The Agreement
30 Sleepover
WOW! IN SOME WAYS, I knew Jen and Court better than any of my other girlfriends. They lived a hundred miles away, but we talked for fifteen minutes twice every week. Since our time was so limited, we talked more about ourselves and what we were feeling than about school or friends or families. We laughed and even cried. It was cool. But because our calls were always about us, I also didn’t know a lot about their families. I’d met Anna frequently, of course, but only met Bill and Crystal a couple times.
“Jen, can I ask you something personal?”
“Hmm. You’ve got your hand up under my sweater caressing my naked boob and making my nipples all hard. I guess a personal question wouldn’t be out of place.” She was right. I had a naked tit in each hand as the girls lay on either side of me. It was really nice.
“Um… what happened to your father?”
“Oh!” she laughed. “We’ve never talked about that have we? Well, he and Mom got divorced a few years ago. He moved down to Indy where he’s a partner in a big law firm. I go down every couple of weeks or so to spend the weekend with him and my stepmom, Teri. I think he and Mom get along better now than they ever did when they were married and he supports us so that Mom doesn’t have to have a fulltime job. He sends me an allowance every month, too. Mom still teases him about having a wife and daughter who were kindergarten playmates.”
“She wasn’t!” I said. “He couldn’t marry someone that young, could he?” Jen laughed.
“No. She’s about ten years older than me. We have a lot of fun together, though.”
“She must be pretty amazing. I mean, Anna’s hot. Not that I’ve got the hots for your mom, but I can’t imagine a guy giving her up.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Courtney said. “Teri’s nice and I like her and everything, but she isn’t near as pretty as Anna.”
“No, but she’s driven. She’s going to make partner in the law firm this year and will be the youngest one admitted ever. I think Dad needed someone he could compete with,” Jennifer said, “instead of someone he could partner with like Bill and Crystal.”
“What about your parents, Courtney? I’ve only met Bill once, but he was really nice.”
“Yeah, they are and don’t get me wrong—they love me. But they work like a hundred hours a week at the restaurant, so Anna is as much my mom as Crystal is.”
“They work at a restaurant?” I asked.
“They own a restaurant,” Court said. “You should see it. People drive up from Indy to go to the Tally Ho. Especially for prime rib on Friday night. They always sell out.”
“Do they need a cook?” I asked. “Hell. A busboy? I’d love to work in a restaurant.”
“What a great idea! You could spend the summer with us!” Jennifer said. That set off another round of kissing and fondling and just feeling like I was king of the world. I discovered each girl had a hand under the other’s sweater, as well.
We didn’t get naked and we didn’t have orgasms—at least I don’t think they did—but we had a great time making out and petting. Jen and Court were still pretty shy around each other when it came to touching, even though they were way in love. Being with me seemed to loosen them up.
I heard a car pull in on our cinder driveway.
“Do I get to find out who else is coming for our sleepover, now?” I asked.
“Better believe it,” Jen said, pulling her clothes back together.
The first car to arrive was Samantha’s. I was knocked out, though, when Whitney and Rose followed her out of the car and grabbed their bags. Well, that was six of us, so we were abiding by Anna’s rules. We had an all-out kiss fest while Lily Cortales went in to talk to our parents.
“My wildest girlfriends all staying for a sleepover with me!” I said.
“Oh, Brian, we’re just using your bedroom,” Samantha said. “Jen said you were going to be in the guest room. At least that’s what I told my parents!” We all laughed, but I wasn’t too sure if I should believe them or not. Things could get interesting with these five girls, even though Whitney was more outwardly reserved, it was she who initiated kissing the girlfriends at our game Wednesday. I looked up to see Rev. Gordon pull into the drive and smile at me as he headed for the house. Hannah and Sarah dragged their packs to where the rest of us were still standing in front of the garage.
“I guess that since we have Hannah and Sarah to sort of keep us under control, you can be part of the sleepover now,” Rose said. We all hugged and helped each other carry bags into the house and up the stairs. We greeted the parents before Brighty and Lily left. I got a chance to hug Samantha’s mom and after hesitating a moment, she hugged me back.
