A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week2/Sleepover/PJs/Thong-Movie/Bargain/Traci/Flash/Drunk
"We should play a game!" sang Silvia, the suggestion making Traci's eyes light up.
"Oh! I brought a good one! We all get straws, that is I mean we all get skittles, an-"
"No! No, a drinking game!"
Silvia's tone dropped lower, sexier, her eyebrows bouncing, while still singing her suggestion. The other girls glanced around the room at one another before nervously laughing, all of them on board before even before hearing what it would be, crowding closer to Silvia for details.
"Okay! The game is called 'Most likely to'. We take turns saying who is most likely to do something. Whoever gets picked has to drink!"
"But most likely to what?" asked Traci.
"Oh, I dunno, maybe... most likely to dance naked!"
They turned towards Sally, all of them struggling to hold back their growing giggles in the prolonged silence before Sally sheepishly put her hands up. "Okay, okay..." she admitted, avoiding their accusatory eyes. But Sally wasn't thinking of her current clothless plight, prancing around nude in Elly's room, since she was obviously still wearing her night shirt. She assumed Silvia was referring to the living room, when Sally was swaying and posing for Rick totally bare. Although they had different thoughts, the other girls all agreed.
"Of course it's Sally!"
"That one's easy."
"Go, Sally!"
"Well? Drink!" prodded Silvia.
"Um... like, chug it all, or...?"
"No, just a regular sip," sighed Silvia, rolling her eyes. "Just drink already!"
Sally had not even finished a gulp before the game moved on without her.
"My turn!" Chelsea shouted. "Who's most likely to... go skinny dipping!"
Once again all the girls turned to Sally with a fresh round of giggles.
"Seriously?! Why me?" That question only brought further giggles. Sally figured that now they were just teasing her about the living room, so she acquiesced and smiled before another sip.
"Most likely to jerk off a boy!" screeched Elly, taking her turn with a cackle.
"Yeah, you wish!" smiled Chelsea, drinking with pride.
"What about... embarrass themselves at school?" asked Traci. This resulted in more discussion, some contentious, but once someone remembered a talent show gone wrong there was a quick consensus, and Traci got caught by her own question. "That was just one time..." she grumbled as she took her sip.
Filled with confidence, and a lot of alcohol for a grade schooler, Sally bounced up and down on her turn, shouting, "Most likely to have an awesome party!"
All the girls cheered along with Sally's proud pandering, but when Sally stopped bouncing and turned to Elly expectantly, she found their host staring back at her.
"Huh?"
"Oh, I thought you wanted to drink?" replied Elly.
"Me?! But... your party is so good!"
"Yeah, but I can't wait to come to your party!"
Another chorus of laughter struck the tweens before Elly and Sally graciously decided to share their "victory" and each took a sip of their drink.
The round of questions that followed were tamer. Most likely to sleep in; Traci. Most likely to cheat on a boyfriend; Chelsea. Most likely to pee her pants; Silvia, though that was a title she spitefully took after a lot of complaining. But it didn't take long before naughtier thoughts pervaded the group again.
Most likely to streak the neighbors; Sally. Most likely to not wear underwear; Sally. Most likely to sleep naked...
"Well I like sleeping naked, so there!" smiled Sally saucily as she tipped her can again.
"Is that a promise?" giggled Chelsea.
"You're just gonna hafta wait and see!"
Wielding a mischievous grin, Traci eyed up the rest of the room until she induced silence, grabbing everyone's attention. "Who... is the most likely to... jump-on-the-bed-right-now!"
Sally rightly took that as the dare it was and scrambled up onto the bed ahead of everyone else, giggling with her butt stuck out before she could right herself, scrambling to make sure that she was first one on. She was also the only one, the drunk naked girl squealing gleefully as she jumped in front of an audience with her arms out. The others cheered on their party animal, Sally happily taking the last gulp from her rapidly emptied can.
"Yaay! I'm the winner!" she cried, leaning back and throwing her hands up! But Silvia took issue with that.
