The Neighborhood Girls

tng- ELEVEN - Greg is Targeted

The room became quiet after Tanya finished giving Dan his swats.  Dan lay on the floor with his face pressed against Natalie's feet.  He was thankful the assault was over and was content to rest there.  Larry was lightly gliding his fingers alone Priscilla's calves as she toyed with his hair.  Tanya proceeded to replace the paddle in its spot and then picked up the camera and took a picture of the four of them relaxing.

The flash broke the spell and Priscilla was the first to break the silence.  "I think we better clean up the place.  I'm not sure when my parents will be back." 

Larry and Dan both sighed and rose to standing.  Dan noticed some cum on his chin where he had been nuzzling Natalie's feet.  His sister smiled at his reaction as he quickly wiped it off with his hand.

"I'll get some paper towels," he said quickly as he hurried to the kitchen.  The girls giggled and winked at each other when they heard the water running as Dan quickly washed his face.  Larry followed Dan and brought back a roll of towels plus a few that he had separated and moistened.  Without a word, he knelt in front of Priscilla and wiped down her feet and individually cleaned each toe.  Dan had returned and upon seeing Larry, he mirrored the effort.  They may have dawdled a bit with the toes, but once the feet were cleaned, the boys quickly cleaned the floor.

The boys then put their clothes on.  Despite what they had been through, they felt awkward dressing in front of the girls.  With the boys now dressed, they proceeded to the kitchen.  There was still a little pizza left.

"You want some more pizza, Larry?" asked Priscilla.  "You can use your hands this time, if you like."

"Thanks for the offer.  Yeah, I could eat another piece," he replied. Then a little softer, "No hands was nice when you fed me by hand, actually."

"I could use another piece," interjected Dan.  He may not have been asked, but he still was a bit hungry.  Though one hunger was satisfied, the boys' other hunger now craved pizza.  "I could use a Coke as well," he added.

Tanya went to the refrigerator and brought out the Coke.  "Anyone else thirsty?"  Everybody nodded or grunted affirmative and she poured out five glasses.

Natalie offered up a piece of pizza to Dan and then pulled it away teasingly when he tried to bite it. They repeated this game as Natalie led him out to the family room.  Tanya followed them with sodas in hand.

Priscilla smiled at Larry her eyes twinkling.  "So you liked 'no hands,' huh?  You spoil all too easily."  She pulled out a piece of pizza and sauntered close to him.  Leaning close, as she offered it to his lips, Larry could feel the warmth of her body.  Larry nibbled on the tip and Priscilla continued to feed it to him as he consumed it.  Priscilla reached over and picked up a napkin.  Between bites, she wiped away any errant sauce whenever their efforts missed his lips.

Larry took a glass of cola from where Tanya had left it he sipped the cola gratefully. Priscilla patted his lips with the napkin.  Then looking at Priscilla with a smile he continued, "I've got a new respect for the invention of the drinking glass."  Priscilla chuckled at the comment.  She took comfort from Larry's good humor.  She didn't think about it but knew instinctively that having "normal" conversation about their games affirmed their acceptance of such play.

"I'll try to reinforce your appreciation for normal eating utensils when I get a chance," Priscilla said with an impish lilt to her voice.

Larry felt a small rush from her words.  "I'll consider it part of my general education, teacher" he said with a smile.

Priscilla stepped away from Larry and turned to look out the window.  "It's getting late.  My parents will be coming home soon."  The after a pause she continued, "The clouds are pretty this time of day.  I love the colors."

Larry put down his glass and stepped close behind her and looked over her shoulder to share the view with her.  Priscilla leaned back, resting her back on his chest and Larry circled her waist with his hands.  She could feel the cool "soda" hand for a short while until Larry started to lightly caress her stomach.  She took in a deep breath and snuggled against him.  Her deep breath accentuated her breasts and Larry's caresses circled up and his hands softly cupped them and lightly lifted. She relaxed for a few moments, savoring the sensations that engulfed her.  She never had anyone touch her breasts before.  Then before the silence became awkward (or Larry got more bold), she twisted away from his grasp and leaned into him, pressing her chest against him.  Rising a bit on her toes, she raised her lips close to his ear. "You will pay for that," she said softly.

