Page 8 of Tinsel and Teasing

While cutting the individual items on the pages apart, I toss them in two piles in the middle of the floor and explain, “One of these is an intimate question. The other is an intimate act that doesn’t involve sex. It’s mostly touching your partner, lips on the ear, fingers caressing the thigh… We can pair a question with touching the person we’re asking it to.”

Everyone sits around the piles as they agree that it sounds like a simple icebreaker.

“Why don’t you go first, Isadora?” I say.

She pulls a folded piece of paper from each stack and takes a second to read them. “Fingers in your partner’s hair. Who do I do this too?”

“Your pick.”

“All right. This is your game idea, so I’ll choose you.”

I scoot closer, lacing my fingers through her silky hair.

“Am I supposed to touch you, or do you touch me?”

“For this one, we can do both.”

“Agreed.” She runs her fingers through my hair and I want to sink into her. I want to hold her even closer. Her touch is what I’ve been missing my entire life.

My cock is hard, but when I glance around, there are two other hard cocks in the room, so that’s not as embarrassing as it could have been.

“What’s the question?” I ask.

She doesn’t have to look. “This one’s pretty easy. How many sexual partners have you had?”

My laugh comes out decidedly indicating that I’m relieved. I don’t know what I’m relieved from other than being able to give her an easy answer.

“Zero.”

“Same. Okay, do you go next?”

Pride swells through me at getting a twofer with her to start the game. Pulling two papers from the stacks, I can’t stop the grin from spreading over my face. Things are about to heat up.

I reach my hand forward to cup her sex in compliance with the directions, but she bats it away.

Before I have a chance to explain, she says, “Oh no. I may never have played this game, but with icebreakers, you have to pick someone other than the person who picked you. That way it transfers through everybody.”

Fear grips me. I didn’t think about touching Clyde and Knox. I glance at both of them and they’re wide-eyed, perhaps as shell-shocked by her statement as I am.

“I don’t know about that.”

She smiles mischievously. “I don’t see any other way this can work.”

“We could rotate turns with you?” I suggest the obvious.

“But when we’re doing this tonight…the whole sex thing…you guys are going to touch each other, right?”

I’m not the only one avoiding agreeing with her as nervous glances are exchanged.

She worries her lower lip and says teasingly, “What if I want you to touch each other?”

Fucking hell. I would do anything for her…even touch Knox and Clyde. Swallowing hard, I say, “Then I guess I’ll have to ask, which of you two wants me to touch your junk? I’m going to make this sweetheart happy.”

Both men rise to their knees to make themselves available. Clyde is closer and grabs my hand, putting it on the strain of his erection. I’m not ready to admit this out loud, but my dick twitches and dumps a spurt of pre-cum.

Isadora’s eyes are glued to our contact.

“All right, time for the question, Clyde. What’s your favorite sexual position?”

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