Gender: Male Age: 29 Location: N/A
|Introduction: My first attempt at erotic writing (writing of any sort, actually) so please be understanding - I hated English at school, so don't expect great grammar.|
I had just turned 21 but instead of it being a happy, uplifting time, I was in a lousy state. At the time I lived away from my hometown in Victoria, having transferred with my job in a bank some twelve months previously to a large coastal city in New South Wales. With my birthday having fallen on the previous Saturday, I travelled home for the weekend to be with my family for the occasion. Unbeknowns to me, some of my friends had organized a surprise party, so I spent Saturday evening with about 25 friends and family trying to look like the happy birthday boy. It was a great gesture by the friends I had left behind when I transferred away, but due to the presence of just one particular person, I really would have rathered not be there.
The person in question was a girl and she was the reason I had requested the transfer in the first place. I had known Katie since I was 10 years old and she a year younger. I had been in love with her since my fourteenth year, though for a long time I never told her so. Through her teenage years she almost always seemed attached to one guy or another. While a couple of my closest mates were aware of my affection for her, and in spite of their encouragement to 'make a move' and ask her out, I always found an excuse in my shy, introverted world, why I shouldn't act. I was even told by people at different times that she harboured feelings for me. But in spite of this and the fact that we always seemed to have a close friendship I ended up convincing myself that she was too good for me - she really was a wonderful, outgoing, vibrant, happy girl who, at the time, I would not have been good for. When she started dating one of my best mates, I found I could no longer just sit back quietly and pretend that it had no effect on me. I put in a transfer request and was granted one within a month. Yes, you may say, I sound like a real wuss - that may be the case, but that was just how it was.
At the party, Katie and my mate (the boyfriend) sat entwined all evening. As ever, she was her usual, lovely self when I got around to talking to her - she was the sort of person who would lift your spirits just by having a conversation with you, but once I left her presence the twisting pain in the pit of my stomach hit with a vengance. I was greatly relieved when the party finally broke up. The next day I resolved to try harder to put Katie out of my mind. I realized she was not mine and never would be - I had to move on. That decided, I felt some sort of burden had been lifted from me. I knew in time I would be able to look back and smile about it all, but still now I could only look back with regret at the way I (hadn't) acted and the decisions I'd made.
So I returned to work on the following Monday not in the best frame of mind to deal with often difficult customers. Thankfully (for our customers' sakes) when morning tea rolled around, Bronwyn, one of my good mates at the bank, dragged me away from my desk and up to the lunchroom before anyone else got there. As usual, we engaged in our private joke where we would scoff all the Monte Carlos from the bickie bin and then when we heard others complaining that they were all gone we would have a quiet laugh together. Bronwyn could always make me laugh and she always seemed to know when I needed a pick-me-up. She had been transferred from Tasmania in the same month that I transferred in when her husband got a new job in the city with an law firm. As the newbies in the branch we soon gravitated to each other and became friends. It surprised me how quickly I became comfortable with this woman who was three years my senior and how quickly we found we were able to share almost anything with each other, including details of my unrequited love for Katie and her fears that her marriage wouldn't last. By the end of our morning tea break I was feeling substantially better, especially when she reminded me of a meeting we were to have after work with six other workmates - all girls - about an upcoming holiday we were taking together. The thought of this vacation was enough to banish just about any blue mood.
A few of months prior to this time I had been eating my lunch while seated at a table with a number of these girls. I was watching a movie on the TV in the lunchroom while the girls nattered away. I was paying little attention to their conversation but I did hear it start with the question being put about what they could do for a holiday. I also heard a general agreement that it would have to be a vacation without their men.
