[FFFFFM] The Study Group: Part 1. Gentle Femdom, Cross-Dressing, and Friends with Benefits.

This was a highly specific, free commission I wrote up for someone who contacted me over the winter holidays (but I didn’t post it due to some unfortunate health issues). It took about 4 evenings to write and clocks in at nearly 20k words. This is part 1, and if there’s interest, I’ll post part 2, which finishes the story with a foursome! Hope you enjoy!

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Mandy always liked being first. First girl at her academy and first in her family to attend university; even in football, her jersey was “#1”. Mandy also had the luck to be the first girl I ever crushed on.

We met at academy; in chemistry. I remember because I had tried to make a joke to break the ice, seeing how we were doing something with copper and she had coppery-blonde hair. I thought it would be cute. We sat on high-stools, and I recall her looking at me with those blue eyes, completely unamused. I was new there, and maybe because of my comment, she didn’t waste time with learning my name or any introductions, wanting to dive right into the work instead. Maybe she thought I was dull.

I’ll admit chemistry wasn’t my best subject, but Mandy made it go by quick. She was eager to get through the assignments, because she had other things she needed to do, and afterwards, anyone could head to the library before their next period as a sort of extra study hall. The first time she asked me along was a goof; I just happened to see she flipped a negative sign on an equation and mentioned it to her. After that, chemistry was always followed by a quiet crook of her finger, and then we’d find ourselves in the library.

That was where I met Mandy’s cluster of girls. I fancy she collected them the same way he collected me, on account of their varied interests. I was introduced as the “numbers guy” for a while, and it wasn’t bad for a nickname. It wasn’t wrong either, and all the girls had some help they wanted from me in maths.

Korra was the proper one with straight black hair who always wore something that made her appear much older than she was. She wore a belted pencil skirt and suit jacket to prom, and when we first met, I wondered if she was a teacher. The girl was tall enough to be one, anyway; near enough my height. I remember her giving me a casual, evaluating once-over in the way parents do when assessing if a kid is actually a bad egg or not. It ended with a little “hm”, and the jury is still out on what that meant.

Jessica, the artsy girl, always talking about what was “underground” or some anachronism like how fountain pens were in vogue again. I’m not sure if she was there to study so much as doodle on the back-page of all the library books while curling rufous hair in her fingers. Beautiful ball-point art; bright and inviting like the smile she kept under her John Lennon sunglasses.

Alina was what you’d get if you made a real-life “Instagram Barbie.” No one was quite sure what was real about her, except for her follower count, which was near a million. She was always snapping this photo or that, and stepping under the light to get that bleach-blonde hair and baby pink lips picture perfect. What most didn’t know was that she also had a side-gig taking wedding photos and was in yearbook as the lead photographer.

Casey had a rivalry with Mandy and never quite measured up, always behind the football player. You could call the pair frenemies, as Casey wanted to know what all was going on in Mandy’s life just to one-up her if possible, which it usually wasn’t. Casey satisfied herself with what she called fashion sense. She’d often start library study sessions by throwing off some baggy sweater she’d walked in with to reveal a tight-fitting dress underneath and ask my opinion on it. I don’t think she cared much, though, since her eyes were always on Mandy when I’d tell her what I thought.

I might have called stumbling onto this study session great luck – and it was – but I was kept at arm’s length. None of the girls wanted much to do with me beyond being the “numbers guy,” which wasn’t a bad gig, I suppose. They were all gorgeous to look at, and more than once they caught me staring, which they responded to in different ways.

Mandy was the best of the bunch, and my eyes always shot to her first. She’d smirk and didn’t care who I looked at afterwards. Jessica would also let it slide, and once pulled back a loose tank-top to the side to give me a better view. I remember Casey slapped her and shot me a disapproving look, as if I was in control and it were my fault.

How amazing it would be to have that kind of power! All the girls on the table, begging me to look at them, touch them, please them. I’d have done anything to make that happen, and they only needed to really give one thing back. Hell, they could take anything and only have to give that one thing. And they could take what they wanted from me by force; I didn’t care. I knew what I wanted and just wasn’t sure how to get it.

