Show and Tell, Round One

Brian glanced up as the bathroom door in his room opened and Stephanie and Kelly tumbled out. The girls looked—erotic.

Stephanie, with her fluffy pink shoulder-length hair, was now sans her pair of tall red boots. View of those naked legs all the way up to her plush thighs and that tantalizing loose hem of her dress filled his head with increasingly indecent thoughts. Stephanie’s glasses were a little fogged, her face was flushed, and she was looking at him with a giddy, nervous smile that made his greeting catch in his throat.

To his surprise, Kelly also looked a little disheveled, and if it wasn’t his imagination, he would swear that she was blushing the slightest bit. Surely just from steam, from the water they had running?

She was looking at him while gnawing at her own lip, looking at him hungrily, with unconcealed desire. When the normally-confident girl freed herself from Stephanie’s arms she actually seemed to not know what to do with herself, seemed to be fidgeting in place.

It’s not like I can’t pretend that she didn’t have her hand down my pants, grabbing at my dick just fifteen minutes ago, either, Brian realized, shifting the dancer’s belt of his costume as he sat up the rest of the way to regard them.

“Brian…” Steph began, taking Kelly’s hand in her own. She didn’t seem to know what else to say.

“You both look great,” Brian decided to simply give them his honest thoughts. “You two mind if I have a turn in there? I want to change out of this getup.”

“Um…” Kelly began distractedly, licking her lips and then swallowing. “Why don’t you keep it on? We, uh, actually had something else in mind.”

“Do you want to play another game?” Stephanie asked, excited. “Like the one we played last night, but… a little different? New?”

“Like last night’s truth or dare?” Brian chuckled, feeling interested but also more than a little cautious. “Sure, I guess we can—so long as we make sure to set some… y’know, some boundaries, this time.”

“Boundaries?” Stephanie blinked, turning to look at Kelly, who was pursing her lips into a pout.

“...Why don’t you hear us out, first, Brian?” Kelly suggested, giving Stephanie’s hand a squeeze. The girls didn’t cross that short distance to where Brian sat on the edge of the bed, they instead remained standing opposite him. To him it seemed like a rather pointed show of solidarity, almost as if the girls were united against him on this issue.

“I’m listening,” Brian said, eyes flicking from Kelly to Stephanie in amusement.

“I’ve been—well, we’ve been thinking,” Kelly began, “about you and your problem.”

“My problem?” Brian arched an eyebrow, remembering the argument they’d had back at the convention overlook. “What, that what I need is to hook up with someone this weekend?”

“No, no,” Kelly waved her hand dismissively. “I mean—well yeah, I still think that, but that’s not what this is about, this time.”

“Okay. Go on.”

“Last night, you told us about your ex-girlfriend, Chloe. Because of all the issues and whatever dealing with the breakup—because of her, really—you don’t feel ready to jump into certain things right now. Right?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, the big issue you brought up last night during truth or dare, the reason you two didn’t work out and broke up, was that there wasn’t real trust between you two. Then, just now you’ve mentioned you realized she wasn’t challenging you—not in the way you first thought she was. That instead, she just always needed to be right. Is that correct?”

“Yeah,” Brian admitted, looking at Kelly with trepidation. He had a sense of where she was going with this.

“Okay, so—before you go and immediately decide on totally arbitrary limitations for yourself tonight… I want you to consider us.” Kelly said innocently, swinging Stephanie’s hand between them for emphasis. “Steph and I, we both really want to help challenge you. To push you outside of your boundaries, past them, in certain ways tonight. We really want to help get you past all of this. More than that even, we want you to trust us, trust that we’re doing this for your sake, y’know, for your own good. What do you think?”

“That’s…” Brian found himself speechless. “Kelly, you should be a lawyer, or an attorney or something with the way you twist semantics around. Do you ever hear yourself talk?”

“Sooo, you’ll play a little game with us?” Kelly asked hopefully, flashing him her most stellar smile. “One without any rules?”

“I… appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it doesn’t quite work out the way you’re making it out to be,” Brian shook his head with a wry smile. “Trust issues don’t just... sort themselves out by blindly trusting someone else—even if it’s you two. Because of the way things went between me and Chloe, it’s been a lot harder than ever for me to trust. You know?”

“I know,” Kelly regarded him with a serious look, before nibbling on her lip uneasily. “I didn’t say it would be easy. But, c’mon, we’re—you know. We’re prepared to encourage and... amply reward you, each step of the way. How’s that sound?”

