Innocent Milf Ch. 15

Chapter 15

Holding my Nerf gun above my head, I walked back to the table. Now that I wasn't worried about being shot, I took a moment to enjoy the cool night air, and the way that the maze had been set up for the game. Cary's voice carried to me from ahead, although I couldn't see her.

"I don't know if I'm technically in play to be captured anymore," she said. "I'm supposed to be headed back to get my points counted."

Another voice--it sounded like Alan--replied. "I captured you before the bell rang, and I still have ten more minutes. I think they'll probably let me get my point back that your hotshot 'Steele' hit me for."

My heartbeat quickened. The guy who had just told his girlfriend that he'd love to fuck Cary was going to be in a box with her? I knew that it was against the spirit of the game, but I was getting more than a little protective. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to walk calmly. Hadn't Cary and I agreed that this would just be for fun? That we'd stick to the limits we'd set?

It wasn't like I was in any danger of losing her to this guy. I was Cary' best friend. We'd been through a lot in the past several months. This guy was just a horny college jock whom she'd met an hour and a half ago. There was nothing to worry about. Worst case scenario--he felt her up and she enjoyed it. So what?

It was easy to say that to myself; it was harder to make myself believe it.

I rounded the corner just in time to see them step into the box. I barely heard the staff member who took my dart gun congratulate me on retaining all ten points. I--and a few others who were either there to get our points counted, or waiting in line for the box--were watching the show.

As many had done, Alan elected to close the curtains--both for privacy and for extra points back. And as with everybody else, the curtains left a generous gap so that we could all see what was happening--more or less. I could see Alan try to kiss her, and Cary turned her head. He plunged lower and buried his face in her cleavage. I couldn't hear what she said, but I could see the look of surprise on her face.

She let him root around in there for a moment or two, keeping him distracted with the beauties pushed up by her bustier. A free hand of hers worked its way through his hair, keeping his face low. His hands reached for the hem of her dress, and she expertly redirected him to her hips, which she swayed forward and backward enticingly.

"Yeah, get in there," somebody said encouragingly, and I could see that his left had had crept up from her hip to the small of her back where he was fiddling with the zipper on her dress. Cary did something--I couldn't quite see because of the curtain--but her right leg came up as if curling in ecstasy, and eased him slowly backwards, drawing his hands away from the zipper.

I could hear Alan's voice, but not the words, although I heard Cary's reply as she smiled coyly, "We'll just have to see." Her gloved hand reached down and brushed between his legs, and Alan suddenly straightened. He looked eager and breathless, but there was a glint of something calculating in his eye. He withdrew a wandering hand, looked at his watch, and whispered something to Cary. She blushed a little, and gave him a mock swat.

The red-vest knocked sharply on the glass, and after a moment of disentangling themselves, Cary and Alan emerged. Cary made direct eye contact with me and smiled uncertainly. Alan gave me a sort of appraising look--neither unfriendly nor smarmy--and picked up his dart gun, ready to jump back into action.

"See you two later," he said casually as he passed me.

Cary dropped her gun on the table, listened as the attendee read off her points, and did a little victory dance. Her eyes never left mine for long. As soon as she had heard the results, she bounced over to me, eyes shining. "Give me a knife, and I could have won that whole thing by myself. I'm so turned on, I could make love to you right now behind one of these bushes," she exhaled.

A knot in my chest loosened. "You're all right?"

"All right?" she asked, puzzlement written on her face. "Why shouldn't I be?"

"'Agent Hardrock' there was getting pretty aggressive," I observed.

She fluttered a hand at me. "Kid stuff. A few noises and a brush of the fingers over his crotch and he didn't know what to do with himself." She smiled devilishly at me.

"What did he whisper?" I asked, both curious and still feeling a little protective.

"Oh, that." Cary blushed again. "He was, uh... suggesting we should have started orally."

I groaned. "Jeez. I'm sorry."

Cary shook her head. "Don't worry--tolerating drunken pawing and pretending to enjoy it was one of the oldest tricks that my bad marriage taught me."