As it turns out, I would learn how. The girls would teach me.

High school ended, and while Alina jumped into a modeling career, the rest of us went to university. Mandy, Korra, and I all happened to go to the University of London, while Casey headed off to Leeds or some other stuck-up place. Jessica went to study overseas in the States. One of the “New” places, like New York or New Hampshire. Funny how most of the new places were some of the oldest in the U.S. She’d send a postcard every now-and-then, but I could never remember the actual university she was at over there.

Fast forward to today, and it’s our first year together in London; Mandy and Korra had tracked me down to continue our study sessions, but with our focuses in school being so different and having so few classes together, it wasn’t the same. Not to mention we were missing three of the girls. It was always half the party it used to be in high school.

“Fuck. Men,” Mandy said, throwing off the snow from her jacket as she slipped it behind her chair. She was late. We were in a private study room that wafted in the smell of musty books from the air vents overhead. A frosted window looked over the courtyard outside with all its naked trees shivering on the white ground.

“Yeah, those men. Gosh, they are just the worst,” I said, trying to sound sarcastic.

“You know what I mean, Numbers.” She plopped down in the chair, waiting for someone to ask the obvious question.

Korra took the bait. “What happened?”

“Mark cheated on me.”

“With who?” I asked

“Ella,” she spat the name. “Some Irish bird.”

I had learned over years of hanging out with the girls not to ask too deeply about who did what, or what the circumstances were. That would only get met with a mean look, crying, or worse: being banished from the study group and not getting to see them until they deigned to bring me back. There was only one answer when your friend comes with news about a woman stealing her guy.

“That slag!” Korra and I said, sharing a quick glance to one another, her brown eyes smiling their approval.

“Right?” She scoffed. “Maybe she’s a better lay or something.” Mandy looked out the window.

“That’s not true,” Korra shot a wide-eyed look at me and then mouthed ‘say something.’

“Yeah,” I started, unsure. “She’s just a bitch,” Mandy was still looking out the window and Korra nodded, urging for more. “And you know what, Mark is shit. You don’t need him, and you never did.” Another brisk nod from Korra. “You need someone better.”

Mandy turned back from the window, taking a finger to her eye to wipe away a tear we couldn’t be sure was ever actually there. Her voice was even when she answered, “You’re right.”

“I know what we should do to forget about that guy,” Korra grabbed her phone and held the blaring white screen in front of us. Some digital flyer was there, announcing a holiday club crawl. “Like Numbers said, let’s go find you someone better.”

I was surprised Mark had already been demoted to “that guy.” Just goes to show how quickly women could move on when they wanted to. Mark was gone, and soon Mandy would have a replacement. Not that she ever had any trouble with that.

“I don’t know, Korra, it’s so fresh. Maybe we can all just do a night in together?” She sighed. “I wish the other girls were here.”

“Then it’s your lucky day!” Korra said.

Mandy canted her head with a question on her face.

“The girls are coming in for the holidays!”

“What?”

“Yeah! Alina is already at her grandparents and Casey gets in tonight.”

“Jessica?” I asked, remembering her bubbly joy and side-boob.

“Landing in an hour. I was actually going to go grab her after we were done here.”

My body felt light. We hadn’t seen each other since high-school, and I couldn’t imagine what they all had done since. Plus, Jessica was coming back from America, where those in the states were known to have a huge supply of sexual repression. She was probably bursting, and I thought maybe there was a chance for me to see her chest again.

Mandy made a little squeal of excitement and her smile stretched wide. “Oh gosh! What am I going to wear! This is going to be an amazing girl’s night!”

“Ah, well have fun.” When Mandy and Korra looked at me, I realized I’d said it aloud and my face flushed. “I mean, if it’s a girl’s night, you don’t need me there.”

Always-serious Korra looked at me and said, “No, absolutely not. You’re going with us.”

“Yeah,” Mandy said, and reached across the table to grab my hand. It felt like electricity ran over my skin wherever she touched. “You’re one of us, Numbers. Well- I mean- you know what I mean.”

“And besides,” Korra started again, “you need someone better, too.”

