A Game Among Friends Ended in Group Sex

At eighteen, six months can feel like an eternity. That was how long we’d been dating them, and we still couldn’t understand why four such gorgeous girls were wasting their weekends with us.

There were four of us: Damián, Bruno, Sergio, and me, Lucho. We’d known each other our whole lives, from the same neighborhood. We weren’t ugly, but we weren’t anything special either. They, on the other hand, were smoking hot. We met Carla one day when we were bored in the square; she was brunette, short, with curly hair and an easy smile. She was waiting for her friends to go to the movies, and Damián, who had always been the least shy of us, pulled us into the plan.

That was how the other three came along. Mara was the one I liked: skinny, with straight black hair and a face that, to me, had no comparison. Sofía was short too, but had big breasts, and Bruno’s eyes would drift to her every time she laughed. And then there was Renata, the most beautiful of the four, so out of reach that none of us dared even look her in the face.

From that day on, there wasn’t a weekend without a plan: movies, beers, music, conversations that never seemed to end. We preferred to enjoy the moment rather than ask ourselves why they kept choosing us.

***

That night we were at Damián’s place, drinking beer, when Mara suddenly said:

—Why don’t we play something?

—Like what? —Sergio asked.

—Let’s play Spin the Bottle —Carla said, too quickly.

There was a brief silence. We guys were left not knowing what to say, but none of them complained. In fact, they all backed it. They’d talked about it beforehand, I thought. We sat on the floor, alternating boy and girl, and Damián spun the bottle with his usual indifference.

The first rounds were kisses. Long, with tongue, while the rest of us clapped and jeered. By the time half an hour had passed, we’d all kissed each other. Mara kept saying, half-joking, that she’d even go down to her underwear, until on one spin the bottle pointed at me. Fired up by the beers, I said:

—I think Mara keeps saying that because deep down it’s what she wants. That’s your challenge.

She went red, protested, but the others egged her on and she had no choice. She stood up and took off her blouse. Then she lowered her shorts, slowly, until she was left in cotton panties with little flowers. Her breasts were small and firm, and seeing them like that, barely covered by that thin fabric, took my breath away. We all applauded her, and then it was my turn to strip too. I pulled off my shirt and pants to whistles, and I noticed how boldly they looked at me.

—Wow, not bad at all —Carla said.

That was when Renata cut the game off. With the way things were headed, she suggested switching to questions and, later, to a game of “Never Have I Ever” with the little tequila that was left. We drank and laughed until I came up with an idea and threw it out without thinking too much:

—Never have I ever accepted an invitation to an orgy.

—That’s not something you’ve already done —Bruno said, confused.

—No. It’s: if you would do it, you drink. If you wouldn’t, you don’t.

The four of us guys drank without thinking, laughing. And out of the girls, only one raised her glass: Carla. Nobody commented, but I filed that away.

***

The next day I couldn’t get the night out of my head. I’d just managed to get my uncle to lend me his beach house for a few holiday days, and the idea started taking shape on its own. I waited for Carla near her building, pretended to be distracted, and ended up asking her if the orgy thing had been serious. She laughed nervously, played it off as a joke, but before we said goodbye I told her about the trip to the beach, all eight of us. She said she’d check with the others.

It took them three days to answer. The wait felt endless. When Carla finally met me downstairs from my place, the first thing she said left me stunned:

—I told the girls about the orgy.

—Why did you do that? Now they’re going to think I’m an idiot.

—They don’t think that. I told you: more than one of us should have had that drink that night.

I didn’t believe her. I told her flat out: girls like them could be with whoever they wanted. Carla laughed and explained something I’d never imagined.

—You know why we like going out with you guys? The day we met, at the movies, you were all mesmerized by the film, not trying to put a hand on us. Then, at the bar, the same thing: no cheap pickup lines. You treated us like friends, like people, not like a pair of tits and an ass you wanted to grab. That’s why we like you so much.

I stood there looking like an idiot. It was true: partly because we were shy, partly because we thought they were out of our league, we’d never even tried anything.

—Now we want to try things —she went on—. And better with you. There’s only one problem: Renata won’t be convinced.

Later I told Carla the truth about Renata: a year earlier, she had fallen in love with an older guy who used her and dumped her, without even making her come. That was why she was the most distant. I told Carla that if Renata didn’t want to, there was no orgy, period, and that we were coming to have a good time anyway. She looked at me in a way I’d never seen before.

—That’s why we love you guys —she said.

That same night she called me. They’d talked to Renata, explained that it was only about having a good time, and in the end she’d joined in. With two conditions: that it happen only once, and that nobody ever talk about it. I agreed to both without hesitation.

***

We left on a Friday before dawn, the eight of us squeezed into the pickup truck Sergio borrowed from his father. Six hours on the road, music blasting, singing like always. My uncle’s house was in a half-empty development, fifteen minutes from the beach, with a garden and a pool, secluded enough to make as much noise as we wanted.

The first thing was the pool. Seeing them in bikinis was a show: Renata tanning with that magazine-perfect body, Sofía with an impossible cleavage, Carla with those rounded curves, Mara swimming in a pink bikini that showed off an ass we’d never noticed under her loose clothes. We dove into the water, splash fights and piggyback rides, the girls on our shoulders, laughing until we were exhausted.

Before dinner, I gathered my nerve and laid down the rules. It was hard getting started, but I said it:

—I made some rules. For the orgy.

—I think that’s a good idea —Carla answered, and the others nodded.