"You've been pretending to be turned on?" I asked. "Why?"

"Well, not entirely pretending," she said. "Knowing what's coming up later tonight with you has got me all hot and bothered to begin with, and getting touched in certain places when I'm already in the mood... let's just say it doesn't hurt. But young guys' egos are fragile. You have to give them a sense that they're doing well, or they can get their feelings hurt. At the least. Some of them think that buying you a drink and having one dance constitutes some sort of contract."

"Sounds like the voice of experience," I teased.

"Hey, I was a teenager once, too," she said, her last words partially slurred. "And Sami has been taking me to singles' bars every couple of weeks since the breakup. Once she finds out I'm with you, that can finally stop. I think she'll be relieved--she actually suggested that I sleep with you once."

"What?" I blurted it so loud that the other partygoers glanced towards us and smirked, as if we'd been caught in a lovers' tiff. "When?"

Cary rolled her eyes back, thinking. "Oh, I think it was right after you helped me move. It was the first time in a while she got sort of drunk at one of those bars. We had just shooed away some guy in a denim jacket and a Luke Perry haircut, and Sami was worried about ever finding somebody for me. She said, 'You should just sleep with that nice boy you like who plays the mandolin. Samantha agrees with me.'"

"Wow." I didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, she knew I liked you before I did. Or at least before I had admitted it to myself." Cary gave me a serious, mostly-not-drunk look. "You're a pretty special guy, you know. Anyway, I've had plenty of practice recently deflecting guys who think that just because I'm not wearing a ring, I'm ready to jump into bed with them, and that 'no' means 'keep trying.'"

"Hey, let's sit down," I said. "You're shivering. I'll warm you up."

"You better, Mister," she grinned. "I'm counting on it. And here I was getting too warm in that booth."

"'Cassidy' told me she made out with you," I remembered.

Cary laughed. "Oh my God. She's a firecracker. I haven't done anything like that since--," she paused, and continued, "--since freshman year." I figured she had been about to say since college. "Her hands were all over--more aggressive than 'Agent Hardrock' to be honest. She almost got my boobs free, the little minx." Drink and adrenaline were loosening some of her inhibitions, exactly as the party was intended to do.

The party.

"Um... 'Lottie' also told me that this is explicitly a sex party," I said. "I didn't know. I'm sorry. I should have figured that out when Ty and Nancy were talking to us."

Cary nodded slowly, digesting the information but clearly not surprised. "I wondered. It seemed like 'play' meant something different than what it normally means when they all say it. Like a code word."

"Uh... yeah. That's free-love, open-relationship sex party kind of talk. I didn't get it until just now either." I shook my head. "Long day--I must be getting dumb. When I told them about you taking out seven guys at the paintball game--"

"Oh my God," Cary went pale. "Did they think you meant I slept with seven guys in a row?"

"Uh, no. Oral." I tried to meet her eyes and partially succeeded. "So maybe that's why 'Hardrock' thought you'd be into that."

"Well," Cary said after a pause, "Eric was always trying to get me to go to something like this and told me all about stuff that he'd heard of." She gestured at the opulence around us. "I don't imagine anything he had in mind was nearly as much fun as this. I should have picked up on it sooner, too."

I guided her over to a wrought iron garden bench and draped my jacket around her shoulders. She smiled and snuggled appreciatively into the warmth. I tried to imagine what a swinger party would be like amongst a lot of middle-aged office workers and realized that I had already halfway been to one--Cary's disastrous birthday party. "You were so furious about this sort of thing with Eric," I said, "what's different now?"

She idly drew a fingertip up and down my chest and nuzzled me. "I don't know. I feel safe with you. We agreed on things ahead of time. You keep checking in on me. Eric never cared if I was into it or not--he'd just set something up and try to make it happen. I know that you want me, and aren't just using this as an excuse to even some imaginary score or fool around some more. Eric wanted to screw other women, and mainly was hoping to drag me along to make it 'legitimate.'"

