The Game Started II

The room went dead silent as Kieran and Brielle faced each other in the spotlight. Every eye locked on them. Kieran tilted his head slow, his hands sliding up Brielle's arms to rest on her shoulders. She leaned in, her red dress shimmering, and their lips met. Soft at first, just a press. Then it deepened. Their mouths opened, and faint murmurs rippled through the crowd as tongues peeked out, touching, sliding together wet and slick.

Kieran's lips closed around Brielle's tongue, sucking it gently, pulling it into his mouth. She let out a little hum, then pulled back, her turn now.

She caught his tongue between her lips, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing out. His hands drifted down her back, fingers tracing her spine through the thin fabric, until they spread wide over her ass. He gripped her cheeks firm, pulling her tight against him.

Their hips pressed together, groins locking, and they started grinding, slow, deliberate humps, like they were fucking right there with clothes on. Her dress rode up slightly, the slit flashing more of her thigh.

The crowd woke up, voices cutting through the haze.

"That's it, Kieran, get it!" a guy yelled, his tone sharp and hyped.

"Suck that tongue, Brielle!" a girl called, giggling, her voice high and teasing.

The room buzzed, everyone leaning forward on their pillows, eyes wide, feeding off the heat.

Kieran's hand slid up Brielle's side, slow and bold, until it cupped her boob through the dress. The fabric stretched tight as he squeezed, her nipple poking out against the red satin.

Just then, the timer dinged, loud and shrill. A groan rolled through the group, half disappointment, half awe. They pulled apart, breathing hard. Brielle's dress had slipped, one boob half-out, the edge of her dark nipple peeking past the slit, heavy and round against the fabric. She didn't fix it, just stood there, chest heaving, like she didn't care or didn't notice.

The room exploded, claps, whistles, hoots bouncing off the walls. "Thank you, thank you," Kieran said, grinning wide, throwing a mock bow.

Brielle dipped low beside him, and her boob flopped fully free, swaying loose as she bent.

More catcalls erupted.

"Hell yeah!"

"Look at that!"

The crowd losing it. She straightened up, smirking, still not covering up, her boob dangling out like a trophy.

"Next up, Trent and Sadie," Kieran said, leading Brielle back to their pillow beside Zesai and Amara. He plopped down, then reached over casual as anything, squeezing Brielle's bare boob right in front of them, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. She just laughed, leaning into him.

Trent and Sadie stepped into the light, wasting no time. Trent was lanky, all arms and legs in a rumpled button-up, his brown hair messy. Sadie had curly blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, her dress a tight blue number that hugged her hips. They crashed together, arms wrapping tight, mouths smashing in a sloppy, hungry kiss. Their lips smacked loud, tongues darting out fast, like they were racing to top Kieran and Brielle.

They swayed in place, hips rocking like a slow dance without steps. Trent's hands roamed, sliding down Sadie's sides, then lower, brushing her thighs through the dress.

He dropped to one knee, smooth and dramatic, like some dirty dance move, his face level with her waist. His hands ran up her legs, slow at first, then faster, bunching the blue fabric as they went. He stood back up, towering over her again, and grabbed the hem of her dress. With one quick tug, he yanked it up, high enough to flash her panties, white lace stretched tight over her hips.

The crowd gasped, then cheered. Trent's hands slid around her back, dipping under the waistband, fingers sinking into her bare ass cheeks.

He squeezed hard, pulling her closer, their mouths locking again, wet and frantic. His hands kept moving, sliding lower, pressing down like he was trying to push inside her from behind.

Sadie moaned into his mouth, loud enough to carry. Trent hooked his thumbs into her panties and shoved them down, slow at first, then all at once. The lace crumpled to her ankles, and just as he stepped back to let them fall free, the bell clanged.

The room went still for a beat, everyone holding their breath. Trent and Sadie broke apart, chests heaving, faces flushed. Trent kept her dress hiked up with one hand, showing off her pussy, dark curls of pubic hair stark against her pale skin, glistening faintly in the spotlight. Sadie stood there, legs trembling, panties pooled around her feet.

Then the crowd went wild, claps thundering, whoops and hollers shaking the air. Trent grinned, bowing deep, his shirt untucking.

Sadie bent too, her dress slipping higher, then scooped up her panties off the floor. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed them into the dark, the white lace sailing through the air.

They landed soft in Zesai's lap, draping over his knee.