“I don’t have anyone at all,” I explained.

“Then it won’t be hard at all to find better,” she said, and Mandy gave her a wink.

This was a new puzzle I’d never worked out before. I sat there for a moment, trying to figure out what the right response was, and if I should take my hand back now. Having all the girls back together out at night, on the town and looking for guys. I could only dream of how dolled up they’d be.

My grin answered for me, but Mandy followed up anyway, “You’re going, and you can’t say no.”

With her touching me, I would have said anything she told me to, but “yes” sufficed.

We were all waiting over at Mandy’s flat for Casey to arrive. It was a plain-white, one bedroom and bath place she rented for the school year. It was only a few blocks from campus. She’d decorated it with her trophies from football and swim meets, plus the occasional vase with some dark purple flowers just to signal that she could be both athletic and girly. Not that her furniture choices really signaled anything except that she was poor, and second-hand is all she could afford.

Mandy was wearing a tight-yet-airy, thin sweater dress that was shaped to fall across the body like a dress for warmer weather. Standing in the kitchen nook over the breakfast bar, I could see why. She was putting on her heels and it lifted her ass up to give a nice curve along her back. Enough to make me sit down for a few minutes while a budding hard-on withered away.

I was in a cushioned chair in a corner in a simple black suit-and-tie, while Jessica laid on the sofa with her legs in Korra’s lap. The recently-returned foreign exchange student was wearing a thick, green sweater dress that was bulkier than Mandy’s, with one of those braided designs running from top-to-bottom. Black leggings ran from underneath the dress to her heels, and ended in thick, fuzzy socks that Korra was absently toying with while we talked. Korra had a long powder-blue coat with giant, unusable buttons, a warm white dress underneath, and thigh-high grey boots that snugged to her legs.

Alina was still in the bathroom when Casey walked in with her very chic cowhide leather jacket and dark leather pants to match. The room roared in greeting. There were hugs for all, including myself, and then we sat back down, still waiting on Alina in the bathroom who seemed not to have noticed.

“So, what’s it look like out there?” Korra asked.

“Casey’s spying for us now?” I asked back.

“Ooh,” Jessica cut in, “like James Bond?”

Casey laughed, “Yes, only without the STDs.”

“Don’t lie,” Jessica continued, “We know you’re riddled with them.” She made a goofy face and stuck out her tongue at Casey.

“Shut up,” Casey said with a laugh, and tossed a pillow at Jessica who giggled when the plush hit her. “It’s bad. We’re never getting in with Numbers Guy. There are lines around the block with tons of hot guys trying to get in. The girls are getting in though.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Mandy asked.

Casey shot a look into the kitchen. “Leave him here; it’s a girl’s night isn’t it?”

“No, it’s a study group thing,” Jessica said, bubbly as usual.

“We’ll just have to think of how to slip him inside,” said Mandy.

“If you’re so eager to have him there, I’m sure you could let the bouncer slip inside something else.” Mandy and Casey locked eyes. There was a buzz growing in the air. It would not be pretty if those two started fighting, and Casey had only just arrived.

I sighed and stood up. “It’s fine,” I said, “You all go have a good night. It was nice that you wanted me there, but-”

“Sit down,” Mandy said, and when I was seated, she leveled her eyes on me, and I felt their weight. “What did I tell you?”

I just quietly nodded and looked away.

“He’s going,” Mandy said, returning the challenging look back to Casey.

“Well, what are we going to do?” Casey asked.

“Oh, I know!” Jessica shot up from the couch. “Korra, can I borrow you for a second?”

Korra looked up at Jessica, seemingly put off that she wasn’t playing with her feet anymore and grumbled. “Sure?”

“Stand right here,” she guided Korra to a spot on the floor. “Stand up straight.” Jessica appraised her work, and stood back. “Okay, now Luca. Come over here, and stand in front of her.”

At the sound of my name, I was more eager to see where this exercise was headed. I had a momentary glance at Mandy before I stood up, but I don’t know why I looked.

When I was face-to-face with Illayda, Jessica burst out, as bubbly as ever. “Aha! Korra has always been the tallest of us! They’re about the same size!”