Larry was surprised at his own boldness.  As Priscilla never had anyone touch her breasts before, he had never before touched a breast.  He had delighted in the weighty feel when he had lifted them.  He was elated when she accepted his move.  Despite his recent orgasm, he could feel himself stirring again as she rested against him.  He had been disappointed when she twisted away but was relieved as well.  He wasn't sure where to go from there.  His arms still lightly encircled her as she continued to press against him.  "Promise?" he asked reflexively to her words.

Smiling, Priscilla pulled her head back and looked deep into his eyes.  "Oh yes," she said.  "That is a promise."

The slight stirring he felt during their initial embrace accelerated into full hardness in response to her threat and confirmation.  He pressed his hardness against her. "I think I'm doomed," he said in mock dismay.

"Yep," she said lightly, breaking away from him and feeling a little heady about her ability to turn him on so easily.  "Lets see how the others are doing in the other room."

Priscilla and Larry both had to suppress laughing when they saw what was going on, though Larry was better at suppressing his amusement than Priscilla.  In the few minutes Priscilla and Larry lagged behind in the kitchen, Tanya and Natalie had Dan's penis sticking out of his pants.  Dan's shaft was hard as a rock.  Natalie had wrapped a red ribbon around it and was busy tying a bow.

"Hey girls," Priscilla said in mock reproval.  "You're going to have my poor brother hopelessly addicted to this."

"*You're* not one to talk, Priscilla," Larry said quietly so only she could hear.  She laughed happily at Larry's comment.

The girls responded to Priscilla's comment with laughter. "That's the idea," Tanya said.  "Now if I can ever get Greg in this state of addiction, that would be heaven."

"That will never happen," said Natalie.  "He's such a boorish cad, he would never allow a girl to get the better of him."

"He's not a cad," Tanya said with a little pique in her voice.  "He's really nice with me.  You just think so because he's your brother."

"I know how he treats me," Natalie responded.  "He has a crush on you, so he acts that way around you.  He'll never bend enough to be controlled by a girl"

Larry looked over at the girls.  "He may not bend, but I'll bet he would break," he said in a level voice.

Tanya looked over at him inquisitively, "What do you mean, Larry?"

"It's just a feeling," Larry replied.  "Maybe I'm projecting my own feelings into what I know about him.  It's like when we play chess, he will never let me checkmate him with the Queen.  If I force it, he still moves the king out of her path so the final take would be with another piece.  It would kill him to topple the king in front of the queen."

Tanya looked perplexed, "...and that means he will submit?  How?"

Larry looked up a bit sheepishly as he tried to justify unreasoned feelings and put them into words.  "Well, maybe I'm projecting my feelings into this."  He flushed a bit and hesitated before continuing.  In trying to explain his thoughts about Greg, he was exposing private parts of his own personality.  "I'll have to admit, that even before this week I've had a fantasy of..." he broke off to trying to think of a different and less personal way to phrase his thoughts.  Everyone in the room was attentive now and he was talking too much.  "Um... lets just say that I liked the idea of girls winning and felt embarrassed about that.  To compensate I would overreact in the other direction.  That's why I view Greg's excessive avoidance of even symbolic loss to the queen as an admission that he would like to lose to a girl."

Priscilla put her lips close to Larry's ear. "Sometime, you'll tell me about that fantasy," she whispered.

"Do you think that is why he's so mean to me all the time?" asked Natalie.

Larry shook the apprehensive feeling that Priscilla's words gave him and then chuckled aloud to respond to Natalie.  "No, he just thinks you're a brat."

Natalie snarled a bit.  "I would love have him naked and kneeling!" she said spontaneously.

