Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

What's Your Fantasy	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Friday the 13th: The Series. I make no fundage from this, Bro Namath.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Even though Quiara has more than enough room in her ample estate, we still do everything the same like we were kids, dumping our things in Quiara’s suite and dubbing it as base camp. Her den is already laid out with pillows and sleeping bags, along with a plethora of every kind of junk food you could think of. Some things have been altered over the years. Starting from our mid-teens, we began by kicking things off donning our swimsuits and lounging in the hot tub by the pool. By my senior year of high school, marijuana entered the picture and that’s been the confirmed ritual ever since. Along with frozen mixed rum drinks, of course. Woof. It’s been a while. This is all de rigueur for Quiara. She loves these birthday weekends in particular because it’s like a break from her typical partying lifestyle. But I’m not used to this anymore. Cursed object hunting requires all of your faculties, and I don’t indulge at all on my own, so it’s been since the last time Quiara’s birthday rolled around. I learned a long time ago to just lean in to these weekends, though, otherwise Evie and Quiara will tease me incessantly about being a goody-two-shoes wet blanket. So while I’m getting lightheaded and dizzy in the warm rushing water, my two sisters are taking to the substance use like ducks to water. Evie reaches behind her to the catered spread of finger foods and giant container of slushy red rum, pours herself more into her tumbler and snags a cucumber round, popping it into her mouth before topping off mine and Quiara’s glasses.
“Ugh, I’m an ancient ass bitch, now, my sissies.” Quiara moans, “Nothing to look forward to now but death.”
Been there. Done that. Don’t recommend it. I don’t say this to them, though.
“Well, if you’re ancient, Kiki, then I’m older than dirt.” Evie counters, selecting a shrimp puff and popping it in her mouth, “God, I feel like it too. Fuck you, Benjamin, making me into your comfortable old shoe. I’m worth more than that, dammit.”
“Yes, you are.” I agree, clinking glasses with her.
“Fucking A right, you are. Ben can take a flying fuck.” Quiara chimes.
“Oh, I’m going to make him pay. I want him to feel actual pain. This betrayal is just jarring me. I’ve never felt this low before, and I fucking hate it.” Evie continues, her features darkening as she downs a little more of her drink, “But enough about my depressing b.s., what about you, Kiki? Any new fish on the line?”
“Always, my sister. My current favorite is Gianni, the son of an Italian shipping magnate. He’s a dark, swarthy Adonis with a hurricane tongue. He actually gets two dates a week, it’s that serious.”
“Jesus, he broke your streak.” I laugh, “That’s practically unheard of.”
“I’m taming in my age.” Quiara smiles, stretching, “So tell me about Ryan, Micki. He’s got to be good with that glow.”
“I have to admit that I’m also crazy curious as to how it all came about, Baby sissy.” Evie says, popping a cracker topped with brie in my mouth with an interested grin.
I hold up a finger, chewing and swallowing as fast as I can. I can’t tell them the details about how I died and was brought back, but I can share enough that they’ll not give me shit for holding out on them. “I had a nightmare and he came into my room to comfort me. Then one thing led to another and…oh my, did it ever. He’s a superman in bed. And a goddamn pussy magician. The first time he went down, I was seeing Birth of Man. He’s incredible.” I can’t help but gush to Quiara and Evie’s delighted laughter.
“Yes!” Quiara laughs, “Now *this* is good dish. Pussy magician, huh?”
“The Merlin of head.” I sigh, smiling a little giddily. God fucking damn, I miss him. And it hasn’t even been a whole day yet, either.
“But he’s so cute and innocent looking.” Evie smirks, almost disbelievingly, “I figured he’d be all sweet and gentle.”
“Ryan is all of the very good things.” I beam, “I wish I could clone him to show you exactly what I mean, but I don’t have access to that. And I’m allowing myself to be selfish with him.”
“Well, I’m glad that you’re finally finding happiness, firmly planted in the middle class now that you are.” Evie tells me, accepting the joint that Quiara just lit and passed to her, “I’d rather have the middle class and a pussy magician than Ben’s stupid cheating barely legal chasing ass. Any day of the week.”
