That will not occur Again

Even I had to admit, I was looking forward to trying to guess who was really who myself, and spent an almost inordinate amount of time staring closely at their twin breasts trying to find something that would tell me which one was which. Everyone was given a minute to look, and then the girls left the room returning a few minutes later. Neither one of them spoke as everyone placed their five bucks in a plastic cup with their name on it in front of them.

Needless to say, the girls won. Though a few had in fact guessed correctly, the majority hadn’t, including myself.

If I’d expected things to mellow out some after that, I was sadly mistaken. If anything, the party got a bit wilder and wilder, especially as no one who’d lost clothes felt it was important to put them back on again. And many others then decided it felt better to be naked entirely, and soon did so. Even Shane and Alice had stripped down to nothing more than matching blue thongs. The image of what Shane had told me a while back about them both being clean shaven there, immediately popping into my head.

And though no one was actually fucking, they might just as well have been as several couples now rearranged the furniture enough to dance in the middle of the room. Slow dances mostly, and very sexy in nature by the songs being played. I saw more than one hard stiff erection out there on the floor, with someone’s hand usually fondling it, amongst other things.

As much as I didn’t really want to have this party in the first place, I was now just drunk enough, and horny enough, that I was actually having a pretty good time. Of course, all this naked female flesh dancing and running around me didn’t hurt either, especially when Shane came over to the couch I was sitting on, still wearing nothing but her very brief blue thong.

“So…you interested in my secret?” She asked me to hold out her hand. I was standing on somewhat wobbly feet in seconds, and then allowed her to pull me up the stairs to my private “off limits” bathroom. I had even locked the door to my own bedroom ensuring no one else would enter it. Having a second “toilet only” bathroom downstairs was all that was needed anyway, and with the other bedroom already being used for other activities, I was glad I had locked the door to my own. Once inside, she led me into the bathroom.

“I’ll show you mine…if you show me yours,” she said teasingly.

Hell, she hadn’t even touched my cock yet, well…not really anyway. She’d groped at it a few times through my jeans here and there, and we’d even sort of dry-humped on her couch one night when we’d both gotten rather aroused. But as yet, we still hadn’t really done anything. I wondered now as we stood there in my private bathroom if the moment had finally come for more than that. Though I half wished it still was under better circumstances. Being somewhat tipsy as we both were, I was somewhat concerned she might have a few regrets come morning.

“Birthmarks,” she suddenly added, letting me know that maybe I was jumping to conclusions here.

“Birthmarks? Ah…you have a birthmark that your sister doesn’t!” I said finally catching on. “Where?”

She laughed. “Well…that’s sort of where I’ll show you mine if part comes in,” she said giggling. “It is in a rather delicate place. And not that I’m sure you’ll mind seeing it…I was sort of thinking that maybe, if you’re going to be staring at my private parts, that maybe it’s about time I got to have a better look at yours too!”

Now this was a game I could get into, though I daresay, the last time I’d played it went back a few years.

“You first,” she said, waiting. Still a bit nervous perhaps, being the first time and all that we’d actually seen one another, it did help that I happened to be looking at Shane’s magnificent looking tits at the time. Rock hard, I unzipped my jeans, whereupon she immediately yanked them down around my ankles.

I now stood there with my tighty-whitey’s on, which were tented out about a mile, or so it felt like anyway. “Hmmm, “she moaned, now yanking those down as my prick bounced upwards momentarily caught in the waistband as she pulled it down.

“It’s even bigger than I imagined it would be,” she said looking at it, though still not touching it. And then tentatively, she did, her hand coming around, wrapping itself about my cock as she stroked it briefly. “I think…we’re going to have to do something about this…a bit later,” she said smiling, making me smile broadly upon hearing that. “So…you ready to see me?” she asked.

It was a question that really didn’t need an answer, so I just grinned at her nodding my head like one of those dog-dolls on the dashboard.

“What a surprise,” she grinned as she too then began pulling her thong down, stepping out of it. She sat down on the toilet seat then, one leg balanced on the nearby bathtub spreading herself. “You’re going to need to look pretty closely,” she informed me. And then she even more provocatively reached down, taking hold of her labia, and then appeared to pull on them, stretching them a bit. “Best if you kneel down,” she told me, which I did. “Ok, see off to the side of my pussy lips, up nearer my clit?”

I was staring at her clit. I couldn’t help it, but then doing what she’d asked me to do, I began scrutinizing her even more closely. At first, I really wasn’t sure what I was looking at. Pink lips, glistening, wet, and obviously aroused. Her clitoris unhooding itself as she spread herself even further. “You see it?”

“I see everything!” I said excitedly. “But is there something in particular I should be seeing?”

“Yes, silly. My birthmark. See that little patch of white skin?”

I looked closer. Sure enough, there was a small spot about as big around as the tip of my pinky finger where there was no pigmentation. Where there should have been color, or pink skin, there was only a tiny little patch of white, not really noticeable, and something in which I realized as she let go of her lips, suddenly was hidden again within the folds of her pussy as it naturally relaxed into itself again.