“Thank you for letting Samantha be with us tonight,” I said. “And for picking up Rose and Whitney.”
“You don’t take advantage of her, do you?” she whispered. “She just doesn’t have any self-control.”
“That’s why we have an agreement,” I whispered back. “We all honor every rule.”
“You’re good kids.” She left. Well, at least Samantha didn’t get a public warning this time. I hoped she was doing okay. We hadn’t spent much time together lately.
I didn’t cook dinner. Anna sprang for pizza for everybody and paid for delivery all the way out to our house. We all got ready for the sleepover and passed inspection in front of Mom and Anna. Dad excused himself from inspecting the girls’ sleepwear. He got a surprise, though, when they paraded into the family room and gave him a kiss goodnight on the cheek. I didn’t think Dad would need any further inspiration tonight! As we headed upstairs, Anna and Mom reminded us that our sleepwear was to remain on at all times. I think they were really shocked, though, when I turned as the last pajama-clad bottom went into my room and said, “You, too, Moms.” Then I followed my girlfriends.
Of course, keeping our pajamas on didn’t mean that there wasn’t any access as we piled together in the middle of the floor, but Rose was right. Having Hannah and Sarah with us kept us a little more reserved than if it was just the wild five. Still, there was the issue of the sleeping arrangement.
“I think I’ll just get rid of my bed and decorate my room with wall-to-wall mattresses,” I laughed.
“Yes!” Samantha squealed.
“Should we make a wagon wheel on the floor?” I asked.
“Just lie down in the middle,” Hannah said. I looked a question at her and did as she commanded. She put my pillow under my head. “Doesn’t he look cute there all by himself waiting for us?” She asked. The girls all giggled, but it looked like they were waiting for her to explain. “Now, about the wagon wheel: Girls, there’s our pillow.” She pointed at me and there was a mass squeal and rush as the girls lay down with their heads and some other body parts resting on top of me.
“A puppy-pile,” Jennifer said.
“In this instance I think it’s called a pussy-pile,” Samantha laughed as she settled down next to me.
Hannah claimed my right shoulder, lying with her feet pointing toward the top. Sarah reflected her on my left shoulder. They both kissed my cheeks before they lay down and I was acutely aware of their soft breasts pressed into my face. Courtney and Jennifer lay down together on my right, pillowing their heads on my chest and stomach. Whitney and Samantha did the same thing on my left. That left Rose and she wedged my legs apart and settled between them, carefully positioning herself so she didn’t hurt anything and laying her face right on my lower abdomen. Right where my cock immediately started to rise.
“Uh… Rose?” I said, lifting my head enough to look down my body at her. She held a finger to her lips as she grinned at me. Then she snuggled her cheek against my cock and lifted her hand. She raised her eyebrows at me and pointed at my cock. I nodded and let my head fall back on my pillow between the four Gordon breasts. In a moment, I felt Rose lay her hand gently on my pajama-covered cock to hold it against her cheek as we settled into sleep mode. With one hand pulled over Courtney to hold her breast and Jennifer’s breast pressed against the back of it, and one hand wrapped around Whitney’s shoulders, I was pretty sure I was going to lie awake all night.
I didn’t, of course. Rose held me all night but didn’t jack me. That was a relief in itself. I woke to a gentle kiss on my right cheek. I opened my eyes and Hannah smiled at me.
“Papers,” she whispered.
“I’ll come with you.”
“You’d better stay put. Someone would be awful disappointed.” I glanced down to where I was still being cradled by Rose. “Dad left my bike. I’ll be back for breakfast.” She moved away and picked up her clothes from her bag, then glanced around the room. It was pretty dark. There’s a yard light out over the end of the drive and I could see her silhouetted against the dormer. After a moment, she pulled off her pajama shirt and pants. I could see an occasional bit of skin as she dressed, but mostly she was in silhouette. The thing is she faced me the entire time she was dressing and I knew she was naked even if I couldn’t actually see much. When she picked up her shoes, she paused to kiss me on the cheek again before she left. “Sweet dreams.” My cock involuntarily pulsed in Rose’s hand. As Hannah went down the stairs, Rose squeezed it and rubbed her cheek against it.
