Relationship Talk (sequel to Guest Speaker)

It wasn't that simple, of course. I mean these were our friends, and they had missed seeing Nat at soccer, she'd also missed going to some get togethers after games because she didn't want to talk about why she was missing soccer. I mean, until now, when we decided on a big reveal. But as friends, we didn't want to take unfair advantage of them, but also like we'd discussed, didn't want them to pity Nat, or at least pretend not to. We eventually agreed I'd ask them out for a drink and food after our next game, non-alcoholic of course because of fucking 21 year old law. So much for being adults. I mean, especially now that we're out of dorms we do keep some vodka and a bottle of white wine around, we'll stick it in the fridge or 30 minutes in the freezer if we want to have it, but neither of us are big drinkers. But I was going to be meeting our friends myself, not a whole team shindig. I ran through what I should say with Nat, just to try and be more comfortable with it while not revealing too much. In the meantime, we decided just to have normal sex, well as normal as it can be given Nat's clitless condition, until her birthday, no teasing weekend for Nat and no switch weekend for making me the sub either.

After our next soccer match, we won, I figured we were all in a good mood and I asked our four friends, Catherine, Rachel, Emma, and Wendy, to join me for a post-game bite and brief talk. I called them the CREW based on their initials. Not really, as I mentioned names and appearances are changed slightly to protect anonymity, I'll stop mentioning that to avoid interrupting your fantasies, dear hopefully horny reader! Catherine is Asian with short hair, a mix of ethnicities which if you know how some Asian countries feel about each other is unusual and leaves her feeling left out culturally, so she just calls herself Asian rather than hyphenating a bunch of Asian countries followed by -American. Rachel is redheaded, with longer hair usually pulled back in a ponytail with a hair tie for soccer, and again after showering, she rarely leaves her hair loose. Emma is brunette, mid-length hair, and Wendy is blonde, shoulder-length hair. Sorry for those of you who like women with large breasts, we all play soccer, and while there are some large-breasted women who can deal with sports with sports bras, it tends to be a lot more comfortable for us women with smaller endowments. Though we still wear sports bras for the games and exercise, of course. Catherine and Rachel are a bit more leaders, I'd say Catherine more analytical and Rachel a bit more emotional, stereotypical redhead maybe, Emma and Wendy aren't doormats, but they're more followers. Since I know you care, except for Nat and I none of the group were currently in a relationship exactly. From what we'd previously discussed, Emma and Wendy were both straight but maybe open to the stereotypical female college experimentation, they'd both dated guys first year but the relationships hadn't lasted through the summer. Catherine said she was lesbian, I thought she might be bi but felt being lesbian was sticking it even more to the cultures that disliked someone like her who was a blend of Asian ethnicities. Rachel was bi but said she for relationships as opposed to just sex, she preferred women but said she had a friends with benefits situation with a guy, they liked each other and the sex, but both knew they were wrong for each other long term. None of our friends, as far as we knew from what they said, were poly, though just like Emma and Wendy being willing to try women while at college, I think everyone was open to a little group experimentation if the situation were right.

We went to a low-priced but licensed restaurant, restaurant not bar so we could get food and get a table without fake IDs, which don't really work nowadays unless you go to a really sketchy place given crackdowns around our college, but sometimes you get a server who wasn't trained well or doesn't care and will get you a drink. Not today though, so just diet cokes all round. Damn, I should have made notes, I was drawing a blank on what I'd rehearsed saying with Nat! I blurted out, "I know you guys have wondered about Nat. We'd like you to join us for a get-together on her birthday in a few weeks."

They all started saying various variations on of course, sounds nice, where are we going, and so on, so I interrupted, "Wait. First, we're only inviting you four, no friends or significant others, male or female. Second, it's kind of going to be like an adult show and tell. Not by any of you, but Nat, and maybe me, want to share something with you that's sexual and involves nudity."

Everyone was quiet, then Catherine tilted her head and asked before Rachel could, "Are you planning to have sex in front of us or something?"

"No, not that, but we do want to, well, show you something. Somethings. We don't want to talk about it ahead of time, but we also don't want you all to feel taken advantage of like your props in a birthday performance or something." I hoped that was clear.