Everyone laughed at her outburst.  "Well, how can we break him?" Priscilla wondered aloud.  Then grinning, "if we get him naked, it would be a good start."  Her eyes twinkling as she looked at Larry.  "I've found that boys are susceptible to suggestion when naked... especially with a leash on their balls."  Larry flushed under her gaze and squirmed to adjust his shorts to accommodate his hard on.  He was aware of the others chuckling and giggling at his reaction.

"We might use magic," said Dan.  Puzzled, everyone turned toward him at the sound of his voice.  Feeling everyone's gaze, he felt the effect of having a red bow bobbing in front of him.  He flushed and the bow rose a bit more.  He wanted to cover but instinctively knew that would bring attention to what he was self conscious about.  He plunged on, pretending that everything was normal and that he didn't have a big red bow bobbing obscenely in front of him.  "You all know, Greg loves to do magic.  He's always looking for an audience.  If you can get him to show his loop and chains escape trick, he could be made helpless."

"How? Can we switch real locks for his trick ones?" Natalie asked.

Dan laughed, still self conscious that the laugh made the bow jiggle. "That's not how the trick works," he said.  "The locks, ring, and chains are all real.  He can't break or open them.  The trick is in the angle that he has them applied.  He's able to twist slightly and the chains that looked so tight will part and he's able to slip out.  Keep some tension on the ring at the right angle and he's stuck."

"But other than embarrassing him, what's to keep him from reverting to his bratty nature when we finally have to let him go?" Natalie asked.

Tanya then chimed in.  "I think that we should have Priscilla's camera there.  I know I can get him turned on.  If we have a picture of him in a compromising position and obviously aroused, we can threaten to expose him."  Tanya then started laughing.  "If the show is just for us girls, we can blackmail him by threatening to expose him to Larry and Dan," she explained.  "That would be so ironic."

"Then," said Priscilla as she thought about how it would play out.  "To round things out, we can convince Greg that if he would help us compromise Larry and Dan in a similar way, he would have company in his plight," she said as she was thinking out the possibilities. as she looked at the boys. "It would be funny having him conspire with us get control over you two."

"Yeah, we know it worked before!" exclaimed Natalie enthusiastically and without thinking.

Suddenly the room got quiet.  Dan looked over at Larry who was looking guilty as hell.  "Oh cripes!" he said emphatically. "That's why you could never pull a decent hand in the first poker game!  I was set up!" Dan growled as he thought about that game and how he was led into it.  "That game is null and void!" he said finally.

Natalie stepped over to him and slapped the red bow. He flushed as his low bargaining power was so graphically pointed out. "Too late!" Natalie said smugly.  "Besides we didn't cheat on the second game.  You agreed to the rules."

Dan felt foolish as the bow was still swinging from her slap.  Everyone knew he was glad the games turned out the way they did.  He wasn't fooling anyone.  Natalie could read his face as the thoughts about what transpired over the last couple of days passed through his mind.  On impulse, she pointed to her feet.  "Now kiss my foot and tell me you're sorry for your outburst."

Dan flushed as he was hit with a convoluted mixture of thoughts, observations, and emotions; anger, betrayal, embarrassment, the only one in the room with an exposed red bow, the vision of Natalie looking so sexy as she pointed to her feet, the desire to be at her feet, the feeling of being watched by the others, his arousal obvious to all, his arousal accentuated by his being controlled by Natalie, his desire to demonstrate to all that he wanted to submit to her, his fear that everyone would know he wanted to submit to her...  He had nowhere to go but to his knees.  Dan blurted out, his words as dysfunctional as his thoughts, "I'm sorry for my words.  I'm glad the games turned out as they did.  Thank you for letting me be at your feet. I lov..."  Dan stopped abruptly as he realized that he was rambling personal feelings in front of everybody.  He ended by kissing her foot.

Natalie wasn't about to let his last thought go unnoticed. "What do you love, Dan?" she asked pointedly.

