When I saw the new email message from my friend Madison with the cryptic heading Don't get your knickers in a knot, I had to open it right away. Madison was famous for hosting the most interesting and sexy parties, and as I began to read the message, I could already feel my heart racing in excitement.
Dear Jade,
You are cordially invited to a party at Madison's place this Saturday at 9 p.m.
As with my other events, there will be a special activity that will be sure to keep everyone engaged and spread the love around. I don't want to spoil the surprise by giving away too much, other than asking you to wear loose fitting or stretchy clothing.
And you might also want to work on strengthening your abs at the gym or the yoga studio. Because you're going to need a fair amount of 'stamina' to play the game I have in mind.
I think you'll find this variation of a classic game will be sure to please! Be there or be square,
Maddy
P.S.: Make sure you're freshly polished and scrubbed, and I do mean everywhere, because you know, one thing often leads to another at my parties. ;-)
What the–? I thought, as my mind raced trying to decipher what she was cooking up this time. It's going to be some kind of 'physical' game requiring strength and stamina, and it sounds like there's going to be a fair amount of body contact, with or without clothes. It could be anything from flag football to dodgeball to nerf tag.
After stewing over what she had planned for most of the day, I finally succumbed later that evening and gave her a ring.
"Hey, sexy!" she answered, after seeing my caller ID on her phone.
"You know I can't sit on that mysterious invitation without wanting to pry for more details."
"Pry away," she teased. "But you're not going to get much more out of me. Finding out what the surprise is when you get here is half the fun. Plus, I want everybody to be charged up and ready to jump in the moment they arrive."
"Jump in?" I said. "Does it involve your swimming pool?"
"At some point it's pretty likely," she said. "If only to cool off after all the strenuous exercise. And I'm pretty sure most of the attendees will have their clothes stripped off within an hour or so, so it seems like a logical place to finish off."
"You are such a tease!" I huffed, more confused than ever about what she had planned. "Who's invited?"
"It's a pretty mixed bag," she said, knowing my preference for sex with women. "Some people you know, plus a few new faces. But I can guarantee they're all hot! You might even be tempted to switch sides once or twice during all the merrymaking."
"Jesus, Mad!" I squealed into the phone. "You're killing me!"
"That's the whole idea," she said. "I want you to be on pins and needles by the time you arrive at the party. And to keep your options open. Because there's going to be a fair amount of random touching and interaction. Who knows what body parts might get intermingled others during all the hijinks?"
"Where do you come up with these crazy ideas, anyway?" I said, marveling at her ingenuity in finding ever more creative and exciting games.
"What can I say?" she said. "I guess I'm just a kinky kind of girl."
"You got that right," I smiled, reflecting back on our last erotic encounter at her previous game night involving blindfolds. "But I can't guarantee I'm going to be all polished and pristine by the time I get there. I'm already getting wet imagining what you've got in store this time."
"Don't you worry your pretty little pussy over it," she said. "A little extra lubrication might come in handy in more ways than one for what I have in mind. And I use the word 'come' very loosely in this context."
"Fuck you," I said, playfully.
"Mmm, I hope so," she purred. "But it will depend which way the bottle spins..."
"Bottle?!" I said, shaking my head. "What does a bottle have to do–"
"See you Saturday at nine," she said. "And don't be late. This will be an all-hands-on-deck kind of activity. You don't want to miss your chance to get in on the action early."
When Madison hung up on me, I was tempted to call her back, but I knew from previous experience that she wouldn't reveal any more details. Even though I was one of her closest confidants, she knew how quickly gossip traveled around our close-knit group of friends. And she also knew me well enough to know that the less knowledge I had about the details of her sexy party event, the more turned on and eager I'd be to play her game.
You got that right, girl, I smiled as I pulled my panties down and began to finger my soaking slit...