—First: we came on a friends’ trip, so we won’t be at that all the time. I was thinking we’d do sessions. Today at six the first one starts. Second: no alcohol until it’s over, everyone sober. Third, and most important: if someone doesn’t want to do something, it’s no. A gesture is enough. We came to have a good time, and if someone does something they don’t want to do, they’re not having a good time.

—That rule is perfect —Renata said, and for the first time I saw her relaxed.

—And for the guys: if you’re about to come, say so. They decide what happens next.

They laughed as if it were a joke, but I meant it.

***

By six I had everything ready: mattresses on the floor, the furniture moved aside, and in the center, a board game I’d put together myself. A board with spaces, colored pieces, and four stacks of cards that got hotter with each round. You rolled one die to advance and another, an eight-sided one, to decide who got the challenge. Whoever reached the end first chose the pairs for the session’s first encounter.

We sat down alternating again. You could feel the nerves. The first round was mild: take off one piece of clothing and give a ten-second kiss. Damián took Sofía’s blouse off and they melted into a kiss that got all of us in the mood. Carla danced as she stripped Sergio, moving her hips with a shamelessness that woke something up in more than one of us. When it was my turn with Renata, she took my shirt off while slowly caressing my chest, and when she pressed against me to kiss me she had to feel, through the swimsuit, how hard I was.

—You liked that, huh? —Bruno teased.

—Of course —I said, and they all laughed.

The second round added hands. Now, besides the kiss, whoever rolled could touch wherever they wanted, while the other let themselves be handled. Damián freed Renata’s breasts —the biggest of the four, firm and perfect— and stroked them slowly until he drew out a low moan. When it was Carla’s turn, I slipped my hand under her bikini until I felt how wet she was; she arched her back and parted her lips in a sigh just as the timer went off. The room had turned thick, packed with a tension no one was hiding anymore: us guys adjusting our erections, the girls pressing their legs together.

The third round was oral sex. Fifteen seconds. Carla was first, brave as always, lying back so Damián could spread her legs and lick her while she writhed. Then it was her turn to return the favor: she crawled over to Sergio and took him all the way into her mouth, going up and down with a rhythm that left me rock hard. When it was my turn with Mara, I moved in to within inches of her, tasted her for the first time and felt her lift her hips against my mouth, moaning, until I would have sworn she had an orgasm. She didn’t say it, but her body screamed it.

***

The fourth round was the most intense. Two people at once: a blowjob while getting another. The air was pure lust. Carla ended up riding my face while she sucked Bruno off, and when she came she made no attempt to hide it, throwing her head back with a long moan that spread to all of us. I could barely hold on, trapped between her thighs.

By then nobody was looking at the board for the game anymore, but for the images. Renata, who had come in doubting whether she should even be there, was now sucking a cock while I fucked her from the side on the sofa; seeing her, exactly her, so surrendered, was the hottest thing of the whole night.

When Mara finally rolled the number that made her the winner, she bounced on her toes.

—I want to fuck already, I can’t take it anymore —she said, and they all burst into knowing laughter.

—You have to set up the pairs —I reminded her.

—Bruno with Sofía, Damián with Carla, Sergio with Renata —she said, suddenly serious.

It was obvious she had saved herself for me. I didn’t ask why. She was the one I liked most, so I turned to her, put a hand on her cheek, and we kissed while, all around us, the other couples started their game.

***

Mara pushed me back so I’d lie down and climbed on top. She kissed her way down my body to my cock, kissed it, turned over onto a sixty-nine with me, and I held her by the ass while I licked her. She was soaked. Then she sat up, straddled me in a squat, and placed the head of my cock at her entrance.

By reflex I pushed a little, and she pulled away.

—Wait —she said.

I remembered she was a virgin. Like me. I stayed still, letting her take control. She put her hands on my chest and lowered herself slowly, feeling how I opened her centimeter by centimeter, the walls tightening around me, everything wet and hot. When she had all of me inside, she let out a moan that shook me from head to toe. At last she lowered her head and looked at me with a mixture of lust and tenderness I never forgot.

She started moving, first just a little, then with faster and faster bounces. I caressed her breasts, bit her nipples with my lips, and she moaned nonstop. In the middle of it all, one of my hands slid to the center of her ass.

She stopped for an instant.

—Are you putting a finger in me?

—A little —I admitted, embarrassed, without pulling my hand away.

—Well, it feels good.

She kissed me and kept riding me. When she changed rhythm, rocking her pelvis forward, I felt her walls clench hard; her legs trembled, she pulled in her stomach, moaned, and collapsed onto my chest. Those spasms were enough to make me unable to hold back any longer, and I came inside her, head thrown back. We stayed like that, wrapped around each other, my breathing syncing with hers.

—It’s done —she whispered in my ear—. We’re not virgins anymore.

***

The night went on, bodies changing partners without urgency, amid laughter and moans that filled the living room. Later we all ended up in the pool, naked under the moon.

—I always wanted to swim like this —Carla said, floating.

When exhaustion finally beat us —the early start, the trip, everything— we called the session over and went upstairs to sleep. I put on a pair of shorts and lay down on the bed, my head spinning, unable to believe what had happened. And that was only the first day; there were several left.

Suddenly, in the doorway, Mara appeared. She was wearing only an old T-shirt that covered her just to the waist.

—Can I sleep here? It’s just that they moved all the beds and...

—Of course. Come on.

I patted the mattress. She walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek, and draped an arm over my chest, resting her head and lifting one leg as if she were hugging me completely. My mind stopped racing. It wasn’t sexual at all: it was peace. I could hear my own heart and feel how, little by little, my breathing matched hers, until I fell deeply asleep.