The shadow of her ex-husband loomed invisibly for a moment, before I breathed out, relaxing. "Well, you're right about one thing. I do want you. Badly. I can't wait to get you back--back... hey." I frowned, realizing a flaw in my plans. "Where are we going after this? Back to your apartment? Because I don't think we're ready to talk to my parents yet."

"Don't be silly," Cary answered, slapping me playfully. "I'm getting us a hotel room."

"Really?" I sat up straighter. "Are you sure? You want to drop that kind of cash?"

Cary waved away my questions. "Of course. Tonight is special. Really special. Three times in a glass box playing a mini-version of 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' isn't going to take away from that--it's just getting me more excited to be with you." She leaned closer. "I'm glad you're young, because you're going to need a lot of energy tonight."

I coughed and adjusted my rapidly-risen boner. "Hmmm. Did you play 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' much when you were younger? How do you know about that?"

Sher tensed momentarily, and I felt guilty. Even teasing her innocently could apparently set off an instinct borne of years living with an emotionally-abusive control freak. But the tension was gone as soon as it had come, and she relaxed back into me. "Rumors and gossip. I was way too uptight during high school to ever consider it."

I frowned, suddenly realizing something. "Wait, did you say three times?" I asked. "'Cassidy' and 'Hardrock'--who was number one?"

Cary stretched, twisting back and forth. It gave me a magnificent view of her back and her cleavage. "Ty, actually. Or 'Agent Rocket' as he introduced himself. You tagged him early on, remember? He was a perfect gentleman. I think he was more afraid of ruining our relationship than anything else. He was flattened against the other side of the booth. Gave me a quick peck on the cheek as if he and I were cousins, and then spent the rest of the time talking you up. As though I needed convincing how great you were."

I smiled in relief. "That goofball."

"He really thinks you're great," Cary said. "I think it meant a lot to him that you came tonight. I don't get the idea that he actually has a lot of close friends."

I remembered his remarks earlier in the evening about what it was like to live in this neighborhood. Being the rich kid, he must have always felt like people wanted something from him for their friendship. I shook my head slowly. "I'm not saying I'd mind being rich, but I think you're right. Maybe that's why he's got this group of open free-love friends--they don't want money, just sex."

Cary nodded pensively.

The bell rang again--we had been talking for ten minutes, and the game was over. We all gathered back around the tables, and Ty announced the winners of the game. Cary stood, wobbled, and was suddenly leaning against me a little more heavily than before. "I think the drinks are catching up with me," she whispered. "Looks like I can't quite party the way I used to."

Ty waved his arms grandly. "We have a six-way tie!" he announced. "Steele, Bristol, myself, Hardrock, French, and Boning! We are all being 'airlifted' out of here into room 3 where we'll start the final game in fifteen minutes. But two of you will be taking an actual helicopter ride!"

As if on cue, the distant sound of a helicopter droned through the night sky. After a few minutes, it touched down at the end of the wide green space at the end of the grounds in the back, where a few of the staff members were waving with glowing rods. Ty waved a hand, at the others of us while the chopper landed. "You guys figure it out for yourselves--the host shouldn't be leaving the party."

I looked at Cary, who shook her head imperceptibly. "Sounds awesome, but I think I need to wet my whistle a bit. Miss Bristol and I will pass." So saying, I gave Ty a nod and we both headed back inside. Cary rubbed her arms under my jacket. Once we got inside, a look of bliss crossed her face.

"Thank God. I was getting pretty cold." She gripped my tuxedo jacket protectively. "Don't think you're getting this back yet."

I laughed. Despite my off-again, on-again jealously, this had been an amazing night. I was riding high on endorphins and the remaining alcohol in my system. I was dimly aware that my laughter was a bit too loud and my gait wasn't as steady as it should have been, so I opted for another glass of ice water. Cary did the same, but still looked a bit unsteady.

"Last game," I said encouragingly. "Then we can go to the hotel."