“That…” Brian felt his mouth go dry, “doesn’t sound real fair to you guys, to be honest.”

“We’re just doing what we want to,” Stephanie chimed in, bouncing on her feet. “Will you please let us? Please?” There was something strange about her expression. He couldn’t tell if she was being earnest or eager, because there were traces of both urgency and excitement.

“Let me put it this way, then,” Kelly said softly, taking a deep breath as she changed tacts. “I’m deciding to trust you, Brian. About... my future. I’m willing to admit that, yeah, maybe I’m wrong. About not havin’ any other options with my life, about being at the end of my rope like I thought I was. Because of you. Because I’m trusting you, that you can help me, if I just put myself in your hands and let you. 

“I know it’s not easy—it’s scary as fuck, dude,” Kelly admitted in a quiet voice, glancing awkwardly down at the carpet. “But... yeah. I’m gonna do it.”

“Yeah?” Brian couldn’t help but reevaluate the beautiful girl standing in front of them. This wasn’t the endlessly confident and even teasing Kelly that he thought he knew, anymore. She was putting aside her own prideful persona, baring her depths and opening up to them in a way not too different than Stephanie shyly revealing herself to them like she had last night.

“Yeah,” Kelly answered seriously, looking up at him. As their eyes met, it was as if all the barriers, the pretenses and assumptions between them had fallen away and left behind a simple connection. It was a fragile and delicate thing that trembled in the air between them like an invisible line, but it was so shockingly real and intimate that he felt he was seeing this girl’s real beauty like no one ever had before.

He rose up off the bed and approached her. Regarding her with a look of growing curiosity and interest, that intangible line between them seemed to strengthen with mutual understanding and he saw Kelly smile with relief. Something about their relationship and the way they subconsciously saw each other had irrevocably changed, and as his hands slipped around her hips and she looked up into eyes, it was as though he could completely read her.

Are—are you feeling this too? She seemed to say as she searched his expression, brandy-brown eyes full of wonder. Her lips parted wordlessly, as though unsure of how to articulate anything she wished to say, this connection she wanted to explore—and then she hugged him fiercely, melting into his arms. It was a moment Brian would never forget.

“Okay, I’m in. What are we playing?”

It’s not like I can say no after that, Brian rewarded Kelly with a smile as he realized that the girls had completely won him over. I don’t know if getting us into all this is the right call to make or not… for me, or for them. But, it’s the one we’re all making, and it feels amazing.

“Ohhh, you guys!” Stephanie exclaimed, hopping forward to put her arms around her two friends.

Kelly’s actually shaking a little bit, Brian realized in surprise. She smelled amazing, and there was something incredibly comforting about allowing himself to hold her like this. He even caught himself stroking his fingertips through her silky black hair. They couldn’t physically be any closer, and the soft expanse of her breasts constrained within that black Rolling Phones shirt were squashed up against his chest, while Stephanie was squeezing around them both even tighter. It wasn’t easy to maintain his self-control in the crush of bodies after letting go of the stubborn reluctance he’d held onto after all this time, so he simply hugged Kelly extra tight for a moment before releasing her. 

“Okay! I, uh… yeah. I’m gonna call this game ‘show and tell,’” Kelly breathed, revealing a flushed, beaming smile. Both her and Stephanie took positions sitting on the edge of the bedspread, while Brian sat on the armrest of the room’s easy chair.

“I got to thinkin’ ‘bout, uh, things we could do late last night,” Kelly explained. “When I couldn’t fall asleep. And, I came up with this game.”

“How do we play?” Stephanie asked.

“It’s kinda like truth or dare, ‘cept each round involves all three players,” Kelly said. “Basically, player one tells player two to show somethin’ about player three. Make sense? So, like, I could say— Brian, I want you to show and tell me all about Stephanie’s hind end. And then, you would; you’d bend Steph over, flip up her dress, use your hands to show me that booty—everythin’ about it. You’d describe to me how it feels, what you like about it, what you might want to do… that kinda thing.”

“I-is that just an example?” Stephanie took a deep breath, giving Brian a once-over that was a look of pure unadulterated sex. “Or, or is that going to be our first round?”

“So, the first player decides what the second player does to the third player?” Brian asked, clearing his throat and trying to resist the urge to press Stephanie down onto the mattress. “And... uh, then we rotate somehow?”