This time I really couldn’t go to sleep. It seemed like everyone stirred just a little and I became more aware of the breasts that were pushed into my hands and against my face. I couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. But if Rose kept the rhythmic squeezing and rubbing her cheek against me…
Shit! Too late. I lay perfectly still while my cock pulsed its warm fluids into my pajamas against Rose’s face. As my cock settled, Rose turned enough to kiss it and then started scooching down.
There was another general shift of bodies and I used the occasion to extract myself from the pussy pile. Once I was out of the way the girls all sort of flowed to the middle like water with their hands and heads touching each other. I grabbed my clothes and went downstairs to shower and make breakfast for my lovers.
We got back to school the twentieth of April and for four weeks just about everything revolved around the prom. Renee, Candace, and Sarah were great. They were the only upper classmen in our dating group and were taking two of us guys to the prom. But the freshman girls were just as excited as the upper classmen. Each of our prom dates designated a ‘court’ to help her get ready. Of course, Hannah was Sarah’s princess and she chose Samantha and Liz to help her get Sarah ready for the prom. Renee asked the other cheerleaders—Sora, Brenda, and Rose—to help her. Candace looked around and declared that Whitney, Cassie, Rhiannon, Denise, and Sugar were her court and they would have the best time getting ready. Lionel and I just rolled our eyes and asked the other guys if they wanted to play basketball the day of the prom. We all agreed.
“Okay, here’s the deal,” Lamar said as he pulled Lionel and me aside. “We rent a limo. It’s $45 bucks an hour with a four-hour minimum. That comes out to sixty bucks for each of us. We pick up our beautiful ladies and ride around for an hour in the limo, just cruising and having fun. Then we go to the prom. The limo has to wait for us, so we just spend two hours—no more and no less—cruising the prom, showing off our ladies, and dancing. Then we get back in the limo and cruise for another hour while our ladies cuddle up to us and we drink champagne. You know, that non-alcoholic kind. I ain’t springing for liquor.”
“So, what happens then?” I asked. “That only gets us to about eleven o’clock. Is the night over?”
“Oh! No. I got my car and I’ll take Renee on a nice romantic drive to Tower Hill. Bunch of seniors go there every year after prom and watch the sun come up. Too cold to go swimming, but we’ll play in the sand all day. I figure Candace will drive little bro around and find some place to make out. I’m sure Sarah will drive you to wherever you need to be, whenever you need to be there.”
“Lamar, about taking Renee out all night,” I said. “Do we need to do something to excuse her from our agreement? I know you guys are both seniors and maybe you shouldn’t be limited by our childish rules.”
“You got that dead wrong, Little Brother,” he said. It was cool that Lamar was calling me ‘Little Brother’ just like he did Lionel. “I really like Renee. This is my opportunity to show her that a real man respects her boundaries and the agreement we made. I promised to abide by the agreement when I asked her to the prom. I’m not going to break that promise.”
“You’re cool, Lamar.”
“Are you available Friday for a little date, Brian?” Candace asked. It was Saturday afternoon and there were fifteen of us in the attic with books spread out in front of us. There’d been a bit of chatter about the upcoming prom when everybody got there, but we recognized that we really needed to study. Sora and Rose were both in my English Comp class and we were working on our essays that were due on Thursday. I still needed to spend some time with Brenda on our Geometry assignment. I was surprised that Candace spoke into relative silence to ask me out. It was loud enough for everyone to hear and look at us. I glanced at Sarah and she smiled and went back to studying her Civics. Lionel never looked up at all.
“Sure, I guess,” I said. “I’m going to need a break by then. We can make whatever plans we need to at school. Sit with me at lunch Monday?” I really didn’t want to go into details of planning a date with everybody trying to study. It was obvious no one was going to continue until we’d finished this conversation.