"I bet it's blindman's bluff or the key party," Cary said. "Those are the only ones we haven't done. Hmmm. Actually, I bet blindman's bluff. If this is a swinging event, the key party would be at the end, right? Probably that 'afterwards' that people keep talking about."

I nodded. "Yeah, that would be my guess. So probably another groping game."

Cary looked into the distance, as if considering. "Third base only, okay? We can quit anytime we're uncomfortable?"

"Of course," I answered. "We can quit right now if you want. I can't wait to get you out of that dress and into bed."

Cary squared her jaw. "No, let's finish. We might actually win. And I can deal with some guy feeling me up for the prize. Knowing that it won't go anywhere, it might even be nice to get sort of revved up for our night together." She leaned against me and tapped at my transient erection. "Just keep this guy ready to go for me."

Even in my buzzed semi-haze, I was amazed at how uninhibited Cary had become. It was like a fire inside her had been under a wet blanket when she had been married to Eric, and now that she was free, the fire was blazing brighter and brighter. I was nearly beside myself with anticipation to see where things led--and not just tonight.

Making sure nobody else was in earshot, I leaned down and whispered, "I'm so lucky that I have my own private cougar." I touched her earlobe with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered and grabbed my arm as her knees bent involuntarily.

After a moment, she gasped, "That was... I almost... God. Wow."

"Good?" I asked, feigning innocence.

She swatted at me. "Ooooh, you. You know just what you're doing. We better get through this next part quick." She straightened, took a deep breath, and looked up at my face. "I really think I may love you all the way through," she said. "Maybe I'm just infatuated and drunk. But it feels right."

I pulled her close to me. "I feel the same way. Let's blow off some steam here and then get back. Maybe I can drive you in my new car." Of course, I was pretty sure it would be a bad idea for me to drive anywhere, feeling like this.

We each hit the restroom and drank some more water to clear our heads. Then, arm in arm, we sauntered towards room 3, back where the game had begun. It was a quarter to midnight, and the central area was emptying out. From the muffled--and not so muffled--moans and groans filtering throughout the mansion, it seemed as though most of the partygoers who had not left already were busy making out or screwing here and there.

The combination of the nearly deserted main atrium strewn with various articles of clothing from jackets and hats to shoes and underwear and the distant sounds of sex from pretty much every angle of the house made for a strangely erotic atmosphere--as if we were walking through a ghostly Roman orgy. Cary pushed her hip against me and made a soft contented sound.

Carla--"Mona Lisa"--and "Cassidy Rider" both appeared across the hall and made a beeline for Cary. "Girl stuff," they said almost in unison. "Gotta talk."

I shrugged and turned to the rest of the room as Cary was ushered away. She could take care of herself. Ty came and slapped me on the back. "You're doing great, man! How are you liking the party?" he asked gregariously. Pitching his voice softer, he leaned in. "Listen, I asked Nancy to make sure that you and Jane get the same room for this, okay? We usually make sure to get things nice and random, but since you two are new, and not even..."

"In an open relationship like everybody else?" I supplied.

He shrugged. "To be honest, I was sort of thinking that this might not be for you. I was a little surprised that you did sign up. But I'm glad you did. These people... they're my friends. Real friends. Like you. Even if you never see them again, I'm glad you met them."

I thought of a dozen replies, but swallowed them all. Instead, I clapped his arm in return. "I totally didn't get what 'players only' meant, so I just dragged us both into this blind like a dummy. But don't worry about it. You're all pretty extraordinary to not be jealous or protective or anything. Can't say I'm quite there yet. Maybe I never will be--I may just be a one-woman guy at the end of the day. But when you're not playing bass, you hang out with some pretty awesome dudes and dudettes."

Ty's smile could have lit the room. "Dude, I knew you'd get it, even if it's not your scene. I hope you're both still having fun."

"The dart guns were great." I glanced towards Cary, who was listening intently to the other two girls, blushing and occasionally nodding seriously. Once in a while, she would say something or make a motion, and the girls would nod back. "You've put so much work into this--I hope everybody else appreciates your eye for detail."