“Yep!” Kelly nodded, wetting her lips with her tongue. “Player one’s only allowed to decide—they can’t speak up for player two, or help them out or anything. Once they’ve picked, all they can do is watch. Player two’s gotta do whatever they’re told to player three—and, naturally, Player three can only obediently comply. They’re not allowed to talk, or protest, or anything like that. But, we’ll say they get to be the player one of the next round, to make things fair. Sound good?”

“That… sounds like things could get out of control really fast,” Brian hesitated. “Is player one going to keep the turns in check?”

“Maybe, maybe not?” Kelly gave him an innocent shrug. “You’ll be as much a part of it as we will. I like it ‘cause it’s a little bit of truth and dare both at the same time, and it involves all of us, so no one’s sitting out waiting during a turn.”

“Okay,” Brian slowly nodded, feeling excited and nervous but anticipating the game all the same. “Who’ll start us off?”

“I think we should start slow, and… also I owe her a whole bunch, so… Steph, can you ask first?”

Stephanie answered with a blushing, flustered smile, and her eyes excitedly danced up and down Brian, and to his surprise, then gave Kelly a thorough once-over as well, as if she was considering all of her options. I did catch them making out this morning—I really need to ask what’s been going on between them.

“Kelly,” Stephanie finally decided, “I’d like you to show and tell… Brian. Undress him, um, a little. His top at least. If that’s okay.”

“Ooh, I like,” Kelly said approvingly, stepping forward towards Brian’s chair. “Kinda like last night—wasn’t it one of Steph’s dares that got your shirt off last night?”

“I think so,” Brian remembered, pulling the upper portion of his Darkmask costume free of his belt. “She dared me to—”

“Hey, stop that,” Kelly admonished, slapping at his hands. “I get to unwrap the present!”

Right, he remembered, giving them a sheepish smile and holding up his hands.

Kelly stood to one side of him so that she wouldn’t obstruct Stephanie’s view, running her fingers along the seam of exposed skin between his cosplay top and the utility belt he wore. Then, she slowly started to peel it up. He’d never let someone else undress him before, and it felt strangely passive to have them trying to perform some sort of impromptu stripshow using him. As Kelly pulled his top up to reveal his abs, he struggled to focus on who he would ask next and what—because he was pretty sure this meant it would be his turn to ask, next.

The hasty plan he was forming disappeared when he saw the way Stephanie was looking at him.

The girl—no, Steph’s my GIRLFRIEND, now—was watching Kelly undress him with rapt attention, her face red with heat and her eyes flicking back and forth from his musculature appearing from beneath the stylized Darkmask bone top up to his eyes and back again. She looked uncomfortable, antsy, working her teeth against her lower lip and fidgeting her bottom on the bedspread of the bed.

Just as he lifted his arms to allow Kelly to tug and yank the garment up over his head, he caught an unbelievable last glimpse of the pink-haired cutie that was sitting across from him. Stephanie showed him a nervous, slightly dazed smile, and slowly lifted the dress skirt covering her lap. In that shocking split second, she revealed she was not only completely naked beneath—but flushed pink and glistening with arousal. Then, she eased a hand down between her legs, never taking her eyes off of him.

Oh, fuck me.

“This... is Brian,” Kelly said, introducing Brian’s bare chest to Stephanie as she carefully pulled the neck of his Darkmask top over his head. “As his girlfriend, you’re gonna be seeing a lot more of this.”

“He’s…” Flinging the top across the bed into his pile of things, Kelly stepped back to take a good look for herself. The scene girl’s gaze seemed to cloud over, and it was as though she lost her chain of thought, because the rest of her sentence never materialized. Brian could almost feel the eyes of both of these girls upon him, greedily drinking in the sight of his half-naked body. “Uh.”

Her small chest rising and falling with quickened breath, Stephanie hungrily gazed up and down the contours of Brian’s upper body, lingering in particular on the abdominal lines that led down below his belt. Locking eyes with him once again, she gave him an embarrassed, pleading look. Her one hand was frozen between her legs as if she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and in so many ways, she had been.

Masturbating to the sight of me? Brian still wanted to doubt his eyes, but there was no arguing what was right there in front of him.