Korra furrowed her brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mandy was catching on. “It means you can switch clothes!”

What? I thought. “Where are you going with this?”

“We can’t get in with Luca,” Jessica said, “but we can get in with Lucia!” She beamed at me, possibly expecting that I share in her joy, which I didn’t.

“You have got to be kidding,” Casey said; one of the few times I wanted her cynicism.

“I’m not putting that on.” I suddenly realized how cold it was outside. “My legs won’t fit into those boots. My legs will freeze.” I wasn’t sure if those were the best reasons to give, but they were the first to jump to my mind.

“And I can’t wear”, Korra motioned to all of me in an open-palmed gesture, “that.”

“Please Kor?” Jessica smiled and touched Korra’s shoulder before drawing close. I didn’t hear what she said exactly, but Korra’s expression softened and elevatored me again with those analytical eyes.

“Okay, but I’m not wearing those wingtips,” Korra said. “Mandy, do you have an extra pair of black heels?” Jessica laughed and gave the soon-to-be-suited Korra a quick peck on the cheek.

“Whoa whoa,” I said, “don’t I get a vote in this?”

“You had a vote earlier in the study group-” Mandy started.

“That was before-”

“And you said yes,” Mandy finished. “Jessica, he’s going to need more than this. You got a razor with you?”

She shook her head and made a tsk sound with her tongue. “Luca’s already baby-faced, though; there’s no beard to shave off?”

“No, I was thinking his legs.”

I gulped.

“Never mind, I’ll go pull out some black leggings from my dresser, then. And I’ll see if I can find some low-heeled pumps.” Mandy walked over to the bathroom and knocked. “Alina. Are you going to be done *sometime* today?”

“Yeah, I’m getting there,” came Alina’s voice from behind the bathroom door. “Did you need to come in? It’ll just be a second.”

Mandy rolled her eyes and pointed to the bedroom. “Just get changed in there. We’ll trade clothes with you and Korra piece-by-piece.”

I took off my jacket and tie before going into Mandy’s room and shutting the door. Great, I thought, all these years, and now you’re finally one of the girls. Literally. Good going, genius. Mandy’s room was small, with nothing but a bed, dresser and nightstand. The bed was neat and tidy, with a coal-blue duvet cover and all those little pillows women seemed to love piled on top. On the nightstand were a few textbooks on chemistry and medicine, topped by a leatherbound copy of Venus in Furs.

It was a few moments before Mandy came in with not just a piece but all of Korra’s clothes piled up for me. I could see Illayda sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, in her lacy knickers with only my blazer to cover her. Mandy set down the clothes on the bed. “No ogling. We have to run.” She pressed the door close.

“We’re on Alina’s clock, aren’t we? She’ll be in there another hour.”

Mandy grumbled. She pulled open her dresser drawer and produced a pair of black leggings that looked five sizes too small, and then hunted around for some pumps, which she added to the pile. Then she looked at me for a second and waited.

“What?” I asked, expecting her to leave and putting my hands up to undo the first button of my white shirt.

“Well go on; I’m going to help you. Women’s clothes can be tricky.”

My hands immediately abandoned the buttons and flew to my sides. I turned away from her and said, “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Come on, Numbers, it’s not like I haven’t seen guy in his whities before.”

I stared at the wall for a second and swallowed. My throat was getting tight; my stomach was turning to knots. “Just,” I said with a sigh, trying to calm down. “Just don’t look when I take my shirt off, okay? I don’t care about the rest.”

Mandy shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “That’s an odd request. Most guys wouldn’t care about their chests. More afraid I’m going to laugh at their little snake.”

“Yeah, well, I’m backwards, I guess.” I was biting my lip and felt the nervous laughter beginning to rise in me. “Look at me; putting on girl’s clothes,” I shrugged and shook my head. “I’m just not right. Would anyone in their right mind do this just to get into a club?”

I heard her move closer and saw her shadow from the overhead light stretch nearby. “Luca, you’re doing this for me; because I told you to. Do you need a better reason?” She didn’t give me time to answer and brought her hands around my neck.