Already? God, it feels like we just finished the last joint. I can’t say anything out loud, though. I’d never hear the end of it.
We eventually exit the hot tub after a good long soak and chat, showering off in the pool house before moving the party back into the main estate. Stoned and drunk, we change into our slumber party attire; satin pajama short sets that Quiara provides for each weekend. “I get a kick out of the triplet vibe.” She had told me and Evie a long time ago when this aspect of the tradition started. Just lean in to it, Micki. I have to admit that I’m having fun. I missed my sisters. No matter what the style of p.j.s over the years, it’s always been color coded. I’m green, Quiara’s blue, and Evie’s pink. Always. Another part of the tradition. We’ve moved into the den to lounge on our sleeping bags and watch rented movies on the VCR. We’re centered around a giant bowl of popcorn with refreshed tumblers full of frozen rummy goodness.
I’ve got one hell of a buzz right now.
“Do you guys want to sort of but not really watch The Accidental Tourist? Or we could get super adolescent and go with Pretty in Pink.” Quiara suggests.
“I’m easy.” Evie comments, lounging and sipping her drink.
“It’ll be written on your tombstone.” I kid her. She smacks me in the knee in response, “Let’s go whole hog, Quiara. Pretty in Pink, for sure.”
“Liking the way you think, Micki my sweet. The middle class is having a positive effect on you, dumpling. So much better than last year when you were all mopey about Lloyd’s dumb ass.” Quiara tells me as she selects through the rented VHS tapes and pops Pretty in Pink into the VCR. Her entertainment center is enormous, but everything about Quiara is larger than life, so it’s to be expected. She switches on her big screen TV as her Major Domo Andre walks into the room. Andre’s been with Quiara since college; a fabulous gay man that has a casual relationship with his employer and never fails to tell her like it is. She adores him. “What’s up, Babycakes?” she asks Andre, who stands with a hand on his hip, observing us with an amused expression.
“There’s a Ryan Dallion on the phone for Miss Micki Thang. Speaking of, Bitch, aren’t you all glowy?” Andre compliments and informs me.
“Pussy magician!” Quiara and Evie exclaim in gleeful laughter.
“Ooh, new boyfriend?” Andre teases, “Get it, girl.”
I manage to get up without falling down, “Thanks Andre. I’ll take it in the alcove.” I make my way across the large den to the private telephone enclosure on the other side, closing off the teasing kissy noises and jibes from my tipsy sisters. Woo, Jesus, I’m high. And incredibly buzzed from the rum. I pick up the receiver, “You rang?” I say as low as I can, giggling.
“Just making sure you got there okay.” Ryan’s voice sends little bubbles of excitement through me, “Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I am. I really wish you were here. I’m already missing you to death, but the girl time is nice.” I admit.
“I’m happy to hear you’re having fun. The Goods Lair is incredibly lonely without you, though. And I’m already jonesing and it hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.” He informs me.
“Aww, how will you ever survive?” I giggle into the phone.
“I’ll just have to cope with my fantasies like I did before we got together. It’ll be just like old times.” Ryan gives a resigned sigh.
I am very amused right now, “You fantasized about me, Ryan?” I chuckle.
“Are you kidding?” he scoffs, “Yes, Micki, I have. Almost daily. I am a guy, after all. And you are very imagination inspiring.”
Jee-ez. That just aroused me to no end. It’s killing me that we’re so far apart right now, “Do you have a favorite? Fantasy, I mean.” I clarify, rubbing my thighs together.
“Tough question. There’s so many, but, oh yeah. Yeah, this is definitely *one* of my favorites. Do you remember when you first told me about Quiara?”
“Way back then?” I laugh, feeling sparks all over at the intimate quality to his voice.
“Way back then.” He confirms, “You said that you had met at camp, but also went to a private catholic school together in Junior High.”
“I remember.”
“Do you recall what I was doing at the time?” He asks me.
“You were on your cot. I think you had your headphones on.”
“Good memory. While you were telling me this, Billy Idol started playing Rebel Yell in my ears and the next thing I knew, I was seeing you in front of me in pigtails and a catholic school girl uniform doing an incredibly hot striptease.”
