Seasons Ch. 02 - Pandoras Paddle

Amazingly, it was only a few weeks after our boundaries had been tested, that Beth once again appeared at my doorstep, although this time there was no party, nor was I in the process of flirting with any coeds. If anything, she was more affectionate and…happy. In fact she was kind of acting like we were a couple, which immediately caused warning klaxons to go off in my head.

But my fears were unwarranted as it was quite a nice visit, with her cozying up to me on the couch as we chatted amiably about various topics, like when were we getting together again. Since she had class coming up in 15 minutes, she excused herself and got up to leave, giving me a kiss before she pushed herself up and heading for the door.

A sudden thought popped into my head, making me jump up to catch her before she got out the door.

"Hold up, before you go, want to come over Sunday to have a few drinks and watch football?"

She turned towards me and slipped back into my arms, molding her fantastic curves around me like like jigsaw pieces.

"Who all will be there?" she asked as she breathed into my ear, before nibbling on it. I was immediately on fire as a result.

"I don't know? Probably just Dan?"

Biting my ear a little harder, "Make sure and keep an open mind" she breathed before breaking the embrace, sliding a hand down my chest to my belt line, then drifting sideways and off. My libido did that damn dance again.

With a sexy smile, she turned and walked out the door to her car.

"Open mind?" I mused, "What the hell did that mean?"

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Over the next week, when we ran into each other, it was now with a hug and a kiss... a long one. Every time I ran into her, I left with a hardon as I went to my next class, garnering not a few looks from women who glanced at me. Needless to say, I was pretty pent up by the time the weekend arrived.

Finally Sunday rolled around, bringing with it a lineup of thrilling football matchups. I had extended an invitation to Dan to join me for a day of football, beer, junk food, and the inevitable back-and-forth banter about our supposed football expertise. We were well-prepared for kickoff, surrounded by an ample supply of beer and chips, with plans to order pizza as the main course later in the day. I hadn't heard from Beth since our last encounter on campus, so her attendance was uncertain.

With at least two games airing simultaneously, we anticipated disputes over remote control management during commercial breaks. To mitigate this and stave off boredom in case the games turned lackluster, we devised a system: the remote would be passed after every change of possession. If one of us failed to do so and the other noticed, the offender had to take a drink. Instead of passing the actual remote, we chose a random object to serve as the "torch"—an old ping pong paddle—reducing the risk of spilling drinks on the real remote.

With this crucial matter settled, we sank into the sofa, ready to dive into the pregame festivities.

A knock at the front door heralded what I assumed to be Beth’s arrival.

"Come in!" we shouted in unison.

To my delight, Beth strolled in, a six-pack of hard lemonade in one hand and a large bottle of tequila in the other.

"Dammmmn..." Dan and I both groaned in chorus.

Tequila typically signaled trouble, spelled with a capital T. It crossed my mind that this might relate to the cryptic comment she had made before leaving my place earlier that week. What exactly was she planning? It wasn’t just the alcohol that piqued my curiosity; she looked as stunning as ever. Her yoga pants clung to her legs, while her sweatshirt hung just long enough to tantalize without revealing her curves as she sauntered in and headed to the kitchen to deposit her drinks in the fridge.

Beth burst out of the kitchen with a mischievous grin plastered across her face, brandishing the bottle of dangerous fluid like a trophy won from a perilous quest. She slammed it down on the coffee table with a flourish, adding three shot glasses with a deliberate clink before wedging herself between Dan and me. Her eyes flicked to the ping pong paddle resting on his lap, filled with curiosity and a spark of mischief.

"What's with the paddle?" she inquired, one eyebrow arching in amused challenge, a hint of blush creeping up her neck like wildfire. Once again my inner monologue piped up, wondering what was going on behind those pretty green eyes.

As the first game began, we explained the purpose of the paddle and its role in our drinking game. Since none of us had kicked off the drinking yet, we were all on high alert for any changes in the game, ensuring that the paddle was passed without any penalties during the first quarter. As the game progressed and the drinks began to flow, there were a few close calls, but far between as we got up to speed.

But the pace was apparently not fast enough as Beth quickly grew antsy and proposed a shot to liven things up. We sputtered as the tequila burned its way down our throats, but the change in mood was immediate.