“Hold still, and I’ll do it for you,” she said. I went still as her body pressed against mine, maybe because I was shocked, or maybe because I wanted her to try something, but whatever the reason, it felt good to have her do that for me. She easily slipped off the first button, the second, and then the third. When she got to the fourth, her hand slipped and it hit my chest on the left side.

She froze and passed her hand over the scars. “Luca, what-“

A rush of cold air hit them as the door to Mandy’s bedroom swung open and Casey stood in the threshold. “What is taking so long? Korra is freezing out here.”

Mandy spun around and I slunk a little, still facing the wall. Mandy spoke up for me, “He had a stuck button. Calm down.”

“You don’t need to babysit him! Let’s get a move on! And Mandy would you please help me with Alina. She’s doing some livestream holiday thing, and I need to use your loo.”

“Right,” she said, “Get your shirt and slacks off, Numbers.” Mandy walked out, closed the door, and I heard her shouting on the other side. “Alina! Enough bathroom mirror selfies!”

I slipped off all my clothes first and quickly threw the wool, white dress on. It was warm and comfy; it felt like Christmas, and had that coffee smell Korra always seemed to carry around with her. Too many trips to Starbucks, I thought. Then the coat, which added more color than anything, since it was thin, and the buttons had no holes to actually go into.

The leggings I’ll admit to fighting with. Jessica mentioned later they were supposed to be tight, but I thought my boys were going to choke to death. Luckily, the pumps went on easy, and thankfully didn’t have much of a heel, so it only took a few practice walks around the bedroom to get a feel for them. Easy enough; like work boots that came up high in the back. And to my credit, I only fell and looked like an idiot once.

Alina finally got out of the bathroom and had the bright idea to get one of her wigs, which she did various personalities with for youtube, and gave it to me. Once the makeup was applied to complete the illusion, I had become the brown-haired, brown-eyed Lucia. Jessica beamed, Alina snapped a photo she swore to delete later (but I really doubt she will), and Mandy gave a wolf-whistle when I debuted.

I tried to strut, and they responded with less than enthusiasm. “Noooo,” not like that. Mandy almost spit her water out in terrified laughter. “Just do like we do. You’re not a cock on the walk tonight, Miss.”

“Right, right,” I said and looked around, holding my keys and wallet in my hands. “Just one problem, girls.”

“Yeah, that voice,” Casey said. She always had to be the one with the cutting remarks. “If anyone talks to you, maybe just look away shyly?” Korra gave a half nod at that. “No one will believe that deep voice belongs to someone they want to stick their dick in.”

Jessica laughed and gently touched at the suit-jacket sleeve Korra now found herself in. “Well, maybe not at the clubs we’re going to anyway.” Korra looked down at her with a sly grin.

“Noted, but that’s not the problem. There are no pockets anywhere on this damn outfit! Where am I supposed to put my wallet and keys?”

Alina handed me a little white purse and double-tapped a palm on my chest. “It’s called a handbag. Learn to love it, because your entire world is in here. Cash, cards, keys, gum, mints, pepper spray, checkbook, cell, and everything else.”

“Okay, but couldn’t you just wear a dress or a jacket with pockets? Why don’t you do that?”

The girls just laughed as we slipped on coats and headed out for the clubs. Before Mandy had covered herself up, my eyes were drawn to the shape of her body moving with each step, those heels lifting up her butt into a perfect, round shape. It was unblemished by anything, tightly wrapped in her thin red sweater-dress like a present waiting to be unwrapped. *Oh*, I thought. *That’s why.*

Getting into the clubs wasn’t hard. The bouncers didn’t look too closely at me with Korra there in a full suit-and-tie getup. The doormen weren’t actually sure at first glance if the woman in the suit actually was a woman at all. With some coaxing by Mandy and Casey, however, doors magically opened.

We’d made it into “Rumba”, a club on the East side of Mayfair. It wasn’t the largest place, but it was first on our list, since it had live music and very soft seats we hoped to snag. Between the six of us, we could hardly afford to be standing around and still hear one another. Plus, the pumps were already starting to hurt after the walk from Mandy’s flat.