Catherine again beat Rachel to speaking up, as I said Emma and Wendy were a bit quieter, more followers, but they were definitely interested in this conversation. "Hmm, so we saw you have a clit piercing, or something there, I'm guessing Nat has something similar, or a tattoo or something?"

Rachel, not to be left out, added "You said maybe you, does that mean we get to take a close look at whatever piercing you have? Is it through the hood or labia, or actually through the clit?" Maybe it was just me, but I thought all the girls looked interested in the answer to that question.

"You'll see Nat, maybe me, we don't expect any of you to reveal anything, but Nat wanted to emphasize she wants this, and misses spending time with you. But we don't want you to feel pressured, if any of you can't make it, or don't want to, we can also do a more normal birthday get-together on the weekend following. Go dancing maybe, after predrinking at home. We'll supply the vodka, you supply the mixers!" I wanted to avoid being too specific. "But no more questions about what you will or won't see, we'll send you an invite with the time and place in a text, just let us know if you're coming. Oh, and this is a real, if you say you're coming don't wuss out and not show like older people say all of our generation do, make a commitment!" Everyone laughed, or at least chuckled, at my reminding them how we all, me included, tended to treat invites and acceptances as options.

The rest of our discussion was more about the other girls and their relationship, or non-relationship, status, what they'd been up to, classes, families, good and bad roommates or housemates, whether any of us were going to get a pet, that sort of stuff. Nothing particularly sexy unless you have an even weirder kink, or fetish, than Nat and I do!

When I reported on our conversation and invite to Nat, of course she made fun of me for flubbing it after all the practice I'd done with her, but agreed it seemed to have gone okay. We'd see once we sent a group chat who accepted. In the meantime, we discussed specifics a bit more, thought Nat would be in bed, at a hotel, wrists bound to her legs with the straps we had, and spreader bar, blindfold on, but with covers not just sheet on to be a bit less in your face, and no gag so Nat could emphasize before we did anything, that she wanted this. We decided I should be commando in a skirt, I mean I rarely wore skirts but for this it seemed easier, and sexier than wearing a robe. At least sexier than the robe I typically wore, sorry but I don't have a black leather and lace robe with red highlights or anything, just a terrycloth robe for after showers, a heavy winter robe, and a lighter cotton summer robe. For the bedroom outside of sex I tend to just wear a sleep tee and panties, or sleep tee and no panties. We have the master bedroom with attached bathroom, so if I go in the middle of the night I don't need to put anything on. For breakfasts, or late at night, when we may encounter housemates, I'll tend to wear a robe.

For a hotel, some of the ones in our area from online searches seemed to be pricier during the week, others on weekends. Obviously I looked at a nice one that wasn't too far away, even walkable in nice weather though we'd be taking uber, and was cheaper during the week. Especially in a college town, hotels tend to be wary about renting out rooms to groups of students who are under 21 who may be doing heavy drinking, even though they shouldn't, and having noisy parties, disturbing other guests. They may also have problems with too many people in the room as being a violation of number of overnight guests. We didn't want to go to all the effort of setting this up only to be kicked out before midnight or something. I decided, didn't consult Nat on this just went myself, to talk to someone at the hotel that I thought would be the best, in terms of price and being close to us as well as looking nice at least from the online photos. A suite would be too expensive, unfortunately.

I went over on a Thursday afternoon, that was a convenient time not just for interviews with a professor, as I had no classes at that time. I figured going after lunch but before 5 I'd be more likely to be able to speak to a manager. The desk clerk I spoke with first seemed a bit unsure about what I was asking for, like I wanted to speak to a manager to assure them we wouldn't be a problem, but it was quiet enough he made a call and then guided me to a side door and an office before returning to the reception desk, which had no-one waiting to check in or out.

The manager looked to be in their 40s, not that I'm great at judging ages, I didn't see grey in his hair, his desk had a nameplate saying "Robert Wilson". I introduced myself and thanked him for meeting me, then jumped in to the explanation, which of course I fumbled a bit. "Me and my girlfriend want to celebrate her birthday with a bunch of girlfriends, I mean she's my girlfriend and we want to invite some women friends, we're not planning to get drunk" I didn't say we wouldn't drink, just that we weren't planning to get drunk, "and won't be crazy noisy, but might be a bit noisy, and I don't think any of our friends plan to stay all night, but I don't want to be kicking them out if they want to stay, and the room I want to book only has two beds, I'm not sure if that would be a problem with six of us in the room." At least I think that's what I said, if anything it was probably less polished than what I'm writing here.

