To which they all looked to me.
“Right, the vibrator,” I continued. “Instead of kissing whoever you land on for the five, ten or whatever seconds, any one of us can pick up the vibrator, turn it on and touch the person they land on with it for the same amount of time.”
Sharon held up her hand as if back in school.
“Touch them where?” she wanted to know.
I gave her a knowing little look.
“In any spot they choose,” I said. “It's up to the person spinning.”
That gave them something to think about for several silent moments. And then John asked, “Does it have to be out here? The kissing, even? What if we want it to be more…private?”
And he gave me a glance towards the hall closet. And then he looked to Sharon, beside him, who immediately looked away. And seemed to actually be blushing.
“Good question,” I nodded. “Anyone spinning can take the person you land on into the hall coat closet. But if you do, instead of a quick kiss, five seconds, ten seconds or more, it becomes a full minute, two minutes, three minutes and so on, with all of us listening at the door.”
“Is it just for kissing?” Alan wanted to know. “Or the vibrator thing, too?”
“Another good question,” I said. “No, in the coat closet, you can do anything you want for the full time, as long as the other person goes along with it. And we'll still all be listening at the door.”
Again, this new information had them all considering the possibilities, but little 9-year-old Patricia was the first one to speak.
“That should be fun,” she said. “ Really fun.”
I held up the kitchen timer.
“And we'll use this to time it in the closet,” I told them. “So no one cheats. Okay, who wants to go first…?”
The spin-the-vibrator game went pretty much as expected.
Tony spun first and landed on his own sister, Sharon. The skinny brunette girl rolled her eyes, but leaned forward into the circle and let her younger brother give her a quick kiss on the mouth.
“Now it's your turn to spin,” I told the girl, who nodded.
Sharon reached out and spun the vibrator, clearly hoping it'd point to John, but instead it landed on me. She shook her head with an annoyed look, but asked, “Do I spin again, or do you?”
“You do,” I told her. “Until it lands on a boy.”
She nodded and spun again and it pointed to Alan, John's 9-year-old brother. So she sighed with disappointment but nodded.
“Way to go, Alan,” John laughed to the boy. “You've got two gorgeous girls kissing you.”
Alan leaned forward and Sharon and I kissed each side of his mouth at the same time, our lips touching and our faces warmly pressed together for a quick moment. The boy laughed at the sensation, then next spun the vibrator, landing on me.
“I'm getting real popular here,” I smiled.
Alan and I kissed, our mouths pressed together in the circle, while the kids all counted to five using the one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand method. When I pulled my lips away from his, and glanced down, it was obvious he had an erection straining to stand up in his white underpants.
“He's got a boner!” Patricia laughed suddenly, pointing. “Look at his thing!”
“You're just jealous,” the boy said to his sister. “Anyway, it's Laura Ann's turn to spin.”
I could tell Sharon was both embarrassed and yet a little excited about the direction of the game, her eyes cast demurely downward instead of taking in Alan's very stiff and apparent boner in his underwear.
“Just relax,” I told Patricia, who smiled to me. “You'll get kissed plenty before we're through here.”
“Just spin it,” Sharon cut in, with a subtle glance towards John. She was clearly anxious to get another chance at him. “Come on.”
So I spun the vibrator and landed on Patricia, who shrugged and laughed. I spun again and landed on Tony, the little 8-year-old instantly delighted. He smiled widely to both of us, maybe not believing his good fortune.
“I choose the hall closet,” I announced. “For Patricia and I to kiss Tony.”
And his eyes lit up at that.
I handed the kitchen timer to John, then said, “It's for a minute, as soon as we close the door. And all of you can listen.”
“Okay,” he said.
So we all traipsed over to the hall coat closet and I led both Patricia and Tony into it, where the night-light was still on. John turned the kitchen timer to one minute and I pulled the door closed, well aware they were all listening to us.
Little Tony was kneeling on the carpet, his expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but Patricia scooted right up next to him, on her bare knees as well. She took his face in her small hands and kissed him on the mouth, keeping her lips pressed to his for several long moments.