“That sounds perfect. I’ll talk to you Monday,” she said.
When I found Candace at lunch on Monday she wasn’t with our group and she wasn’t with the drama group. She was sitting by herself at a corner table. I almost didn’t see her. I walked over to join her.
“Excuse me, Miss, but is this seat taken?”
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” Candace said.
“He’s a fool for letting you sit here all alone in a joint like this,” I said as casually as I could. I set my tray down on the table. “I’ll stick here with you to keep the riff-raff away while you wait.”
“That’s so kind of you, sir. Since he hasn’t shown up, I suppose you’ll do. In a pinch.”
“If you pinch me, do I not bleed?” I asked. Candace snorted. “I know it’s ‘If you prick us, do we not bleed?’ But being a gentleman, how could I say ‘prick’ in front of such a fine lady.”
“Yet you do, my lord. I pray you tarry; pause a day or two before you hazard; for in choosing wrong, I lose your company: therefore forebear a while.” The school production of The Merchant of Venice was just two weeks away. Candace was Portia and I’d run lines with her a few times. In order to understand what the heck was going on, I’d read the whole play.
“Madam, you have bereft me of all words.” I’d said some of the lines often enough that I knew them, but I didn’t really know the order. It just sounded appropriate.
“So sweet,” she smiled. “Do you really want to go out Friday?”
“With you, Candace? Of course I do. I can’t believe you can switch from musical comedy to Shakespearean tragedy so easily.”
“It’s not a tragedy, it’s a comedy.”
“Strange sense of humor.”
“Let’s not ‘quibble’ about Shakespeare. I want you to myself Friday.”
“You have me, love. After all, I practically proposed to you on national TV.”
“That was local and hardly a proposal, but this is. I propose we cook dinner for your parents Friday night.”
“That’s our date?”
“Just part of it. When your parents are sated and no longer able to object, we’ll go for a walk.”
“A walk.”
“In the woods.”
“A walk in the woods.”
“Sounds like a play by Ionesco, but I promise, not so absurd.”
“Candace, you are way beyond me.”
“I’d like something else for our date.”
“What’s that?”
“I’d like you to get permission to cut school that day.”
“Why?”
“Because I’d like you to be with me in court.”
“We can’t really get married, Candace. I’m only fifteen.”
“No, but you can be with me when I officially get my name changed.”
“Really? You’re really going to do it?”
“The paperwork is all filed, the notices have run in the paper, and Friday, May first is the date I have my final hearing.”
“That’s so cool!”
“Yeah. Except…”
“What?”
“I should have talked to you before I talked to your parents. Brian, I don’t want you to think this means more than it does. I’m not really proposing to you and I never expect you to have the kind of feelings toward me that would result in our ever getting married. But…”
“Candace? But what?”
“I like your name. I like the fact that we’ve been so close and yet so free all this year. I liked it so much that I filed my name change to be the same as yours. We’ll be like brother and sister, only not related and not bitchy to each other. It’s just the name, Brian. You aren’t responsible for me and your parents aren’t, but… oh God! I was so stupid!” I’d never seen Candace so shaken up. She was always so confident. But she was changing her last name to match mine? I was shocked, but at the same time it was thrilling. She liked me enough to change her name to mine? We really could be brother and sister. I’d like that. Oh shit! She’s crying. I have to do something.
“Candace. Sweetheart,” I turned her face toward me. She looked miserable.
“I’m sorry. I should have asked.”
“You really want your name to be… Brian Jones?” She looked at me and her mouth kept opening and closing but nothing came out. I held off as long as I could and then just started cackling. She snorted some tears and some snot and started beating me on the chest. I just wrapped my arms around her and held her to me. “I love you, Candace Frost,” I said. “I’m going to love having a new sister.”
“It won’t be Candace, either,” she whispered. “I wanted something elegant. I’m changing my first name to Elaine.”
“Elaine Frost,” I whispered. “And the Academy Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role goes to Elaine Frost. I think it works.”
“You are the biggest dope I ever met!”
“Fair lady, you drop manna in the way of starved people.”
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