The place was lit up for Christmas with green and red moodlights thrown across a ceiling painted like a geometric, black-and-white Picasso. I wasn’t sure what shape it was supposed to make, but my eyes were quickly drawn elsewhere, to a crowd of people dancing near a stage where a combination of jazz and electric guitar combined to create a bluesy rendition of jingle bell rock. The people were shouting along with the music and soon drowned it out.

I’d been hoping for a dark corner to sit in so no one could tell I wasn’t exactly a woman. Luckily, the whole place was only as bright as neon candlelight, so I could breathe easily as we settled into a few couches. Casey was next to me, with Alina next to her. The other girls sat opposite us, with Jessica marveling at the club; a curiosity on her face as she kept peering around to look at the couples that walked past us.

“How are you feeling, Numbers?” Casey asked, placing her hand on my upper leg. After being outside, even with the leggings, I was cold, and her hand was so warm it was as if she touched my skin directly. At this distance, I could smell the cherry gloss on her lips. I had a confusing urge to cross my legs and lean into her at the same time.

“Not bad. I could really use a drink.”

As if summoned, our waitress appeared, wearing a cute vest and skirt, with fuzzy reindeer antlers on her head. “I’m Sammy, and I’ll be getting you ladies into the holiday spirit. What are you drinking?” She wrinkled her little nose and smiled with more joy than St. Nick himself.

Casey squeezed my leg when I tried to speak up and too low of a note came out. She was quick to cover and asked for “Christmas in a glass”, which turned out to be Blue Moon with a shot of Fireball and peppermint thrown in. To her credit, it did taste like Christmas. Like cinnamon and sugar and mint all duking it out to see which one would get to kick the holiday spirit into my liver first. I was all smiles after three of those. Loopy even.

At some point after that third drink, we kept having people come and go. Dance floor, loo, the bar, and so forth. I think we had meant to go to another club, as it was supposed to be a crawl after all, but Jessica and I both were spinning. The waitress was kind enough to ask if I wanted “another”, and I could just nod politely, looking very shy, which was working for most of my interactions. It turned out to be far too effective when the guys started coming over.

I was at that state where everything is a little silly, and even serious things have a ridiculous edge to them. Like, if the Queen of England were to walk in all prim and proper, but had a pink boa around her neck, I wouldn’t be able to stop giggling. So that’s what I was doing when this guy sat down next to me and offered to buy that fourth round of Christmas spirits.

He sat down on the cushion to my right; I was in the middle of the sofa by this time. Even I can acknowledge when a guy is good-looking, and he had well-groomed wavy dark hair, just a little bit of stubble on a square jaw hair, and easy brown eyes that seemed a bit golden under the moodlights. I’d say he was late twenties – maybe early thirties – wearing a warm pea coat I secretly wished he’d take off and bury me inside, because my legs were still cold. “Hi, I’m Robert,” he said.

The world spun a little less as I tried to right myself. Casey was away at the bar. Only Mandy and Korra were with me now, both of them on the opposite couch. I looked at the guy and got an unwanted thought about what it must feel like for women to kiss guys with scratchy stubble, and then remembered I couldn’t speak to ask either of them; he’d find me out immediately. I turned to Mandy with my eyes wide. Thankfully, she got the message.

“Hi, Robert,” she said. “I’m Mandy, this is Jessica, and that wholesome, shy creature you’re sitting next to is Lucia.”

“Lucia! Oh, I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, and we shook.

“Wow! That’s a grip!” He said. “You’re a rugby girl, then?” My panic was rising.

“She uh, mmm,” Mandy tried.

Jessica jumped in, “She doesn’t speak the language. Sorry; foreign exchange student from…” the pair of them looked at one another with the same question in their minds. “Italy?” Jessica half-said, half-asked.

He sat his drink down on a nearby end-table before continuing on with me. “Not a problem,” he said, and Mandy’s eyebrow jumped in wonder of what he’d say next. “Yes or no questions then. You can just nod.” He looked to Mandy and Jessica. “She understands a little but just can’t speak it, right?”