Dan felt the gaze of everyone on him as he knelt there.  The room was quiet as he formulated his response.  "I love submitting to you," he confessed.  It was no revelation, but his public declaration cemented the chemistry of their relationship.  Natalie thrilled to hear those words.

"Stand up," she said, softly.  When he stood, she grasped the bow, crushing it into his shaft.  Her finger danced over the moist tip.  "I'm glad," she said.  "That makes me happy."

There was the sound of a car door closing.  "Your parents are home," said Larry loudly as he looked out the window.  Natalie released her hold on Dan and he quickly zipped up.  Part of the bow caught in the zipper and he quickly cleared it and rezipped.  "Worse things could have gotten caught," he said lamely as the group laughed.

"We're home!" announced Mrs. McQueen as she and Harold entered.  "What's so funny over there, anyway?"

"Oh Dan's just goofing off," replied Priscilla.  "He can be really funny sometimes."

"It's good to see you kids having fun," she said.  "What have you kids been doing today?"

"Oh nothing," Priscilla said after a slight hesitation as she was still preoccupied with the vision of her brother fighting with the zipper and the "worse things" that he was referring to.

Her mom and dad looked at each other.

"Tanya brought over some pizza," Priscilla said as her composure returned.  "We've been eating pizza and chilling out over Coke."

"I hope you haven't ruined your appetite," Mrs. McQueen said.  "I've got a large meal planned for dinner."

"I'll be ready to eat by dinner, don't you worry Mom," Dan replied.  Everyone laughed at that.  Dan's appetite was legendary, even for a teenage boy.

"You may invite your friends to eat with us, if they want to.  There's lots of food," Mrs. McQueen said obviously directed at Priscilla and Dan but intended to convey the offer directly to the visitors.

"How about it girls, would you like to stay for dinner?" asked Priscilla.

"Yeah, that sounds great," said Natalie and Tanya responded with, "I'll have to check with my parents first."

"Let's make it a sleepover," Priscilla exclaimed.  "I haven't had a sleepover in ages."

Mrs. McQueen became a little more serious at that suggestion.  "Let me talk it over with Harold before you make any such plans. Daniel is older now and he might be bothersome."

"I won't bother them, I promise," said Dan, perhaps a bit too hastily.

"Let me think about it," said Mrs. McQueen.  She and Harold retreated into the master bedroom.

The kids looked at each other.  "Do you think they suspect anything?" Dan wondered aloud.

"I don't think so," Priscilla said.  "I think they are just thinking that we are a bit old to have sleepovers especially now that you're old enough to be interested in girls, Dan."

Mrs. McQueen barely closed the door, when she started speaking to her husband.  "Those kids were playing D/s games here today, I know it," she said.  "If they have a sleepover, what's to prevent them from picking on Dan?"

Harold laughed lightly before replying.  "Hey, you knew our daughter was 'picking on' Larry," he said.  "You thought that was okay."

"Yes," she said. "I did.  Somehow it's different when it's my son who will be on the receiving end.  I know he has a crush on Natalie and I know Natalie will dominate."

Harold pulled her into his arms and kissed her then looked her in the eye. "Look," he said trying to reassure her.  "Priscilla will be there.  She and Dan have always been close, not like our neighbors where Greg and Natalie are always at each other's throat.  She will be in a position to protect him if needed.  You said she's seen your 'Femdom 101' or whatever that book is.  She's responsible enough to read the safety section.  Besides Dan's still older than Priscilla and Natalie."

"I'm not as worried about the actual play as I am about his emotional health," she said.  "Also, I'm betting that if we let the girls have a sleepover, Larry is going to try to find an excuse to sleep over as well."  Then in mock exasperation, "we could have a full blown orgy going on if we're not careful!"