Robert Wilson, he just had that sort of look and air about him, I referred to him by his full name, just looked at me, then spoke with what I think was wonder. "You're telling me in advance that you want to book a room with maximum occupancy of four people, for six people, and you may be noisy, and you're presumably under 21 but may drink but don't plan to get drunk" damn he caught my careful non-lie "and celebrate a birthday all night?" I just nodded mutely, not saying anything. He continued. "Do you know how often someone has come to me to try to address concerns ahead of time, about number of guests, or noise, or anything like that?" I shook my head no, again not saying anything. He half-shouted seemingly joyfully "No-one's ever done it before! I typically have to deal with problems like this late night if I'm on duty that shift, or getting a call it's an emergency, or dealing with crap the next morning if I'm on day shift. I want to reward someone who makes my life easier. What date did you want to book?" I told him and he looked up something on his computer, punched in something, then picked up his phone, yeah a desk phone, landline, whatever, and told someone I guess the receptionist that I'd be booking a room with two beds, he should give me the preferred rate, and then a free upgrade to a suite since we weren't busy that night. He then returned his attention to me, "We're not that busy, not a problem upgrading you, and the suites next to you should be unoccupied that evening, I've marked them to be lowest priority so unless there's a sudden convention they won't be booked. Don't do illegal drugs, don't leave any evidence of drinking behind when you leave. I'll also remind reception to book you with allowing an early check-in and late checkout the next day, if you'd like." I thanked him gratefully and he walked me to the door of his office to let me out. I then registered for the room, well suite now, at the reception desk. I definitely don't have a thing for middle-aged guys, sorry if you're a middle-aged guy reading this and that's your fantasy that a college coed lesbian like me is suddenly attracted to you, but if I did have a thing, it would be for someone like Robert Wilson.

If I do say so myself Nat was impressed I had gotten a suite and subtle don't ask don't tell about drinking, of course when I told her I spoke a lot more smoothly. She'll know otherwise when she reads this, but I kind of think she already knew I wasn't a master of wit and charm, given how I tend to blabber.

We sent out a group chat, and Catherine accepted quickly on behalf of the group. Hmm, I guess that they all privately agreed to all come, maybe Catherine helped persuade Emma and Wendy, but while they're followers like I said they're not doormats, I wasn't concerned. The night before Nat's birthday we got all the supplies together in a bag, well knapsack really, typical student, and then Nat told me that since her birthday would be mostly about her, the evening before she wanted me to be a total pillow princess, just lie back and be touched, fingered, licked, sucked, nibbled on, bit, and toyed with, on all the parts of my body, until I couldn't come any more. Believe me, I did not try to argue Nat out of doing that the night before her birthday!

The next day, sorry if the jump without sexy details and descriptions of my turgid engorged clit bother you, the next day after showering and shaving and getting dressed, my skirt and blouse outfit more important than Nat's since she'd be naked soon, we took an uber to the hotel and got set up, checking that our four friends were all still expected at 7. Given the unusual activity we had planned, we wanted a post-dinner exposure, we had snacks and vodka and mixers though, and then as we'd planned would go out for a more normal, clothed, non-sexy birthday dinner for Nat on the weekend. Once Nat was naked and strapped and spreadeagled, I didn't put the blindfold on yet because we were watching tv, not news, didn't want to be depressed or angered, just the middle of a rom-com we'd probably both seen but couldn't remember the name of. The phone on the bedside table rang, I answered it, the reception clerk, the same one I'd met before I guess they normally worked the day shift, said I had four guests, Catherine, Rachel, Emma, and Wendy, did I want him to send them up? I said yes, and then turned off the tv and nervously stood up and walked to the door to be ready. After first wiping myself yet again with the same towel I'd been using, but this time tossing it in the bathtub. Hey, they ask for dirty towels to be left in the bathtub if we want them cleaned, and I'd been dripping and wiping my arousal to avoid staining my skirt long enough that that towel definitely needed cleaning.

I heard a knock on the door and Rachel's "We're here!" and after a quick jog to look at Nat on the bed in the larger bedroom of the suite, I came back to the door and welcomed our friends.