The doors swung open and Miles ushered in a disheveled and flushed Tiff--the redhead in the green dress. It was pretty clear that at least part of their helicopter ride had been a continuation of activities begun in the Penalty Box. Miles gave a confident finger-gun to Ty as he spotted him, and then swiveled his head looked for Carla. Seeing her with Cary and 'Cassidy' his smile broadened. I felt a little smug--there was one guy who would be disappointed that Cary was going to be paired up with me for this last game.

Ty thrust his chin towards Miles. "There's 'Agent Boning' and 'Wanda French' now. That means the helicopter ride is over. We can get started!" He gave me an affirming look before moving to the front of the room, touching shoulders and smiling as he went. He really looked like he was in his element, whereas I was feeling seriously outclassed by everything.

"All right, agents!" Ty announced. The buzz in the room died down, and Cary drifted back towards me, her clandestine conversation finished. I gave her a questioning look, but she just smiled secretively. Ty continued. "To get the last piece of the nuclear codes, you need to go deep undercover. The game is called Pitch Black! You'll each draw a slip of paper from Oddjob's hat. The paper has a number on it. You will not show this number to anybody. Dolls will go first, and go into the room. They may set it up any way they like, short of breaking stuff. Then the lights go out. Agents will follow to their assigned room."

Some chuckles broke out as the nature of the game became more apparent. Ty shushed us and kept explaining. "Agents--you have fifteen minutes. You both have to try to silently find the launch codes--they will be in a small metal box like this." He held up what was clearly a spray-painted black Altoids case. "They are not hard to find, but they are hidden. It's to your advantage to talk as little as possible."

"And whoever finds them first wins?" I asked.

"Close. Whoever gets out of the room first with the launch codes reports here. Shorter times get higher scores. Whoever has the highest combined scores at the end wins--one Agent and one Doll." Ty smiled deviously. "Easy, right?"

People started to move towards the hat on the center table, but Nancy wagged a finger. "One more thing," Ty said. "You'll get an update as you get to your room. If you lose points, the rooms have a list--each item gets naughtier and naughtier. No repeats and no sex--fifteen minutes is hardly enough time for that."

Appreciative laughter rippled through the group. I found myself wondering how we were supposed to read the list, but Nancy spoke up. "The lists are posted inside the door to each room, and they're glow-in-the dark. Bright enough to see the words, but not bright enough to see anything else."

I shook my head in wonder. Ty must have been thinking this through for months. I leaned over to Cary and whispered "Ty says he's arranged for us to get the same room together." Cary nodded almost imperceptibly, but appeared to relax.

"Okay, let's go!" Nancy giggled. "Ladies, come get your numbers." She held out an upside-down fedora. Simultaneously, Ty proffered Oddjob's bowler hat. As I reached in, he removed his finger from the edge of a slip of paper he had been holding down, releasing it towards me. I pulled it and winked.

I looked at it before stuffing it into my pocket. Six. Cary had pulled her own slip of paper and was now folding it up. I made eye contact with her and smiled. If Nancy had done as Ty said, Cary and I would be in the same room, and I'd be more than happy to run through the list of raunchy Spencer's Gifts card-game tasks he doubtless had compiled.

My heart was pounding as the girls left the room, giggling to each other and hips swaying. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and I might have a new car. And Cary. A hotel room all night long with the most enchanting girl I had ever met. It was hard to tell if it was the alcohol making me dizzy, or the blood rushing to my dick.

"Hold your horses, fellas," Ty said as we all started shifting from foot to foot. I glanced at the other guys. Ty was relaxed and happy-looking. Miles looked eager and confident. Alan and Dan both looked focused--like they were planning on getting real nuclear codes. The brown-haired guy who had talked to me at the beginning of things--I got the idea his name was Scott--was leaning without concern against the wall.