They’d kissed and made out. Last night, he’d gone down on her. Spread those pale, perfect legs of hers and used every iota of his expertise to please and torture the girl to a gasping, writhing orgasm. Just earlier today he’d fingered her, teasing her twat as she sat in his lap amidst a crowded panel room. Was it too much for her? Were they addling her brain with this sudden onslaught, this massive introduction of sex-endorphins? Skewing the direction of her thoughts? No, OUR thoughts?

“This is gonna be your night sky, Steph,” Kelly continued in a dreamy murmur, running her fingertips across the musculature of Brian’s shoulders. “From now on, when you’re laying in bed and lookin’ up, this is what you’re gonna see. Brian, naked. Naked, and on top of you.”

“Hihh,” Stephanie let out a small, inarticulate noise. Despite the dim light of the room he could make out the back of her hand as it bobbed up and down again in a languid, sensual movement between her thighs.

Brian’s mouth watered, and he could almost taste Stephanie’s pretty pink pussy again. It didn’t take much imagination—he could smell her, a heady sex scent filling their small hotel room as Stephanie helplessly spread her legs a little further and played her fingers along the slick folds of her labia. She was too far gone in her lust-induced abandon for any pretense of discretion—it was as if the sight of his naked chest had her completely unable to help herself.

“Was… was it my turn, next?” Brian tried to clear his throat, struggling to focus on what they were doing.

“Wait,” Stephanie seemed to struggle back to lucidity, her eyes fluttering to clear the sex haze and her legs snapping closed around her guilty hand. “Wait. Keep going, keep—uh, keep showing and telling, Kelly. Just a little bit more.”

“Yeah?” Kelly looked torn, and she fidgeted, picking at the fabric of her leggings. “I mean, yeah, I guess I can…”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Brian protested with a smile. “Seems like... quite a bit for just our first turn, doesn’t it?”

“Just this once?” Stephanie asked, rubbing her thighs against one another as if struggling to contain herself. “Please? Just a little, um. Tiny bit more. Then, uh, I’ll be good for the rest of the game. I promise.”

“There’s not a whole lot more I even have to show, though,” Brian said.

“I-I want to see... it,” Stephanie blurted out. The sudden and direct admission hung heavily in the air, and Stephanie’s face blushed red.

...It?

“What do you think, Brian?” Kelly asked meaningfully, inching forward again so that she could run her fingers across Brian’s chest. “She... hasn’t been a very good girl, has she? But, at the same time, it’s just so hard saying no to her…”

“I… guess you can keep going,” Brian relented. “So long as we leave this turn at… you know, just showing and telling.”

“Of course!” Kelly nodded quickly, eagerly. “Totally. We’ll be good. Best behavior. Right, Steph?”

“O-of course!” Stephanie promised.

At this moment, both of them made for terrible liars.

“Ugh,” Chloe scowled. “Can’t believe he picked this hotel again. This place is such a fucking dump.”

“Aw, it’s not so bad,” Rebecca cast her sleepy eyes around the tidy reception area around the check-in counter. Though still clad in her viking tunic and looking every bit like a warrior, she’d reverted to her somewhat drowsy looking expressions and the cute mannerisms they were more used to. “It’s so close to the convention, too! Right across the street. There’s really something to be said for just the convenience of it, right?”

“Rebecca—they don’t even have wifi,” Chloe retorted, giving the girl a look that suggested that was an end-all argument in and of itself.

“Is that a big deal?” Rebecca blinked. “I only ever stay in hotels when I come here.”

“What does it even matter what hotel he picked?” Emily griped, crossing her arms in front of her yukata and glaring at Chloe. “You two broke up. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say we’re broken up, exactly,” Chloe laughed, stepping up to the counter and impatiently tapping the service bell. She rang it loudly, several times. “It’s complicated. We’re in the middle of working some things out right now.”

Ignoring Emily’s aghast expression, Chloe turned back as one of the hotel staff came out to the counter.

“Yes! Hello, how can I help you ladies?” The man asked, giving them a strained but courteous smile that didn’t quite extend up to his eyes.

“We need a room number,” Chloe explained, pulling a phone out of the pocket of her jean cutoffs. “Part of our group already checked into the room—but, we just arrived and we don’t know which one it is. I have all the billing information and everything here.”

She has what? Emily watched, dumbfounded and horrified, as Chloe’s slender finger flicked through screens on what she recognized now as Brian’s phone. Did she meet him already at the con? Are they—wait. That girl, the supernatural out-of-nowhere chick, she said something about this, didn’t she? Emily’s mind raced back to the unnaturally alluring words of that terrifying woman she’d encountered.