The trash talk between us escalated with each passing play, and when Dan made his first mistake by not passing the paddle after an interception, he had to take the first penalty drink of the day. As we continued to sip on our drinks, Beth grew impatient again with our slow pace and poured shots for each of us, declaring that from now on, penalties would be met with a shot instead of just a sip of beer or lemonade. As the stakes became more intense, so did our focus, all keenly aware of the paddles progress between us.

Of course, Beth “made” her first mis pass, whether on purpose or not was unclear, and without a word of complaint, she took the first penalty “shot” of the day, her hand steady and her focus unwavering. After knocking back the penalty shot, she excused herself to go to the restroom. Before leaving, she casually tossed the paddle to Dan and turned to leave. But before she could take a step, Dan caught the paddle and delivered a swift smack to her backside, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. Instead of getting angry, she stopped in her tracks and bent over slightly, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Thank you sir, may I have another... and this time make it count," she playfully challenged.

Dan looked at me with raised eyebrows, silently asking for my opinion. I shrugged, realizing that something was definitely going on with her today.

Smack! The sound of the paddle connecting with her stretch pant clad ass, echoing through the room, startling all three of us. But Beth just kept staring at Dan, then turned to me with a sly smile and bit her lip. Taking this as a signal, Dan delivered another swift smack to her other cheek. She closed her eyes briefly, savoring the sensation before straightening up and rubbing her buttocks with both hands. We couldn't help but stare at her freshly spanked ass as she sauntered off to the bathroom, both of us imagining those cheeks without the cover of the yoga pants.

Dan turned to me incredulously, blurting out in a loud whisper, "What is happening? Am I dreaming?"

"I'm not certain, but she's definitely plotting something. Let's just roll with it for now—what's the harm? Even if she ends things with me again, we'll at least enjoy ourselves tonight!" I said with a smirk. I hadn't told Dan about the boundary-pushing encounter Beth and I had with a stranger a few weeks ago. It had apparently sparked something in Beth, and I wasn't quite sure how it might influence today's events.

"Yeah but how are we supposed to focus on the game within the game when she's teasing us like this? We'll end up drinking too much and passing out before we even finish!" Dan lamented.

But before we could continue our conversation, Beth returned with fresh drinks, her cheeks rosy and a mischievous glint in her eye. The playful spanking continued throughout the game, with Beth teasing us and showing off the top of her ass, enough to show the black whale tail peeking up. And as the night went on and the drinks flowed freely, she even pulled down her yoga pants to give us a better view, nearly half her ass on display, split by that amazing thong.

"Is my ass red?" she giggled, clearly enjoying the attention.

We were too stunned and aroused to answer coherently, only managing to stammer out "Not... sure... maybe you should bend over... a bit more..."

Laughing, she covered back up, blew us a kiss and sat down. Needless to say there was no lack of lumber in the room at that point. We were all feeling our liquor at this point, so subtly was kind of out the window, not withstanding the fact that if we drank much more we would surely pass out before things got interesting. Dan of course, with nothing to lose, suggested we add “strip paddle” as an option to avoid drinking as much, and as a means of extending the game.

"Well, we'd drink less if we add strip paddle, these drinks are killing us, just sayin" Dan groaned.

"You guys just want to get me naked, you'll just gang up one me!" she chided

"Well yeah, doy, were dudes... we really don't want to see each other naked... sheesh! We can keep drinking though, no worries."

As I listened to them banter, I knew what she was after, since she seemed to glance at me for approval, or at least acceptance. When I knew Dan's attention was on the game, I leaned over to her, kissed her ear and whispered "My minds open..."

Turning towards me slightly, it was obvious that she was turned on, her neck and cheeks were flushed and she looked a little out of breath. Meeting my eyes, I could tell she had already made up her mind, but my response had eased any concerns she may have had. Giving me a small, conspiratorial smile, she turned back to the game.

The next two gotcha's were Dan and I, so we promptly drank, somehow forgetting the whole clothes or drink choice.

Fortune shown on us on Beth's turn as she forgot not one, but two passes! She immediately cried foul, accusing us of teaming up against her, but even as buzzed as we were, we were able to prove she had missed two and almost a 3rd! The razzing continued unabated until she grudgingly sat forward, pouring herself shot.

"Two penalties?" she asked one more time.

"Yes!" came the chorus.