As we waited, I wondered what Cary had been talking about with the other girls. This party had uncovered a side of her that I had never seen. Was this how she had been as a college student? I hoped I was sober enough to remember to ask her later on. It occurred to me that from a romantic point of view, there was a lot about Cary that I didn't know.

What sort of experience had she had? She'd suggested that she was young and naïve when she had met Eric and gotten married. Had Eric been telling the truth about her being married once before? What was that about? How much of her behavior at this party was a reversion to wilder days I knew nothing about, and how much was acting out from repressed fantasies she had never had a chance to indulge?

My brain was a fog of conflicting feelings as Ty's watch beeped. "Okay, gents. Time to go to your assigned rooms! Remember, you've got fifteen minutes to find the launch codes. We'll meet back here afterwards. Good luck!" He gave us all a knowing smirk and exited along with us after we filed out.

I shook my head to clear it. The hall was dark, and soft lights shone on the numbers taped to the doors. One of the red-vested staff members was posted next to each door, holding something small. I frowned, but made my way down the dim hallway until I reached room 6.

As I reached the door, the staff member standing next to it accepted my slip of paper and handed me a Walkman with a pair of small headphones. Puzzled, I took it and clipped it onto my belt. He barred the door with his arm. "You have to listen to it before you go in," he said.

I hooked the headphones over my head and pressed play. A short snippet of the James Bond theme played, followed by Ty's voice. "This message is for Agent Steele. Your contact has been captured, and you have fifteen minutes to free them and to find the nuclear codes. You must keep these headphones on for the whole fifteen minutes, or you forfeit the points in this game. You will both lose points for each word either of you speaks. You may gain points back by performing the tasks in glow-in-the-dark ink posted in your room. Give your handler a thumbs up to indicate your understanding."

I gave the guy in the red vest a thumbs up, and he opened the door. There was a soft hiss as the rubber stop at the bottom of the door to prevent light from entering the room scraped along the floor. I was grinning despite myself--this was exactly the sort of complicated superspy stuff I had been expecting from Ty's party. His attention to detail really impressed me, whether it was in tracking down an antique string bass from Italy or in putting together a needlessly complex graduation party for teenage hornballs.

The muted light from the hallway did almost nothing to illuminate the room into which I had stepped. I could dimly see a shadow of somebody sitting on a chair in the middle of the room before all light was cut off by the closing door behind me. My headphones were playing some sort of familiar spy music, although I couldn't place whether it came from an actual James Bond film or something else. Time was wasting, so I gingerly moved towards Cary.

Neither of us spoke as I touched her leg and trailed my fingers up her sequined dress towards her bare shoulders. She did jump a little in surprise, though. Perhaps she hadn't heard me come in? But she should have seen me. I moved my hands up to her face and found that she was wearing a blindfold.

I quickly undid the blindfold and dropped it on the ground. She moved a little under my touch, and I patted her reassuringly on the cheek before I moved around to her arms--they had been secured behind her in the chair. I went to untie them and discovered that she was wearing something hard--like handcuffs but covered with something soft and fuzzy.

I almost laughed out loud. I thought this game had sounded too easy. I glanced behind me as my vision adjusted to the dark, and saw the dim phosphorescent letters on the sign that Ty had promised. They were large and simple instructions--the better to see them in the dark. I smirked and turned back around to Cary.

"Need key," I said softly close to her ear. Two points down.

Through the spy music, I could just barely hear her reply, "Cleavage." Three points down, now.

I was grinning from ear to ear as I brushed the exposed top of her chest and began to search for the key. Something was in the way, and I carefully picked it aside. It felt like beads...

... or pearls. Shit. This wasn't Cary. It was Carla. I reached up and touched her hair to be sure. Yep, high, bouncy curls instead of the loose, draping waves I knew. My heart pounded. Where was Cary? I thought we were supposed to be in the same room! I wasn't nearly as worried about Cary getting groped--she was a big girl and had demonstrated that she could deal with it. I was more worried about her thinking that it was me.

Deep breath. Only fourteen more minutes. No sex.

