, put the body soap back in her locker. She made her way slowly down to the other girl who -- luckily -- was the last one in the locker room with Alice. She stuck her hand out, offering with a broad smile, "Hi. I'm Alice. Alice Green."
She didn't have to introduce herself, of course. Everyone at Harrison knew who she was. But Alice liked to play the humble role with people she was just meeting. Alice knew who this girl was, of course: they'd gone to school with one another for all of high school and maybe middle school as well. But she didn't know the girl: they'd never been in the same cliques, and -- to be honest -- Alice couldn't recall having ever had a conversation with the girl that would have been longer than Hey, can you throw me that ball? or Can you hold that door for me please?
It wasn't that Alice was stuck up or anything. Harrison High was just big. There were almost 2,000 students here, some of whom Alice had had a dozen classes with and yet never spoken to. She couldn't remember specifically why she knew this particular girl above the rest, but she did. And she would know her better in the days to come, too. Much better if she played her cards right.
She nodded toward the bottles on the top shelf of the girl's locker and asked, "Would you mind if I used your bottle of body soap. I ran out."
That wasn't true of course. Alice had just had her own bottle in her hand. But she was looking for a way to ensure that the two of them were at adjacent shower heads, and this seemed like the best way to accomplish that.
Under a beautiful and warm September sun, the Quad of Harrison High was quickly filling as the student body flooded it for lunch period. The manicured lawns, concrete mural covered retaining walls, and shining stainless steel tables were soon crowded with loud teens, many of whom hadn't seen one another over the summer break.
Within two minutes, there wasn't a seat left to be had. That is, except at the table that was referred to by many as Heaven. It sat in the corner of the Quad, away from the hustle and bustle of the pathways and vending machines yet still in full view of the rest of the Quad's occupants. It was huge, capable of seating 10 students down each side, even though it was seldom at more than half capacity. That limit on occupancy was intentional: at this time of the day, Heaven was partially shaded by a huge elm, and the extra seating gave its regular residents a choice of basking in the sun or staying cool in the shade without having to crowd together.
And who were these regular residents? A slight hush fell upon the Quad as the members of Harrison High's six-times State Championship Dance Team paraded into view from all directions, slowly coming together in pairs as threesomes and small groups as they travelled through the crowd, past the envious females and drooling males ... and even drooling females in a few cases.
It wasn't the whole Dance Team, of course, oh no. The Team -- with a capital "T", it was always stressed -- was comprised of 46 girls in all, mostly upper classmen but including a few very skilled sophomores and freshmen as well. No, this was just the Elite of the Team. Of the 14 girls who eventually sat at or gathered around the table, all but three were seniors; all but four had been with Harrison's program since they were 13 year old Freshmen; and all but ... well, actually, all of them were considered the most desirable females on campus.
Elise Withers currently ran the Team, even though she was just one of two Co-Captains. As leader, she took her seat at the head of the table as the others took their own traditional places either sitting or standing. The conversations taking place between pairs of girls or the group as a whole were initially split between Team talk and typical teenage girl chatter. But eventually the discussion turned to the one topic that was always discussed on this first day of a new school year: The Game.
Each new Fall, the Team's Elites participated in a sex game. The Game changed from year to year, with a different goal being chosen by the Team's current Captain, who for the second year was Elise Withers. One year, each of the girls had had to blow a football player from Harrison High's arch rival in the parking lot after a home game. Another year, after a Team member who worked in the school office hacked the school's email accounts, each of them -- wearing a mask to hide their identity -- had had to masturbate on a video cam chat site with one of Harrison High's faculty members.
Elise's game last year was one of the most interesting. The girls had had to get two male members of Harrison High's Academic Teams -- the Chess Team, the Physics Team, etc. -- into a ménage à trois. That part had been a gimme, of course. What two geeks who likely had never seen a bare breast, let alone put their cock into a girl, would turn down a threesome with one of Harrison's hottest girls, right? No, the hard part was for the dancer to get them to beat one another off as a prerequisite to having sex with her. And as improbably as that may have sounded, more than half of the Elites who tried succeeded!
The Elites stared in Elise's direction, some eager to get started in the new game no matter what ever it turned out to be; while others -- the less adventurous ones -- were very apprehensive about the Elite's choice of fun this year.
Elise studied the anxious faces turned her way, her lips widening in a knowing smirk as she said, "Girls..."
She said nothing more than that introductory word. It wasn't an introductory word, however, as in Girls, the game this year is... No, instead, it was this year's game.
"Girls," she repeated. "Each of you is going to have a full blown sexual affair with another girl from the school."
Eyes began to widen on many of the faces. The Elites had no secrets, particularly ones of a sexual nature. And while the Dance team did include some members who were openly or quietly gay or bisexual, there weren't any current members of the Elites who were. This fact, that the girls surrounding her preferred cocks to pussies, was exactly the reason Elise had chosen this Game this time around.
"No Katy Perry I Kissed a Girl shit. Real sex." She pulled out a sheet of paper and unfolded it before the others, she continued, "And no known lesbians. I spent the last couple of weeks coming up with a list of approved and un-approved targets. If she isn't on this list, she doesn't count."
Several of the girls crowded in closer, trying to get a look at the list.