Before Beth took the shot, she looked at us both, then began to pull her sweatshirt up and over her head, stretching out her arms to reveal she had a crop top football jersey on underneath, showing a generous view of bra clad underboob. She grinned triumphantly at us, downed her shot, then threw the paddle into Dan's lap.

The silence was only broken by the commentators on the tv as Dan and I both stared at Beth, neither of us missing the fact that the crop top was short enough that it could not hide the underboob nor her rock hard nipples. Both Dan and I gulped, then tried valiantly to get our attention back on the game, so as not to miss passing the paddle ourselves. It was very difficult though, as Beth was practically daring us to stare at her, going as far as to stretch and lean back a bit, thrusting her ample chest out to amazing effect.

I think each of us knew that it would take blind luck at this point to not lose clothing. None of us had thought it all the way through, since all Dan and I had were pants, shirts and underwear, while Beth had her crop top, yoga pants, bra and underwear. We had long since passed the point where we could think very clearly, as much alcohol as we had consumed.

I was the next victim, having carried the paddle into the kitchen while getting more beer and thereby missed an interception. I nearly dropped them when I realized what had happened. Goodbye shirt!

Dan, who was busy chatting up Beth (who had draped her arm over the couch to turn in his direction) not even hiding the fact he was staring at her chest and midriff, flat forgot to pay attention and lost his shirt. Even worse, flustered as he was, he lost again almost immediately and became pant less. Now Beth couldn't help but notice his rather obvious hard on. Finally he managed to pass the paddle to Beth.

The last tequila shot seemed to have given Beth a surge of energy, her confidence growing as she strutted around the room. Dan and I exchanged sly glances and began arguing about a questionable call during a previous game, our voices rising in fake intensity. It was enough to distract Beth from catching a pass, and we both silently congratulated each other on our clever ploy. I left the room to get a couple more beers and a hard lemonade (to let the trap set), so I nearly missed the ensuing excitement, as it took me a few minutes.

But as I walked back into the room with drink refills in hand, I noticed that the room had gone quiet. I heard Dan's voice "Did you forget something?", followed by a panicked "Oh shit" from Beth. As I turned to face them, I saw Dan's arms raised in victory and Beth with her hand over her mouth, staring at me with wide eyes and a deep blush creeping up her cheeks.

Suddenly, she broke out into a relieved grin and reached behind herself under her shirt, performing a seemingly impossible feat that only women can do: removing her bra without taking off her shirt. She gloated in triumph, raising her hands in the air while Dan and I were left speechless. Beth forgot she was wearing a crop top and had just revealed a generous amount of her now bare tits, leaving us both stunned.

Before Beth could keep boasting, Dan revealed another surprise: she had actually missed three changes of possession. Beth's smug attitude quickly disappeared as she stumbled over her words and tried to backtrack, her face turning an even brighter shade of red. She found herself in a bind - if she removed her shirt, her chest would be exposed, so the only option was to take off her yoga pants instead.

Her eyes met mine as she took a deep breath (revealing that wonderful underboob), poured herself another shot, downed it, and stood up from the couch. She stepped away and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants, waiting for us to look up at her before slowly wiggling her hips and teasingly pulling down her pants. As the fabric edged down, revealing her belly button and black underwear, she rotated her body to give us a view of her perfectly round ass in a thong.

Beth continued to turn with slow, deliberate movements, keeping her eyes on us as she bent at the hips and exposed more of her backside. Her neck and face were flushed, only her eyes visible as she watched us over her shoulder. It was like a seductive strip tease, and we were both completely awestruck at the perfection that was Beth’s ass, still rosy from the earlier paddling.

As she continued to wiggle, the black tights clung tightly to the curves of her hips before slipping down to her knees in one swift movement. She stayed bent over, gracefully removing them one leg at a time until she was able to step out of them. With careful precision, she folded the sweatpants and placed them on the coffee table in front of us. Sitting back down on the couch, she kept her eyes fixed on the game with a sly smile playing on her lips.

Dan and I, once again in shock, quickly realized we needed to pay attention to the game before us. We had all been drinking, and our senses were further dulled as we stole glances at her bare legs.