"Heck no!"
"Whuh?"
Silvia started ranting but was smart enough to stop herself before she got too whiny. Instead she looped in the team player, letting Traci take the lead.
"Duh! Nice try, sneaky! You don't get to quit!"
"Yeah, you're not getting out of the game that easy!" echoed Elly. "C'mon down!"
Sally hopped onto her bum then slid off of her friend's bed as ordered. The host took the "winner's" empty can and passed it around the room. When it made it back to Sally a minute later, the can had been topped up to full, everyone gladly willing to contribute to Sally's continued participation.
"No quitters at this party!"
"I wasn't quitting. I was winning. And still aaaam!" taunted Sally, wiggling her shoulders playfully.
Following on Traci's idea, the game continued with a growing sense that the "winners" should prove the group right. So when Elly was picked as "most likely to kiss and tell", she puckered up and gave everyone in the room a peck on the cheek. When Chelsea was voted as "next most likely to get naked", she pulled her bra straps off her shoulders and teased the girls by reaching behind her back for the clasp before waving her hands and giggling up a fit. But when "most likely to play 7 minutes in heaven" was floated, all eyes in the room landed on the party girl.
"Really? You think so?" asked Sally, blushing. She had a hard time imagining herself locked away in a closet kissing a boy, but it must be true if everyone else thought so. Taking a nervous sip, she was glad there weren't any boys around to test such a theory, until someone followed up with, "most likely to suggest 7 minutes in heaven." Chelsea was the runaway winner.
"Okaaaay...!" the pervy girl agreed with an open mouth grin and wasted no time giving everyone what they wanted. She sauntered up to Sally, took both of their drinks to set them aside on Elly's desk, then took Sally's hands and pulled her towards the closet.
"Huh?" asked Sally cluelessly.
"Wooo! Go Sally!"
"Chelsea! You're so bad!"
Sally's chest got tight, her heart racing, as Chelsea guided the two of them just inside Elly's folding closet doors. The rest of the girls gathered around, eager to listen as Chelsea pulled the doors shut and shrouded her and Sally in blackness. Looking down, Sally could see her and Chelsea's bare feet lit up by the crack under the door, but little else.
"Chelsea?" asked Sally. "W-we're just pretending, right?" Her voice was answered by touch. Chelsea's hand bumped into Sally's chest in the dark before reaching up to grab Sally's neck. With their bodies displacing the clothes hanging beside them, Chelsea shuffled forward and closed the distance until she found her friend's lips. The tweens began to kiss just as their friends began to chatter outside the closet.
"How's it going, girls?"
"They're not going to answer! They're busy!"
"Yeah, they're total lesbos!"
"I bet you're just jealous, Silvia! That Chelsea didn't pick you!"
"Am not! Those two are perfect for each other... both sluts!"
Chelsea broke her slow, deliberate kiss to shout, "I heard that!" through the door, making the gallery giggle. Turning back to her task, Chelsea whispered, "But I totally am..." before she pulled Sally even closer.
Sally would be fearful of making out with another girl under any context, but especially while stuck in 7 minutes of heaven. Even if they didn't do anything, everyone was going to assume that they did! And with Chelsea's forwardness there would be no way anyone would believe otherwise. But what Sally didn't expect was how quickly she became lost in her partner's lips.
Being as tipsy as she was, Sally's inhibitions washed away once there was nothing else to focus on but the soft, glossed, ever present lips of her closet-mate. The kiss itself was all that mattered, Sally's butterflies fluttering ever harder as her skin became electric and her pussy began to tingle. Given the privacy of the dark closet, emboldened by the alcohol, Sally felt it wouldn't hurt anyone if she were to scratch an itch and let one of her hands drift its way between her legs.
Miss drunk-and-horny pawed at her needy mound just as Chelsea's tongue slipped past her lips. This intruder surprised her and brought Sally to openly moan into her partner's mouth in her attempt to lodge a complaint. It was louder than either of them expected, let alone the girls outside who all giggled merrily.