Harold laughed at her exaggeration as they broke the hug.  "The kids..." He stopped mid-sentence.  "Um, it just occurred to me.  Before I put my two cents in, maybe I should ask a more personal question.  If the kids do have a sleepover, is it going to get your juices flowing?.  I'm still recovering from last night."

Barbara smiled at him with a wicked smile.  "Oh baby, you're in for a hard night tonight regardless."  She watched him swallow hard at the promise of an active night.  She looked down at his crotch.  She never tired of seeing him react when she even hinted that she was going to torment him.  She laughed as they were both aware that she was checking out his habitual response.  "You're such a slut," she teased in a mocking voice.  "Now what were you saying about the kids?"

It took Harold a few moments to bring his thoughts back to the conversation at hand.  "We know our kids.  They are about as responsible as can be expected.  Frankly, with the two of them together as they explore this avenue will be safer than if they experiment by themselves.  I say let them have their sleepover and yes, even if Larry is here too."

Barbara smiled.  "I think you're right, but I lied about it not making a difference with me.  If I think the kids are having fun at the other end of the house, you are in for a *really* hard time tonight.  She checked the front of his pants and chuckled as he shifted to accommodate his changing anatomy.

When the McQueens came back to the family room, they found the kids sitting around sipping their drinks.  It was quiet enough that Barbara knew their return interrupted a conversation.  Before any of the kids could speak, Mrs. McQueen addressed her daughter.  "Okay Priscilla, if it's okay with their parents, your friends can spend the night."  Then looking at Dan.  "I don't want you bothering the girls.  Understand?"  Then before he could respond she added, "as a matter of fact, right after dinner you must stay in your room so the girls can have the house for their activities without having to worry about you."

"Sure Mom," he responded without argument. "It's okay if I use the bathroom though, isn't it?"

Mrs. McQueen smiled to herself about that condition.  It was obviously a legitimate request, but the bathroom had three doors, one each connected to a bedroom as well as one to the hall.  If she wanted to squelch any opportunity for play, she would have to make a point of restricting the girls from Dan's bedroom.  Instead she replied, "Of course you may."

Then Dan coughed as he got up his nerve to ask.  "Um.. uh.. Larry and I got involved in a game of 'Bastions and Beasts,'" he lied. "It turned out to be a good game as neither of us have been able to get an advantage all day.  We would really like to finish the game, but it's going to take hours.  Could Larry stay over tonight?  We will stay in the bedroom, I promise."

Mrs. McQueen shot a knowing glance over to her husband.  He smiled an acknowledgment that her prediction about Larry was exactly right.  It was obvious this was being discussed when the two of them were in the bedroom.  "If it's okay with his parents, then it's okay," she said.

The kids made the required phone calls and all got permission, though the fact that both genders were having sleepovers on the same night in the same house never seemed to come up while they were asking for permission.  Mrs. McQueen was amused as she could hear Larry pleading with his parents to be allowed to stay over.  She guessed they were concerned about homework or yard work that he was supposed to do.  It sounded like he bartered away a bushel of chores for this night's outing just to finish a great balanced game of "Bastions and Beasts."

As Mr. McQueen served up dinner, Mrs. McQueen left the table for a few moments.  She went back to Dan's room and confirmed her suspicions.  The "Bastions and Beasts" game was on shelf, not opened in the midst of an active game.

After dinner, Larry dashed to his house to grab a toothbrush as did Natalie though she also returned with a nightgown.  The McQueens had a new toothbrush to offer Tanya and it was determined that she could borrow one of Priscilla's nightgowns.  When it was time for the McQueens to retire, they admonished the boys once again to stay in their room and not to bother the girls.  Significantly, there were no similar admonishments issued for the girls.  Mrs. McQueen whispered her earlier finding to her husband, "The boys' B & B game hasn't been touched today."

Harold McQueen knew his wife was telling him this to remind him about the intensity of her mood.  She pointedly looked at his groin to watch him discretely shift to hide the effect that the reminder had on him.  "It never gets old," she chuckled to herself.