Dan was the next victim, choosing to take a drink as his penalty, having only his underwear at this point. The game was dragging on slowly now, making it even harder for us to stay focused. During a commercial break, I caught Beth teasing Dan by crossing and uncrossing her still-tan legs while stretching her arms over her head. Her teasing backfired on her as she missed her next pass.

"Wait, come on guys, are you going to make me remove everything?" she playfully pleaded.

"We just want to know which article of clothing you'll remove next," I joked.

"Fine," she said with a smirk. "But no funny business." With that, she reached to her hips and effortlessly slid off her underwear without even standing up.

"Well, that was anticlimactic," Dan sighed disappointedly.

We resumed the game, but this time there was no leg crossing or re-crossing from Beth. Her hands remained folded over her lap as we played. Next it was my turn to lose an article of clothing when I left the room to grab more beers - taking advantage of the opportunistic moment yet again.

But things took a profound turn when Beth seemed to lose focus (though I couldn't help but wonder if it was intentional) and dropped the next pass. As Dan and I both realized that Beth would now be completely naked, we tried to contain our excitement so as not to make her uncomfortable. I casually reminded her that she had missed her turn and would have to pay the penalty. Once again, she denied it but eventually gave in.

But then Beth surprised us even more.

"Is there some way I can earn a pass, maybe even get my underwear back?" she asked shyly, avoiding our gazes. Dan and I began discussing it as she nervously fidgeted on the couch.

"Well, we could be nice and end the game..." I suggested, knowing full well that neither of us would agree to that.

"No way!" Dan immediately responded.

"Hmm... how about a challenge of some sort? If she meets the challenge, she gets to keep the current article of clothing?" I proposed.

"You have my attention!" Dan exclaimed eagerly.

"Guys?" Beth's voice was filled with (mock) worry.

Beth's breath came in rapid, shallow gasps as she perched anxiously on the edge of the couch, her eyes flickering between us with a frenetic energy. Her face was a mask of feigned embarrassment and worry, yet beneath the surface, her excitement threatened to burst forth, a barely contained storm of anticipation.

I proposed a test of self control - Beth had to remain completely silent for one minute while Dan tried to get her to make a sound. If she succeeded, she could keep her top; if not, she would lose it and have the chance to win it back in a subsequent round. The prospect of being naked for the rest of the game seemed to add to Beth's already heightened state.

"I don't know about this..." Beth hesitated, but her voice betrayed her true feelings - curiosity and eagerness.

"Well, it's either that or be gloriously naked for the whole game," I replied with a sly grin. "And I'm sure Dan won't ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Dan could only nod, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn't hide the hunger in his eyes, causing Beth to squirm in anticipation rather than nervousness.

"All right then, but I can say stop or no if I don't like where this is going, right?" Beth raised an eyebrow at me, knowing full well that she was completely on board with this challenge.

With an old timer in hand, I switched seats so he could easily see both of them without turning. I set the timer for one minute and sat back to wait for Dan's first instruction. I was prepared to give plenty of extra time for this challenge, since it was building the anticipation up and we could all feel it.

"Okay Beth, would you kindly bend over the coffee table?" Dan asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Beth rolled her eyes, hesitating for effect and taking a deep breath. She slowly slid forward off the couch and dropped down onto her knees, bending over the coffee table and placing her hands on her folded sweatshirt. She looked back at Dan with a mixture of resistance and excitement as she felt his eyes on her naked backside, then turned to me and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I tried to imagine Dan’s view of her naked ass in all its glory and her naked breasts visible under the hanging crop top.

I looked at Beth expectantly, eyebrow raised in a challenge, waving the timer in front of her, reminding her that the challenge would officially begin on my mark. The flush spread across Beth's face and neck made me realize just how turned on she was by this situation, made more so by the fact that I could see right thru her “reluctance”.

Dan got up from the couch and moved closer to Beth, getting a good look at her exposed rear end. "Ready... set... go!" I started the timer just before Dan smacked one bare cheek with the ping pong paddle.

"Owww! Not fair, that’s cheating!" Beth exclaimed in a pained voice.

I stopped the timer and declared that Dan had won the first round, giving him an additional 2 minutes to try and make Beth break her silence again, if she wanted to continue with the double or nothing challenge. "Do you want to continue, Beth?" I asked, my tone taunting her to give into the challenge even more.

