“Oh, I’ll find a way,” Cassie said, “maybe the asshole as you said jokingly, Bel.”
“Who said I was joking?” The four girls burst out laughing at that retort as Belinda went on, “I’ll stick to blue as last year. Don’t feel like giving my ass to anybody that asks. Like you said, Cassie, it’s like an advertisement. Once it’s publicised, people will come
looking for it. And you can’t keep on saying ‘no’.”
Sachita was all ears, taking in as much information as she could. The car had by now left the city outskirts for some time and was travelling along a dark countryside road. It suddenly turned left onto a narrow, almost invisible sideroad.
“That’s why,” Gaëlle advised Sachita, “I would recommend that you wear Green. People won’t come to you looking for more that hand and mouth service. Your hands and mouth on them or their hands and mouths on you.”
“So,” Cassie continued, addressing Belinda, “no ass for you tonight?”
“That’s not what I said,” the girl rectified. “If I find some cock that I would like to feel in my butt, I’ll do the proposing.”
“Exactly,” Gaëlle approved. “Same applies to you, Sach. People will ask for your mouth and hands but if you want your pussy serviced, you launch the invitation.”
“I know you’re very excited at the thought of attending your first libertine party.” Belinda warned. “But, believe me, when you get to the real thing, it can be daunting, suddenly being asked left and right for things you have been doing in private. Better you keep control by limiting the number of services you propose. As Gaëlle said, you can always propose more than what you initially indicate. It will be like a bonus. For you and for those receiving it.”
“Thank you, girls, for looking after me and mentoring me into this wild, wild world.” Sachita joked. Though she enjoyed her naughty pranks with her flashing friends, she didn’t tell them everything about her sexual life, not even to Bel who was her closest friend. The trio thought she was a novice, depending on them for her erotic activities but she did sometimes go on her own. Ever since her 18th birthday celebration, she had come to appreciate the satisfaction a good cock can provide and since their girly shenanigans never led to a cock for her, she had developed her own strategies to get one.
“Well,” Belinda responded to her remark tongue in cheek, “I did promise Mam we’d all be looking after you”, to which they all erupted in laughter.
“How did you say that?” Sachita recalled, almost choking with laughter. “‘Sticking together and having fun, but as a squad, keeping each other out of trouble’? Mam would have a fit if she could see how you are looking after me.”
“Well, we are looking after you, we are completing your education,” Gaëlle remarked, still laughing, “after all you’re at Uni.”
“Don’t worry,” Cassandra said, having met Miranda a couple of times, “Your mother seems to me the perfect example of the Upper Middle-Class woman who has perfectly succeeded in life: good at her job, good wife and good mother, and drawing great satisfaction from her accomplishments. I don’t think she will imagine you doing the things you do with us.”