“Pigtails?” I snort.
“Hey, don’t laugh. There’s something exceptionally sexy about a grown woman in pigtails. What about you? Any naughty daydreams you want to share?”
“Well, *you* are always inspiring when you wear your glasses.” I tell him, “I don’t have anything as vivid as yours in my arsenal, most likely, but I did get a flash of you dominating me in your specs the first time I saw you in them.”
“Dominating you?” His voice is lower and wraps around me like silk. Fuck. I’m so turned on right now.
“Mm-hmm. I like it when you tell me what to do.” I purr, taking another sip of my half melted slushy rum concoction. “I’m not talking extreme, like excess pain and full S&M, but it makes me really hot when you take charge.”
“God-fucking-damn, it’s just slaying me that you’re not here right now. I would kill to taste you.”
I moan in agreement, “Hmmm, your head between my thighs sounds like the ultimate in perfection. I hate that you’re so far away. Especially with me here all loaded and horny. You could take the most wonderful advantage if you were here with me.”
“Too bad boys aren’t allowed.” He teases me, “Because the things I would do to you are numerous, extensive, and unfortunately I am unable to vocalize exactly what I’m talking about at the moment.”
“Jack just walk into the room?” I giggle.
“Bingo. You’re good, Lady Foster.” I can hear him smile on the other end of the line.
“I’ll be more than good when I get home.” I say seductively.
He laughs, “I’m counting the minutes. So guess what I just found out?”
“Why do I have to guess? Why not just tell me?” I rib him.
“Jack’s making a trip to Mexico. Something about tracking down Nazi memorabilia. He’s leaving shortly after you come home.” Ryan discloses with a giddy tone.
“We’ll be all by our lonesome?” I exude happily, already getting excited by what this means.
“Yes ma’am. You’re going to be in so much trouble.” Fuck me. He’s got me practically scaling the walls right now.
“Are we talking about combined fantasy fulfillment, here?” I release another purr and take a sip of my drink.
“I’m definitely game if you are.” He responds in that sexy, intimate voice again.
“I’m counting the minutes.” I repeat his statement from earlier huskily. My Jesus, I wish I could just pole-vault onto him right now and fuck him blind. The anticipation is thrilling me, admittedly. “You’re making my skin tingle, just so you know, Mr. Dallion.”
“You *always* do that to me, Micki.” Ryan croons, then gets distracted by something Jack is saying in the background, “Yeah, I’ll be right there. God, I hate to cut this short, but Jack is summoning me.”
“Understood. Go do your duty, Ryan. Tell Jack I said hi.”
“I miss you, woman. Here’s to when we get to lay eyes on each other again.”
“I miss you too, and love you to death. I can’t wait to come home.” I whine.
“Goodbye, beautiful. Love you.”
“Bye Ryan.”
I’m already bereft at the loss of his voice when the line disconnects. And my whole body is just humming. Mmm, alone time and fantasy fulfillment. I can’t fucking wait.
Just one little problem…I’m not entirely sure I could really do a good striptease. It’s not like I’ve been exposed to the act beyond glimpses in the occasional movie. I want to make it good, but am not entirely sure how I should move.
I’m still pondering my issue with an aroused smirk when I exit the phone alcove and rejoin Evie and Quiara in the den. They’ve shut off Pretty in Pink and are now reciting the opening to Janet Jackson’s What Have You Done for Me, Lately, currently blasting from her stereo.
“…he does a lot of nice things for me.” (Evie)
“I know he *used* to do nice stuff for you, but what has he done for you late-ly?” (Quiara)
They burst into giggles as the song starts, beginning their dance as they notice me and halting their movements temporarily, “Damn girl. He hasn’t even touched you and you’re like a fucking glow worm.” Quiara laughs as her and Evie start moving again.
“That must have been some conversation, Micki. Your cheeks are red.” Evie teases me.
“So are you going to spill or are we going to have to tickle fight it out of you?” Quiara pokes me.
Andre emerges from the adjoining room, “I heard everything, Dirty Miss. The boy sounds cute. I’m jealous.”