Mandy’s smile was bright and evil and all teeth as she looked at me with her answer. “Yes! Absolutely! Ask away! Lucia, dear, try your hardest to answer!”

“Ooh, but let’s make it a game! Like twenty questions!” Jessica said.

“Yes! You have twenty questions to convince her to sleep with you!” Mandy and Jessica giggled.

*Oh, you both SUCK!* Lucky that alcohol didn’t make turn me into a mean drunk, or else this would have *really* ticked me off. I swore to get them back later. To Robert, I just nodded in response, trying my best to look awfully shy about everything.

“Great!” Robert said. “First question, then. These are your girlfriends?”

I only sort of nodded; a yes-but-not-really nod and shake.

He had a deep laugh. “They seem like fun girls,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at that and Jessica snorted as she tried to hold back a riot of laughter. She drank some more of her cocktail to keep herself busy while Robert continued on.

“Let’s make it more interesting. Let’s say I do convince you to come home with me tonight. Would you take one of the girls with you? Make it a party?”

I looked at Jessica and Mandy and then back to Robert. Nodded.

“Oho! The plot thickens.”

“That’s a little greedy, don’t you think?” Mandy asked. “We could be here with our boyfriends.”

“Have to seize the day,” he paused and thought about that, “or night, I suppose. Whatever. And with only twenty questions, I can’t afford to be shy like this gorgeous woman.”

I turned away. I grit my teeth, and my face grew hot.

“Wow, she’s coy isn’t she? Alright, next question,” Robert put his arm over the sofa. It didn’t touch me, but I felt it hanging like a rope over my neck. When he re-adjusted his seat, the couch leather squeaked. “Are you cold?”

I shivered before I could nod, and he took his warm coat off, throwing it around me, which I leaned forward a bit to let him do. When I sat back, his arm had fallen across my shoulders. *This fucking guy,* I thought. In no time, I could feel my fingers beginning to warm up, but I was getting really pissed off. The coat had that smoky fireplace smell, and I wondered if he’d been sitting in front of a fire tonight.

“Would you want one of you girlfriends to come home with us tonight?”

I nodded.

“Would they make you more comfortable?”

I nodded again.

He put his hand on my upper leg and slowly tried to inch up, hidden under the darkness of the club and his large coat. My body went still, but my legs itched. “Do you think a kiss from one of them would make you less shy?”

I nodded. My hands curled into fists. My eyes closed shut as I tried to drown out the sensation of his hand running up my leg. If I were to lash out, the night would be ruined, and he might punch back. I couldn’t have it getting out that I was in drag at a club in London! I took a deep breath and held it. I squeezed my hands so hard the knuckles popped.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

*That’s it!* I thought and went to lift a fist, but I stopped mid-way.

Casey interrupted the would-be punch and shouted, “No!” Alina was in-tow, Casey’s mouth was hanging open aghast. She looked to Mandy and then to Jessica, cross as cats in water. “You cannot!”

Robert eased back. His hand disappeared. I let my breath go and felt my anger seep out with it. “Why not?” He asked, looking to me and the girls sitting on the opposite couch for answers. “This was their game, after all. I’m just playing it.”

“Yeah, I know how players play; thanks. I don’t need a lesson.”

“Well, I don’t see why I should stop. Those two,” he pointed to Mandy and Jessica, “were egging me on, and we’re having fun. She doesn’t have a boyfriend, does she?”

Alina stifled a laugh. “Nooo,” she said with some humor.

Casey sat down next to me. “Lucia.”

I turned, and her eyes closed, lips pressed to mine. She let out a little moan of encouragement, and I opened my mouth to let our tongues play. She tasted like cherries and apples. My head was swimming with the feeling of her tongue running across mine, and when she pulled back, I barely noticed enough to close my mouth again. There was just this haze of her running all throughout me, and I relaxed, my fists unfurled.

Right at that moment, Korra showed up wearing my suit and looked every bit of confusing for Robert as I must have looked to him now. “Oh,” Robert said. His gaze settled on Korra, giving her a once-over. The suit and tie getup seemed to explain something to him that had gone unsaid. “Oh, I see. Bunch of Dykes having a laugh at me. That’s not very nice.”