Deciding that this was a decent opportunity, I snaked my hand down into Carla's cleavage, and felt something hard, small, and cylindrical slip further down away from my grip. She wasn't wearing any sort of bra now, although she had been when we played strip poker. I blew out a breath in frustration and tried to go deeper to follow it, but eventually gave up--her dress was too tight for my hand and arm to fit. I was going to have to unzip her.

I felt my way around the back of the chair, found the zipper at the small of her back, and zipped down. I heard her take in a sharp breath, barely audible over the soundtrack in my headphones. Working quickly, I wriggled the dress down so that it would be loose enough that I could get to the key, wherever it had fallen. I couldn't see her breasts in the darkness anyway.

Back around the front, I spent a few moments groping around fruitlessly until I found that the key had fallen all the way down her belly and between her thighs, where it rested point-up. I fished it out and found the keyhole. Still basically blind, I put the little handcuff key into the lock and undid the fuzzy handcuffs. Staying far enough back that I wouldn't get smacked by Carla's head as she stood up, I could still hear the sound of the chair moving as she stood.

I felt her hand touch my arm and then trail down to my hand. She took hold and pulled me towards the wall with the glowing instructions. Although I couldn't see her, I could tell she was scrutinizing the list the same way I was. Kissing in various locations with tongue or without filled out the 1 and 2 point slots. After that it got more interesting.

Make out (30 seconds)--5 points

Suck nipples (30 seconds) - 8 points

Strip partner without using hands - 8 points

Boob job (Dolls) - 10 points

Dry Hump / Dry Ride -10 points

Handjob (Dolls--1 minute)--15 points

Finger (Agents--1 minute)--15 points

Blowjob to completion (Dolls) - 25 points

Oral to completion (Agents)--25 points

I wondered what could possibly require 25 points' worth of make-up. It seemed like the sort of thing that was put there just to encourage a bunch of horny coeds to get busy. A dark smudge covered the first part of French kiss (15 seconds)--2 points, and I realized that Carla was pointing to that.

Cary and I had agreed no kissing. On the other hand, I felt like this crossed less of a line than getting or giving a blowjob. And time was wasting away. So I reached out, felt her hair, and worked my fingers blindly down to the back of her head. Ty or Nancy had certainly thought this through--there was definitely something hotter about having to feel your way around your partner when you couldn't see them.

Within seconds, we were wrapped around each other, tongues twisting and exploring between each other's lips. I could feel myself responding--I'm sure Carla could too. For her part, she squeezed up against me, and I could feel her bare nipples hardening against my shirt. I wondered if she knew who I was--or who she guessed I was.

After what seemed like more than 15 seconds, we pulled away, both breathing hard. I straightened my jacket, touched her lightly on the shoulder, and we got busy searching for the Altoids tin containing our secret codes.

We had been wandering around the room for maybe a minute when we bumped lightly into each other. I almost apologized out loud. This was going to be an issue--if we were constantly bumping into one another, we'd never find the code because we'd be duplicating each other's progress. Instead, I took a deep breath and said very deliberately, "Desk, picture, table: empty."

Carla hesitated, likely thinking of how to say where she had already searched in as few words as possible. "Chair, table: empty." Just like that, we were down another seven points, and had determined that either we had both searched the same table twice, or there were two tables. This game was actually pretty challenging.

I grabbed her hand and led her to the wall, where I pointed to Suck Nipples--8 points. That would get us back to where we had started. Without hesitation, she grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my face down to her tits. She had not bothered to put her dress back on, and so I quickly started circling my tongue around the closest nipple.

It immediately hardened again, and I could hear her moan quietly through Patti LaBelle singing "If You Asked Me To." Her fingers worked through my hair, and tingles ran through my scalp. I would rather it had been Cary, but she had been right--"Tits" was a good nickname for Carla. I kept at it, moving from one side to the other, sucking and licking for what I assumed was half a minute. Carla's breathing was getting more audible and ragged.