“He CAN’T answer his phone,” the girl had said. “A certain magical doll stole it away, so that she could play her little tricks.”

Emily had been too shocked at the time to put much thought into it, but seeing Chloe— who’d appeared in her alternate Nibblr feed just this morning as Magical Doll Himari— actually in possession of Brian’s phone now was a little scary and foreboding.

“Alrighty, just one moment,” the receptionist said, tapping through menus on the computer behind the counter. “You said someone’s already checked in? Could I have the name the booking was made in?”

“Brian Douglas,” Chloe answered, the barest hint of smugness in her tone. Navigating her way through Brian’s mail app without compunction, she found the registration confirmation email and spun the phone around for the man to see. “Here.”

“Okay alrighty,” he said again, nodding amicably. “You girls are in room one-eleven. That’s one one one. Right on the ground floor. Should be outside and on your left, facing the pool. Was there anything else I can help you ladies with today?”

“That’s everything, thanks,” Chloe smirked, shutting Brian’s phone back off and returning it to her pocket. “C’mon, ladies.”

A little stunned by how easily everything was going for Chloe, Emily was reluctant to follow. She hated that it was like that bitch was taking the lead here, but she couldn’t think of any more excuses for her and Rebecca to avoid Brian. And with Chloe having Brian’s phone, they couldn’t even warn him about what was coming.

“Are you okay?” Rebecca paused, noticing Emily’s feet were still firmly planted in the reception area.

“...No,” Emily said bitterly, making quick strides to catch up. For all that she didn’t want things to happen like this, she still needed to be there for Brian, at this moment more than ever. Please be out somewhere else. Still at the convention, or out to eat or ANYWHERE but here, Brian.

“Sit on the bed next to Stephanie, first,” Kelly asked, fighting the very real urge to tuck an idle hand down into the gray leggings she was wearing. “Closer to the light.” 

Brian’s finally going to whip it out. No, I’M going to whip it out for him, Kelly thought in excitement, remembering how thick he’d felt earlier, filling her hand and pressing up the inside of her wrist. Finally. Finally!

It took every last reserve of willpower she had inside of her not to push him the rest of the way down and straddle him when he sat right there on the edge of the bed. Stephanie was sitting upright with anticipation nearer the headboard, so Kelly pressed in beside Brian on the opposite side, nearer the foot of the bed. She was so horny she felt like she was high, giddy and impatient, eager and oh-so-ready.

“Just show and tell, right?” Brian checked, turning from one side to the other to give a somewhat nervous look to each of the girls.

“Of course!” Kelly lied, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. “Just showing, and telling. That’s it. You ready?”

“I… yeah. If that’s really what you both want to see,” Brian laughed, unhooking the belt of utility pouches. “Go ahead, I guess.”

Head buzzing with lust, Kelly dropped to the floor beside Brian’s knees, and grabbed the waistband of his costume bodysuit on either side of his hip. Trembling with suspense, she pulled the pants down—and Brian’s dick sprung free.

“Oh my God,” Kelly mouthed, feeling her jaw fall open.

Stephanie had both hands clamped over her mouth, her glasses slipping down her face and her lovely blue eyes wider than ever.

That’s. Fucking. Magnificent! Kelly stared up at the thick shaft of cock jutting proudly up from Brian’s lap in amazement. Nothing else she’d seen came close to comparing to this— it felt like it was towering over her. The thing was obscene, so girthy it seemed to bulge, pure, perfect meaty penis that went up on and on for inches and inches all the way to a crown with a rather impressive pronounced flare. Oh my God…

She had to clutch tightly to Brian’s crumpled costume pants at his knees just to keep from losing her balance. Desire was rolling through her body in waves, she was falling and falling but never seemed to hit the ground. The sight of his dick, this realization of what he’d had hidden away from them was staggering, and she could feel her body ache with carnal need for it. For him.

This is it, Kelly knew, as searing red starfall scorched brilliant paths through the atmosphere of her mind and began to make impacts on this world she’d discovered. This inescapable world that had drawn her in, made the parts of her that had been cold from the long empty dark of space scream with new fire and energy. This man could be her world, now—and the delights of this world would be driven mercilessly into her in this imminent impact, this violent sexual collision so close to happening that she was afraid to blink. Her time alone in distant space was over, for good.