"Proof?" one of the dancers asked.
Elise's lips widened in an evil smirk. "Raw, naked sex ... in a bed ... on camera."
By the time Elise had finished that last line, the table was in a total uproar. Some of the girls were laughing in shock, others were making inappropriate jokes, and still more were -- as Elise had expected -- arguing for her to find a different game.
"Short of a vote," she said firmly, "that's the game."
There was only one way to nix a Captain's choice of game: a unanimous vote. In the decade and a half history of the Game, there'd only been one override vote, and that had been against a Game that was incestuous in nature. Many of the girls likely had had brothers and fathers they'd often fantasized about fucking. There may have even been a few who had fucked those men from their family. But none of the Elites were going to admit to such acts or pursue them as part of a teen age game. Hell no!
Elise looked about the table at the now still faces and asked, "Are we voting to kill this with a--?"
"No," a firm voice answered.
All eyes turned to the beautiful redhead at the opposite end of the table, Alice Green. Although a Co-Captain of Harrison High's Dance Team, Alice had left management of the dancers to Elise. And although not the one in charge of the Team, Alice was still the most respected of its current members.
She'd been a member of a succession of dance and cheer teams in and around the city of Harrison since she was a toddler. She'd begun winning national competitions at age 6 and now had a wall full of trophies, plaques, and ribbons. After a stunning performance during the Opening Ceremonies of the 2008 Summer Olympics, she'd been featured on Leno, Letterman, and the morning shows of all three major networks. And now, as a senior, she had full ride Cheer Squad scholarships awaiting her from six different colleges, as well as job offers from the squads of eight different professional sports teams.
Alice had been stunningly successful at everything she'd ever tried. And she tried everything that had ever interested her. And that interest had almost always been driven by challenge. The greater the challenge, the more interest, the more need to succeed.
Lesbian sex had never been of interest to Alice. No challenge: she was beautiful and erotic and, despite being straight, lesbians were often trying to turn her to the other team. But attempting to seduce a straight woman...? Now, that could be a challenge. The ease with which Alice could bed one of Harrison's guys or even one of its lesbians wasn't going to be an advantage for Alice when she pursued one of its straight girls. It was the only reason Alice wasn't even considering this.
"Gimme a target," she demanded of Elise, standing to make her way toward the other end of the table. "Let's get started."
Elise's smile broadened and was followed by a pleased laugh. She pulled out the list of names again and said, "Pick a number."
"Eighteen," Alice said, picking her age for luck. When she got to the end of the table, Elise pointed a finger to the eighteenth name on the list and looked up to see her friend's expression. Alice looked into her friend's eyes, smiled, and with a very suggestive lick of her lips said, "I can already taste her."
The table erupted in laughter and shocked comments. Alice only smiled and returned to her seat to begin her quiet plan to seduce her target. She had a PE class with the girl Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It was perfect: girls exercising together, undressing together, showering together. This was going to be a snap.
(OOC: The pose in the pic doesn't actually happen.)
In the girl's locker room Friday afternoon after a light work out, Alice stripped off her sneakers and gym shorts, then waited for her target to come in off the basketball floor. She waited until the girl looked her direction, then shed her exercise jacket and second-skin top, leaving herself in nothing more than her lacy black panties and bra.
Gay or straight, male or female, it was difficult not to be entranced by Alice Green's figure. Her 5'8" frame which measured at 36D-24-34 was firm where needed, soft where desired, and flawless in every way. Despite this obvious perfection, Alice didn't often flash her form to others as she was about to here in the locker room. Alice didn't particularly enjoy being ogled by others, male or female. On the dance floor she flashed her share of exposed skin and made all the right suggestive moves to make men -- and sometimes women -- want to rush home to their lovers, their vibrators, or their bottles of lotion. But that was just part of the business, not Alice's desire to get naked.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alice caught her target staring her way. She looked to the girl, causing her to glance away quickly. After a moment, she grabbed her bottles of shampoo and body soap -- then, rethinking, put the body soap back in her locker. She made her way slowly down to the other girl who -- luckily -- was the last one in the locker room with Alice. She stuck her hand out, offering with a broad smile, "Hi. I'm Alice. Alice Green."
She didn't have to introduce herself, of course. Everyone at Harrison knew who she was. But Alice liked to play the humble role with people she was just meeting. Alice knew who this girl was, of course: they'd gone to school with one another for all of high school and maybe middle school as well. But she didn't know the girl: they'd never been in the same cliques, and -- to be honest -- Alice couldn't recall having ever had a conversation with the girl that would have been longer than Hey, can you throw me that ball? or Can you hold that door for me please?
It wasn't that Alice was stuck up or anything. Harrison High was just big. There were almost 2,000 students here, some of whom Alice had had a dozen classes with and yet never spoken to. She couldn't remember specifically why she knew this particular girl above the rest, but she did. And she would know her better in the days to come, too. Much better if she played her cards right.
She nodded toward the bottles on the top shelf of the girl's locker and asked, "Would you mind if I used your bottle of body soap. I ran out."
That wasn't true of course. Alice had just had her own bottle in her hand. But she was looking for a way to ensure that the two of them were at adjacent shower heads, and this seemed like the best way to accomplish that.
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