After the Return Match
by Aristocatch

You may recall that, once again, we had lost the challenge and that, this time, the forfeit was to buy the alcohol!

Chloe announced that we couldn't consume alcohol in the room with the tatami, but that there was a room adjoining to which alcohol could be brought, should any of the players wish to go straight there before showering. The majority of the girls accepted this offer and, while one person acted as lookout we collected up our clothes as best we could and headed across the corridor into this room. The alcohol was in fact already there – bottles of beer, wine and even spirits. After the hockey, the fight and then the challenge we were all hot, sweaty, dripping lubricant and very thirsty.

The challenge had created some bad blood and a couple of the girls refused to join us, but it's amazing how quickly an alcoholic beverage can change opinions. One of our team had a rapidly closing eye and two of Chloe's team had bled from the nose. All three were soon chatting as if nothing had happened.

Wrestling, in most cases naked, had sexually excited the majority of the girls, which the punch-up at the end had not really changed. With alcohol warming the blood the conversations flowed freely and often about sex. Most inhibitions had been removed and what little were left were alcoholically diluted, besides which we were mostly naked. Bodies were compared, wounds inspected and tended, sexual jokes flew about and several men known to different people had their macho prowess considerably deflated!

Comparing bodies led to discussion about breasts, and their size, and then about how incompetent most men were in producing the best sensations, coupled with whether nipple size affected sensations. If men were poor at stroking breasts they were deemed even more useless when using their mouths. Gradually these various themes gelled and an idea was proposed whereby the relative length of each nipple be compared, but after oral stimulation to be provided in pairs, one from each team.

Licking another girl's chest didn't seem such a bad idea, especially after a certain quantity of alcohol, and no shortage of volunteers were forthcoming. I found myself with a dark-haired partner whose chest was smaller than mine though, as we had all agreed, breast and nipple size were not related. She gave her attention to my left nipple, sucking and teasing it with her tongue – producing quite pleasant sensations, and gradually drawing the nipple forth. I then did what I could to her left nipple, before she repeated her efforts, this time on my right nipple. Clearly the continued action added an extra input, as my left nipple hardened and lengthened even as she was administering to my right one! I elevated her right nipple and then we quickly added extra touches to both.

I was surprised at how long all our nipples were compared to when we had started, but they were dwarfed by three of the other girls who were proudly showing a most impressive length!

At some stage someone mentioned 'trib', which had to be explained to a good number of those present. No-one admitted to having tried it, even if a small handful were able to provide explicit details. Buoyed by a good-sized glass of Bacardi one of Chloe's team offered to try it out with anyone who so wished. There were no immediate takers, but this did spur on the conversation around the subject. Half a dozen girls admitted that they were intrigued as to what it would feel like – though none of them were prepared to accept a full trib match.

After several more ribald comments a 'solution' was found. Each player who so wanted would rub their sexes with a member of the opposition for a couple of minutes, and then swap to another player. This idea produced six from each side, ready to 'give it a go', me being among them. The six lined up facing each other and slid forward tentatively bringing their sexes into contact. Straight away it was apparent that not everyone was ready. Chloe who despite declining to take part was already showing signs of alcohol consumption proposed that each in turn pour some of her drink between the legs of the other, and then obviously drink it up. This produced even more volunteers – most of whom had never before been sexually active with a member of the same sex.

Wine, beer, bacardi flowed and was greedily lapped up, dumbing the spirits of those drinking and awakening the sexual desires of the recipients whose sex lips rapidly opened to reveal their secrets in the face of probing tongues and sucking lips. Now everyone was ready, including two who had initially refused. I found myself facing a tall blond with straggly matted hair (much like my own no doubt). Hesitantly at first we advanced our bodies and with a little help needed from our fingers we brought our sexes into contact. Holding each other's hands we rocked back and forth gently rubbing against the other, eliciting strange sensations.

One of the girls who had refused to take part was acting as time-keeper and after the appointed two minutes she called out to change. Next up was Maggie and then their goalkeeper. By now I was beginning to get the hang of it. The fourth girl, the most rounded of their players, took the initiative, encouraging me to expose my clitoris and bring it into contact with hers. She took the top position and created sensations that I can truly say I had never felt before. I tried to do the same with the last two girls, though without as much success – which is not to say that I did not enjoy the most agreeable sensations.

After this wantonly lascivious display, it could hardly be imagined that we would all pack up and go home. If couples were not forming to naturally pursue matters, various thoughts and ideas flew around. The chosen one was a daisy chain – alternating girls from each team. Even the worst of enemies were now great friends and we all lined up, lay down and began licking the girl in front. As the time-keeper called to change each girl from our opponents moved up a place and the licking started anew. I should emphasise that this was just gentle, curious, experimental licking. No-one I saw was intentionally trying to force an orgasm; merely learning about women's bodies and how they react, or maybe I was just being naïve! At any rate I began to increasingly enjoy the sensations between my legs and to find pleasure in the thought of the sensations I was giving someone.

I soon found that I was being naïve. After this latest stimulation of the senses, several girls announced in differing graphic manners that they would not be adverse to more prolonged and objective sexual activity. As some were from each team a solution was quickly found and they found different parts of the room there to assuage their sexual thirst.

I was certainly feeling sexy – and had I had a boyfriend to go home to I know what I would have craved. But I didn't. Even so I wasn't sure that I was ready for 'lesbian' love, despite all that had just transpired. Maggie cured the problem by suggesting that we carry on from where we had left off (I presumed that she was referring to when we had fingers inside each other). Her idea was simple, to get back into the same position and basically to finger fuck each other. It's strange, but making it a bit like a competition was the solution I needed in order to accept that another woman might intentionally give me an orgasm.

On our knees we opened up our legs, eschewing the kisses and caresses which seemed to be preferred elsewhere in the room. We both inserted a finger into the other and began moving it in and out. There was clearly an unwritten rule which said we had to maintain the position, but nothing else was predetermined. The start being banal, the rest was not going to radically change, though as our basic instincts came into play and the feeling of approaching orgasm built up, we became more ambitious with our fingers and even used our mouths on the other's breasts. When the orgasm did come it was long and intense, and what was even better was that Maggie came to orgasm before I did – which peeved her greatly as, in her own words, she hadn't even managed to beat me at that!

The return journey in the mini bus was somewhat horrendous. We had to stop twice for girls to be sick and, even though most of us managed to get to the showers before we left the bus reeked of alcohol, sweat and sexual arousal. I suppose the perfect end would be to say that, as a result of this day, I became a hard and fast lesbian but, sorry, it isn't the case.