“Neither is calling us, Dykes,” Korra shot back.

Casey pulled up the coat off of me and pushed it back toward Robert. “Here. Take your jacket, and leave us alone.”

“Gladly,” he said, scoffing. He downed the rest of his drink and left the empty glass on the end table before storming back into the crowd. I leaned back into the sofa, happy to see Robert go, but sad to see his coat go with him. My legs were growing cold again.

Casey had taken my anger into herself. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Mandy?”

“No, what the fuck is wrong with you? We were having fun.”

“He wasn’t! Have you forgotten it’s probably his first time getting hit on by a guy?”

“Of course not! And where do you get off kissing him?”

“That’s what you’re mad about? Not that you’re taking advantage of *Lucia*?”

Mandy just sat there, tight-lipped and glaring.

“I see what this is. It’s Mandy ‘has to be first in everything, again.’ First place trophies, head girl, valedictorian, first to date someone, and now first to kiss Luca!” She slammed her new drink down on the table. Red liquid sloshed everywhere and splattered on the ground when it hit. “This is why Mark dumped your ass. You never think about anyone but yourself.”

Jessica began to protest. “That’s not-”

“You’re a selfish bitch who only thinks about herself. And you don’t need us.” She turned to Alina. “Come on, Alina. Let’s go. This is a pub crawl, not a one-stop shop because Mandy feels like it. Luca, you too.” Casey reached out to me.

Mandy’s gaze was still trying to burn a hole into Casey’s tanned forehead. Jessica looked at Korra and no one but Casey was looking at me. I couldn’t tell if Mandy was angry, hurt, or whatever else. She had told me I was going with her to the club tonight, and her words repeated again in my head. I didn’t move.

Casey pulled back her hand and huffed. “Fine! You all deserve each other.” Then she and Alina pushed their way through the crowds with many a “hey”, “watch it” fading into the din of music as they left.

Korra looked back and forth to the girls on the couch and myself. “Okay, so I missed something really awesome and really crazy.”

Jessica looked like she might cry. She came to sit next to me, and pulled me into a hug. “I’m so sorry. We were just having a bit of fun. It was scary, though, wasn’t it?”

As drunk as I was, it was already beginning to fade. What I remembered mostly was being cold and having a nice coat to cover me. Well, and that kiss. When Jessica pulled back, she had tears welling, and I gave her a smile, “Don’t worry. It was new. Plus, Casey is a great kisser.” I caught Mandy’s angry look at the mention of Casey’s name.

Jessica laughed and kissed my cheek, then grabbed Korra to sit down next to her. They locked arms and shared whispered words while Korra’s expressions wavered from shock to joy. I moved to the other couch to sit by Mandy.

“I’m so sad I missed that,” Korra said. “And sad you had to experience,” she thought for a moment, placing her hand on Jessica’s, “the latter part of it.”

“And I’m sorry for the game at all. It seemed like fun at first,” Jessica added, looking at me.

“It was at first,” I agreed. “But then he put his hand on my leg, and that…” I cracked my knuckles without finishing the thought. Our next rounds finally showed up, and I was happy to burn away the brain cells holding the memory of Robert.

“Maybe we should do something to make it up to you,” Mandy said. She was looking right at me, placing her hand on my leg, and when she went a little too high, it wasn’t high enough.

“What were you thinking?” Jessica asked, eager for another game. “Can we all play this time?”

“Yeah, I think we will. Korra, you in?”

“I missed out entirely last time. Besides, if Jess is in, so am I.”

“Let’s head back to my flat then. I know the perfect thing.” Korra and Jessica grabbed their coats and helped each other put them on, while Mandy turned back to me. Her eyes had a hunger in them she normally reserved for swim meets and football while sweating with exhaustion, down one goal. “Casey is never taking anything like that again. I want it all before she can have it.”

“All? What does that mean?” I asked.

Mandy didn’t answer. “Let’s go,” she said, and we headed back to her flat.

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