"Mmmm... Good idea," whispered Chelsea. "AWWww yeeEAH!" she moaned for the others' benefit.
"Huh? Oh, um... OOOoohh, CHELS!" Sally mimicked in kind.
"Hee hee! Gotta put on a show, right?"
"Y-yeah. Sur-mmph!"
Chelsea forced her tongue back into Sally's mouth mid-syllable, taking the younger girl's breath away and sending her back into her sexual stupor. Sally jerkily rubbed the front of her pussy, as much inspired as she was distracted by Chelsea's clearly practiced closet skills. But despite being stuck in the closet, Sally's imagination drifted back to the living room.
Standing long, lean, and fabulously naked, Sally glided forward toward the couch perched on her toes. Bending at the waist, she leaned forward past Rick's towering penis, delicately placing one hand on the throbbing beast to steady herself while she brought her face in line with Rick's. She bravely went in for the kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth expertly, but drawing back just as fast, wanting to tease him and knowing how close his dick must be to exploding just from the sight of her.
"Mmmhmm. You're getting better..." The words came from Rick, but purred out of him in a girl's voice.
"Time's up!"
"Hmm?"
A flash of light crashed through Sally's fantasies as the closet doors were flung open. The onlookers all gasped and gawked at the two closely embraced girls as Chelsea took a step back but it took some squinted blinking from Sally before she could understand why. Chelsea's tits were out! She hadn't pulled her straps back on and her bra must have slipped off her chest and down her midsection while they were making out.
Trying to protect her partner, Sally threw her hands up and onto Chelsea's chest. All of the girls, Chelsea included, squealed and cackled at what was seen as Sally's greedy last grope of Chelsea's bare boobs, an act that made Chelsea flee from the closet, clutching her meager tits as she stumbled away.
"Oh my god, Sally!"
"Th-that... was an accident!"
"Wow! Accidental second base!"
"No, she got to third base!"
Still trying to gather what was going on, Sally watched Chelsea collapse sideways onto the bed in an intense giggle fit squeezing both of her boobs. It was then that Sally noticed that not only was Chelsea's bra out of place, her panties were rolled all the way down to her knees as well, Chelsea baring her slit as she writhed on the bed.
"Sally, you animal!"
"Told ya! Coupla lezzies!"
"Now we have to call you Sexy Sally! No, wait! Slutty Sally! No, wait! Squeezy Sally?"
"She's a slut!"
When Sally failed to react - trying to go over what had just happened to make better sense of what she was seeing - Elly reached in and pulled Sally back into the bedroom before closing the folding doors shut.
"No more closets for you two!" joked Elly.
It didn't make much sense to Sally, but she figured Chelsea must have lowered her own bra and panties on purpose. Sally was positive (almost) that she wouldn't have done that, but it was possible that Chels did it to help "put on a show" like she said. But the implication of that show... was that Sally had been fingering Chelsea?!
"We... didn't do anything," Sally weakly asserted, her shame finally pushing through her lingering arousal.
"Yeah, suuure you didn't!"
"I mean... we didn't do nothing, but... just..."
"Oh, Sally was SOOO good in there!" teased Chelsea, sitting up to pull her bra back into place. "Like, she's done THAT before!"
The girls giggled harder as Sally's face grew redder. She tried to keep her gaze down as someone passed her drink back to her while continued calls of "slut" and "animal" rang out with amusingly positive connotations. It wasn't until Chelsea cuddled up beside her to offer a chaste thank-you kiss (which sparked Ooo's) and a spank of Sally's bum (which brought laughs) that the inebriated nudie was able to move past the implications and tell herself that they had indeed put on an amazing show, something which was strengthened a moment later.
"Most likely to grab your boobs!"
Forced to again sheepishly raise her drink, Sally toasted her friends' laughter, but this time there was some sense of pride mixed in. She didn't just have to pretend. She really was a party animal, wasn't she?