"Yes, yes, okay, but please don’t…ooooh…not so hard" Beth whined. I noticed right away though that she had not stated outright for him to not spank her, to which I briefly made eye contact with Dan, nodding slightly. He got the message right away.

"Ready?"

They both nodded, so I once again started the timer after I had added the additional time (or I added even more, who can tell?). I scooted forward until I was in front of her, reaching to grip her crop top and began to pull it over her head, just as the paddle smacked her ass again, left cheek this time. To her credit, she remained silent, though I saw her ass begin to shimmy from side to side as to avoid the next spank.

Instead of pulling the shirt completely off, I left it with her arms outstretched covering her head, her now naked chest swaying just over the sweatshirt, her rock hard nipples brushing the fabric slightly after each slap to her ass. Discarding the paddle, Dan switch to spanking her with his bare hand, and watched as her ass danced around, her attempts to avoid the spanks in vain. I upped the ante by taking her breasts in each hand, stroking them, gently pinching her nipples as she barely stifled a moan at the new touches, her eyes closed as she tried (pretended) to stay silent.

"One minute remaining!" I informed them, knowing there was a lot more time. I finished pulling Beth's shirt off, which pulled her forward a bit, the sweatshirt acting like a slide. As she moved forward, she dropped her arms and hands over the side of the coffee table, supporting her with the shirt still tangled around her hands. Beth's eyes where still closed, her face scrunching up as each slap landed, her chest and face red as she endured the spanking.

I was worried for a moment that Dan would run out of time before making her make another sound, but he was way ahead of me. His slaps were not coming down as hard and his hand was lingering when it landed, stroking between her cheeks, trailing fingers down below to her pussy, stroking her lips lightly. I watched as her ass, which had been wiggling from side to side during the spanking, slow it's movements to a rolling motion as his hand lingered, even more so as the stroking became probing, grazing across her puckered star and pussy. With 30 seconds left to go, he gave up on the spanking altogether, using both hands to spread her ass cheeks, bending down to lick between them like a starving man.

This almost yanked a gasp from her, but she remained strong, until Dan went hard core.

"15 seconds..."

I didn't notice it until I finished calling out the time, that Beth had spread her knees apart, giving Dan wide open access to her pussy and ass. Raising up, he quietly spit a very large glob so it landed just above her asshole, then without giving her time to prepare, bent forward and plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, circling the spit with his index finger around her quivering sphincter, then plunging it into her ass at the same time.

"Unnnggghhhh... oh god... fuck" she gasped, her eyes flying open for the first time since the spanking had begun.

"Double it again Beth?” I asked.

“Ye Yesssss…ooooohhh”

I added more time, but may have added a LOT, knowing any “ding” might signal an end to things. Dan carefully got behind Beth, dropping his underwear in the process, hard-on jutting out. Removing his finger from her ass momentarily, he positioned his cock between her thighs so it rubbed right across her pussy lips, then started to thrust back and forth, gripping her ass and waist as he thrust back and forth.

Not willing to remain out of the action any longer, I dropped my own underwear and kneeled in front of Beth, stroking myself slowly, reaching forward to stroke one of her breasts as I watched her react to Dan's cock stroking her clit. Her eyes had closed after her last outburst, lips parted as her breathing quickened, hips starting to rotate as she tried to maximize the feelings his cock sawing back and forth was having on her.

Thoroughly enjoying the feel of his cock against her wet lips and noticing that her ass was rotating in small circles, he slid his left hand from her hip, rubbing between her cheeks and teasing her star with his thumb while he continued to thrust back and forth between her lips and over her clit. Beth arched her back even more, rotating her hips harder and harder against his cock, her breathing becoming ragged.

Beth's tits were gently swaying against her discarded sweatshirt, now that she had arched her back to maximize contact with Dan. I scooted closer to Beth, reaching under her chest to grasp breasts in each hand, then sliding my fingers down to grip her nipples between thumb and forefingers, pinching harder than before, my cock poised in front of her mouth, her breath hot against my glans.

"Oh my god... you guys... aaahhh... time.. uuunnngh," Beth moaned as she was quickly being overwhelmed by all the different things we were doing to her, keeping her off balance.

