You know what’s great about it not being the 12 days of Christmas anymore? I don’t have to figure out a way to try to implement a random number of spankings or something into the story.
– Richard
Chelsea looked between Arnold and Mark. “You two know each other?”
“Yeah. This is Pete. He’s the new guy in our group. I didn’t know Hannah was going to be here, though. Hey, Hannah!” he waved.
Chelsea grabbed her phone, took a step back to get all three of them in frame, snapped a picture, and sent it to Bonnie. “I TOLD YOU!” she typed.
“Chelsea, you good?” Mark asked. “Do you need a… does he…” he put a hand on the back of Hannah’s neck.
“No!” Everyone was staring at her. “And why does he think your name is Pete?”
“It’s my middle name. I started going by it in college. That’s what most people call me now.”
She looked over at Arnold. “This is who you’ve been playing with?”
“Yeah,” said Arnold. “He seemed like a nice guy. I didn’t know…”
“No, don’t even say anything. It’s fine. This isn’t your fault. Everything is fine. ‘Pete’ didn’t engineer an entire slumber party just to torment me. Let’s just start a game.”
They headed into the other room with a couple other people and played a few rounds of Smash Brothers. People rotated in and out, and eventually it was just her and Arnold.
“Team battle?” Mark asked, leaning in the doorway with Hannah.
Chelsea glared at him a little. “Afraid to take me one on one?”
“No. Just don’t want to kick out your boyfriend–”
“Fiancé.”
“Ok. Well, I didn’t want to kick out your fiancé.”
“Fine. Come on over.” She slid her character marker from Samus to Kirby.
“Oh, is it that serious?” he asked, picking Pikachu.
“Who should I pick?” asked Arnold.
“Whoever you want, sweetie. Just stay out of the way.”
“Items?” asked Mark.
“Of course not.”
Hannah sat down next to Arnold and shook her head. They were both knocked out within the first forty seconds of the game.
“Told you we should’ve just done a one on one,” said Chelsea.
“You’re taking this very seriously,” said Mark, bouncing a thundershock her way.
She dodged it easily. “Yeah, that’s never really a problem for you, is it?” She connected with a kick, sending him flying off the stage.
“I take plenty of things seriously,” he said, dodging her chase and recovering.
“Until you get bored with them.”
“I did not get bored with you,” now he bounced her off.
“Then what happened?” she asked, juking his attack and knocking him down as she floated back over.
“We went to separate colleges six hours away and started dating other people. Did you need a signed note or something?” he tossed his controller on the floor as the game transitioned to her victory screen.
“Good game,” she said.
“Yeah, good game…”
Someone in the next room started yelling, and they both looked over.
“They’re starting Spin the Bottle,” said Arnold.
“Get in here, nerds!” someone yelled from the next room.
“You were playing–”
“Go five minutes ago!” Chelsea and Mark yelled at the same time.
She glared at him. He smirked a little.
The four of them found spots on opposite sides of the circle, Chelsea with Arnold and Mark with Hannah.
“Alright,” said Jenny. “Just in case any of you forgot how this works. Whoever spins has to go in the closet with whoever the bottle points at. Seven minutes is kind of long, so we’ll just do one.” she nodded towards the walk in on the other side of the room.
“I don’t remember having such a nice closet when we were teenagers,” said Mark.
“Well, we’ve all filled out some too,” said Jenny.
They all laughed she took the first spin. Spins ping ponged around the circle. After a few minutes, Arnold got up to stretch his legs, coming back with a drink for her. After they heard some energetic moans from the pantry, Jenny turned up the speakers as everyone glanced around.
The bottle hit Mark eventually, who gave it a spin and pointed it at Arnold. He blushed as they stepped inside. Once they were in for a few seconds, Mark banged on the wall, drawing laughs from the crowd.
A few spins later, Hannah hit Chelsea. The two of them stepped inside.
“Soooo,” Hannah said, “It’s been a while since we talked.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that. I’ve been really stressed with the wedding, and Mark showing up out of nowhere…”
Hannah’s smiled a little when she said his name.
Chelsea rolled her eyes, then fixed them on the collar around Hannah’s neck and grinned.
“So,” she said, leaning in close and hooking a finger under it. “Is this a break away, little kitten, or permanent? I heard you need a break away so you don’t actually choke,” she slid her finger across Hannah’s neck. “Although some people are into that.”
Hannah blushed. “We’re… trying things out…”
Chelsea leaned in tighter, giving her a light kiss on the cheek. “Just remember, he’s not the only one who knows things to try. Don’t let him get in your head.”
She let go and stepped out, Hannah following a few steps behind her. Chelsea gave the bottle hard spin, sending it bouncing, until it finally landed on Mark.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Hannah leaned over and whispered something in his ear. He smirked and looked across the circle at her.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.”
She followed him in and he shut the door, leaning in, his arm trapping her on one side.
“The usual?” he asked.
“The what?”
“The usual. To calm you down. You’re obviously having a rough night. We’ve got a minute. And I know the bass line to this song. No one has to know, and it doesn’t even have to be sexy.”
She stared at him.
“Tick tock. Wouldn’t want us to stay too long, would you?”
“Fine,” she said, finally. “Just to prove to you that I won’t go all stupid the second you touch me.”
Mark laughed a little, and nodded his head. She turned around, putting her hands on the wall of the closet. He stepped in close behind her, his hot breath making the back of her neck prickle. A second later, his left hand was there, squeezing gently, while the right lifted the bottom of her shirt out of the way.
“You picked a good outfit for this at least.”
“Just do it.”
He gave her neck another little squeeze and then brought his palm down on her ass in time with the beat.
She sucked in a breath.
Another hit a second later. She willed herself to relax.
The pause between hits was longer this time, but he got in a double hit.
“Is this helping?”
She was about to say no when he hit her again and the tingles started. Warmth flowed out from her ass, down her legs, up her spine.
She nodded a little.
He gave her a few more quick wacks on the guitar solo, then straightened her shirt and helped her back up.
“Better?” he asked.
“A little,” she admitted. Fucking asshole. She did feel more grounded.
They headed back out and took seats. The next time she sat just right, he saw the wet spot visible on her panties when he looked up her skirt.
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