“Thank you, Dre! You’re forever my savior. Better than trying to haul it out of Pollyanna here.” Quiara praises Andre as I turn crimson.
I should have known Andre would eavesdrop. He’s notorious for that sort of thing. Shit.
“What I heard didn’t sound very Pollyanna. We’re talking fantasy here, girlies. He alluded to a pigtailed, schoolgirl striptease to Rebel Yell while our little Disney princess here wants to be dominated by her new wonder boy.” Andre reveals coolly.
“Andre!” I squeal, dropping to the floor and burying my face in a pillow while Evie and Quiara just howl.
He continues, “And apparently, their roomie Jack is going to take a powder for a bit to Ol’ Mexico, so they’re going to have the alone time needed for, what was it, Ariel? Fantasy fulfillment, that’s the term, isn’t it, sweets?”
I moan, “Andre, you’re just the worst.”
He smirks down at me, “Scratch that and reverse it, Princess. You know I’m the best.”
“I second that.” Evie laughs.
“Thirded.” Quiara chimes, “What’s the big D, anyway, sister? Sounds like an easy enough fantasy to fulfill. A little striptease? I could do that standing on my head. You’re lucky it wasn’t something crazy off-the-wall, anyway, because I’ve seen some shit, girlfriend.”
“Easy for you. Not for me.” I breathe out.
“What do you mean? You know how to dance, Micki.” Evie rolls her eyes at me.
“Not like that.” I say, looking around in my embarrassment. If I could sink into the floor, I would.
“Stripping’s a breeze.” Andre tells me, “You just move like you’re fucking. Slowly.”
“But where am I going to get a schoolgirl uniform?” I ask, “I got rid of mine long ago.”
“Easy enough to remedy. I still have mine. It’s yours.” Quiara soothes me, “And it still fits me too, so it’ll definitely fit you.”
“Why do you still have your old uniform?” I laugh.
“It’s come in handy over the years. Your boy toy isn’t the only man with that fantasy, you know.” Quiara pulls me to my feet, “Let’s see how you move. I’ll even dial up the Billy Idol.”
Evie’s already selected it from the wall of cassettes and pops it into the tape deck on the stereo. “On top of it, Kiki.”
The song starts and Quiara nods with a goofy grin, “Nice choice, Ryan. Get moving, Micki.”
She, Andre, and Evie look at me keenly and I couldn’t feel more on the spot right now. “I’d feel better if you guys danced with me. Maybe show me how it’s done.”
They all begin rolling their bodies with the beat, but a touch slower, “Ask and ye shall receive, Princess.” Andre smiles, undulating his torso.
I attempt to copy their movements, but I still feel like I’m under a magnifying glass being studied right now. I suppose that’s probably what stripping feels like normally. “How’s this?”
“Put your hips into it more, use your knees, and go *slower*” Quiara instructs me.
“Watch me, sissy.” Evie gets my attention, her shoulders moving her entire body in a rolling sway as she bends her knees and dips low to the ground, then slowly continues the same movement on the way back up, her hands sliding teasingly up her sides.
“Get. It. Princess.” Andre compliments Evie, “Take notes from your older sister, Ariel.”
Quiara raises her arms over her head, rolling her torso as her hands come down to caress between the valley of her breasts and down her stomach, then framing her hips as they do a slow circle, using her knees to dip low like Evie just did.
“Get it, Kiki. Work!” Andre cheers.
I try to mimic what they’re doing, but I still feel really self-conscious.
“Dirty Miss, watch me.” Andre instructs, bending over facing away from me and running both hands on his right leg on the way back up as he looks at me over his shoulder, then does a sexy hip roll when he’s back to standing. “An infant could do that one. A starter move for you, my love.”
“Like this?” I repeat Andre’s movements with success and he cheers me.
“Yes, baby, yes!” Andre fives me, “Your sexy voiced wonder boy is going to be thrilled.”
The song ends and Quiara clears her throat, “Time to get dressed, bitches. We’re taking a field trip. And Dre, you’re totally coming with.”
“Always at your service, Queenie. I’ll ready the horses.” Andre replies, breezing out the door.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“You’ll see.” Quiara smirks.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

What's Your Fantasy