Dan changed things up again by pulling back farther, changing his angle slightly, then pushing forward once more. This new angle allowed his cock to press between the lips of her pussy, entering her slightly, before slipping out and forward to rub her clit. Beth's eyes popped opened for a moment, meeting mine, as she felt him nearly entering her, then dropping her eyes to my hard cock hovering in front of her mouth, gasping hard as I pinched both her nipples hard.

Dan chose that moment to plunge his thumb deep into her ass.

"Unnnngghh... ow... oh, oww, my ass... unngh!"

Beth's eyes rolled up in her head, clearly overwhelmed by all the sensations. I gripped the back of her head, pushing it down as I flexed my hips forward, pushing my cock into her still open mouth, reveling in the wet heat as she sucked me further in as if on autopilot, moaning and grunting as Dan teased her while working his thumb in and out of her spasming asshole.

In the back of my head, I still thought it was possible that Beth would put a stop to everything, but then realizing that she had lost any control she may have had as we continued to take advantage of every inch of her hot body.

Any doubts though were put to rest as Dan pulled back once again, this time re-situating himself and placing his cock right at the entrance of her pussy, barely touching it. I moved my left hand to cup the back of her head as I watched her ass swaying in circles, her body trying to flex back to recapture his cock while he remained just out of reach. One of her hands slowly snaked back between her legs so that she could rub her clit while the other reached up to grip my waist for support, pulling me deeper into her mouth, a soft whining moan from her throat as she tried to get contact with Dan again.

Removing his thumb from her ass, eliciting further whining moans from the emptiness she was feeling, Dan instead gripped her hips with both hands and began pushing forward, slowly sinking himself a few inches inside her.

Groaning around my cock, she pushed me back for a moment, my cock slipping out of her mouth.

"You jerks, you... oh fuck... mmmph... mmmm," Beth groaned loudly as Dan pulled back, then pushed in with more force, easily burying his entire length inside of her, "oh oh... fuggg me please... mmmmph", recapturing my cock and moaning loudly around it as Dan began to thrust in and out of her.

Grabbing her head once more, I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth, starting to slowly pull in and out as her hand kept me from going to deep. Dan had set a steady, slow pace now that she had adjusted to his girth, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in. Beth's hand was going crazy between her legs as she grunted and moaned around my cock, her cries getting higher and higher pitched.

All three of us were in constant motion, the slapping sounds of Dave's hips against her ass blending with the increasing volume of her moans, the latter vibrating my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. I could tell she was at a fever pitch, right at the edge, when Dan stabbed his right thumb deep into her ass in tandem with his cock plunging into her pussy, and Beth came unglued.

"aaaaaAAAAAHHHHHH!" she screamed around my cock as she went over the edge, the tendons in her neck standing out as a came hard, completely losing focus on my cock in her mouth as wave after wave blasted through her. Dan didn't stand a chance as she clamped down on him like a vice, thrusting forward and emptying himself inside her, wringing even more moans from Beth as she felt him cum. Those same moans pulled me over the edge as well, as I forced myself deep enough to touch the back of her throat and came, forcing Beth to desperately swallow as I spurted over and over again.

Pushing me backwards so she could breath, she placed both of her hands on the floor as Dan leaned back onto the couch, slipping out of her in the process, pulling a last grunt from her. We were all trying to catch out breath, none of us ready to break the silence that had fallen on the room.

At last Beth struggled up from the coffee table, gathering her clothes as Dan and I simply watched and admired her naked form, not knowing how she was going to react to what had just happened.

"Okay guys, show's over, I am heading upstairs to shower" she mumbled. Her actions did not match her words though, as she bent over at the waist, giving us a fine view of that perfect ass as she collected her panties, then straightened up and grabbing her half empty wine cooler and drained it in one pull. As she started to walk past me, she leaned down, looking me straight in the eyes for what seemed like forever but was only a few seconds and whispered "Are we still okay?"

I smiled as I stood up, pulling her naked body against my own and kissed her hard. She broke the kiss off first, breathing hard again and looked me in the eyes again.

"More than okay, that was amazing. " I said as I gazed back "Ready for more?" I teased.

"Your gonna get me going again..." she breathed. I turned her around and slapped her ass as she giggled and headed for the stairs. As she disappeared from view, I looked over at Dan.

"Dude..." Dan said lamely.

"I know..." as we both watched that fine ass walk up the stairs and out of sight.

I couldn't help but think about what kind of pandora's box had we just opened?