Once our time was up, I stood and gave her a squeeze on the hips--revealing to me that she was wearing something incredibly scant and flimsy down there. Then it was back to searching for the codes. If I were Ty, and I were trying to get all my swinging friends really horny, where would I have hidden it?

Under something. Down where we would have to crawl on hands and knees. I grabbed Carla's hand and started tugging her towards the floor. She resisted at first, probably confused as to what I was doing. But after a moment she got down on her hands and knees with me. I took her hand in mine and slowly pushed it under the nearest table, letting her feel that I was feeling the ground, and then the underside of the table itself. I heard her sigh a slight "oh," sound, and wondered if that counted as a word.

Once we were both crawling around, calling out where we had already checked, I found it within just a few minutes. I estimated that we had run through about half our time and were back down by seven more points. As soon as I felt its smooth, cool surface under my hand, my heart leapt. The tin felt like it was stuck, so I gave it a little pull.

An alarm went off, and a light pulsed red in the room. I instinctively dropped the tin as if I had been caught shoplifting in a K-Mart. A chagrined chuckle escaped me and I grabbed the tin again. This time, there was no alarm. I withdrew the tin found my way over to Carla. I pulled her hand to me and let her feel the Altoids case. She immediately stood up.

"Announcement," a voice crackled through a speaker in the room. "Security has been compromised. All doors in the compound have been locked. Find the door key to escape before time runs out!" A red light in the ceiling flashed intermittently enough let us see glimpses of each other. Carla gave me a smile as she recognized me, and wiggled her boobs back and forth.

"I hoped I'd get you," she said. Five points back down. I looked incredulously at her. She held a door key up and waved it, and now I did laugh out loud. A key party. Of course. "I found this when I was looking for the Altoids tin. Ooops--we need points again!"

I mimed putting a hand over my mouth, and she nodded unrepentantly. Two steps brought her to the wall where she pointed to the bottom of the list. I shook my head: oral was over the line for Cary and me. Carla gave me a pouting frown but pointed to Dry Hump/Dry Ride. I folded my arms and rolled my eyes, but sat on the chair. She strutted over to me wearing only heels, pearls, and her barely-there panties. Without hesitation, she threw one leg over and straddled me, breasts pressed into my face. She bounced up and down, her crotch grinding against my erection. She ground back and forth for a while, planting kisses on me here are there. Feeling a little bit like a jerk, I decided to play along. I sucked her nipples again and grabbed her bare bottom, helping her to bounce up and down.

Her breathing got heavier, and in the sporadic red flicker, I could see her biting her lip and running her hands through her own hair. She bounced and thrust her tits into my face. I sucked and made circles with my tongue as she groaned with increasing intensity. My dick was straining against my pants and I could feel a wet spot developing as Carla ground her mound against it.

"F-fuck," she gasped, and shuddered. Her hips bucked, and she collapsed against me. She made eye contact and opened her mouth, but I put a finger against her lips and shook my head. I pointed towards Boob Job for another ten points. We'd only be down one after that. Carla raised an eyebrow, but nodded enthusiastically. She dropped to her knees, pulled my pants down, and grabbed my dick through my boxers. She worked it out through the fly, but instead of working it into her cleavage, she kept hold of it in her hand.

I tensed for a moment--she'd thought I was pointing to Handjob for 15 points. I felt like I was pushing right up against a line here--or crossing it. Cary had said 'third base' was our limit--and this was it. But I suddenly realized that I wasn't thrilled with the idea of Cary doing this for somebody else, either.

My preoccupation with what was going with Cary made the experience not that hot; I'd had handjobs before, though not for a while. It felt good, for the minute that it lasted, but nothing super special. Carla seemed to be into it, and once in a while she would dip down and lick the tip of my dick, which made me strain and catch my breath. But after a minute, I hadn't blasted. I gave her an "A-okay" sign and pulled up my pants. She frowned a little, but nodded and ran for her dress. Within moments we had unlocked the door and were down the dark hall, Altoids tin in hand.

The last game was finished, and soon I would be taking Cary to a hotel for our first night together.