When someone put forward that wherever they went it had to have secluded or clothes optional beaches so that they could work on their all-over tans my attention was suddenly taken from the TV and to the girls. In an involuntary reaction my head suddenly swivelled toward the girls as visions of them naked, oiled and perspiring under a warm sun burst into my mind. Their reaction to my reaction was to immediately burst into a collective laughter. One of the girls, a beautiful blonde called Trudy, said, with a twinkle in her eye, "We were wondering if you were listening or not". I replied that they had my attention now but that unfortunately I wouldn't be too productive back in the office that afternoon due to the images that would be circling my head. This drew more laughter from the girls before they went back to their discussion. They agreed that they all wanted to get away from work for a couple of weeks to enjoy a lazy, uncomplicated holiday. A bit of road tripping to call into sleepy little beach-side townships, maybe visiting a pampering spa-type resort for a few days, go see some movies, eat at fine restaurants and at the end it was re-affirmed on the matter of visiting isolated beaches. Generally live it up without being too tied to a schedule.
The discussion continued and it was decided to find out straight away if there was any time coming up when all the group could get the same period of time off work. This probably wouldn't be a problem in an office as large as ours so long as we avoided the school holidays when all the staff with families had priority in those weeks. Catriona, a girl who I car-pooled with each day, volunteered herself and Trudy to work out some finer details and generally organize the schedule, such as it would be. She said that if anyone had any other ideas for the fortnight that they let herself or Trudy know. Finally she addressed each of the group in turn to affirm their committment to the idea. Each of the girls seemed very enthusiastic and all said they wouldn't miss it.
After the last of the girls was confirmed Catriona turned to me with a smile on her face and just said "Well?". I'm sure I looked at her with a confused expression. What was she wanting me to say? Maybe "It sounds great and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves - wish I could come too". But not understanding what she was asking I just sat there with my confused look. Eventually she had to make things clearer for me and said "Well - are you in too?". Still not 100% sure that she was saying what it sounded like she was saying I asked if she meant that I was invited on the vacation. She replied with with mock derision "Of course, you dick". I was still confused. I said that I thought they agreed on it being a 'no guys' vacation. I was told that if I had been paying proper attention I would have heard that it was to be a holiday without any significant others - no boyfriends or husbands allowed. I didn't fall into the category of either and hence the invite. I was still confused but under the gaze of seven sets of questioning eyes I found myself vigourously nodding and saying "Yes, yes". One of the girls piped up with "We thought you would", while another said "Never any doubt".
I don't remember anything else of what was said over the next few minutes before we all went back to work - I had a nervous shake in my hands which I had to clench to avoid it being obvious while various images flashed into my head - the girls discarding clothes as we walked down to a beach; me being asked to judge who was the best kisser and that could only be done one way; seven beautiful women arguing over whose bed I was to share for the night - yes, my head had really left the planet at that moment.
But eventually we did get up and go back to work. I don't remember if my cash drawer balanced that afternoon and nor did I care. I'd be amazed if it did. My 'attention to the job' care factor was at about 0.05%. It didn't matter - I was going on holiday with seven women!
Over the next couple of days the nervous shake finally stopped and my life returned to some semblance of normality. It was found that we could all get time off starting two weeks after my 21st birthday weekend. The vacation together was kept a relative secret at work to keep the rumour mill from going into overdrive. To that end different people in our group took an additional week before or after the all-important fortnight so that it wasn't obvious that we were going on leave together. I also overheard a discussion early on between the girls where it was agreed that my presence was to be kept from the husbands / boyfriends. This gave me a queasy stomach for a while but when I discussed it with Bronwyn she said that it wasn't really a problem if they found out as most of their guys knew me and seemed to like me - it was just done as a precaution in case someone got the idea that I was there for any reason other that as being part of a group of friends from work. At the time I didn't know what her grin and raised eyebrow were about when she said this, but I accepted her explanation.
So on the Monday arv after my birthday we met at a nearby pub to discuss the final arrangements for the holiday. Catriona and Trudy informed us that the holiday would start straight after work on the Friday afternoon. We were all to meet by 6 p.m. at Catriona's parents' home, which was apparently a fairly big, flash place that stood on a bluff overlooking a bay in one of the city's swankier areas. A somewhat formal dinner was being arranged to kick-off our holiday, so we were to arrive dressed-up as flash as we could. We were given a list of clothes and other items we would need to bring for the fortnight. They also gave us a bit of an itinerary for the fortnight and it really looked like we'd have a fun, relaxing time. I could hardly wait.
The Holiday - Day One
Soon enough though I found myself being dropped off at five to six by taxi at the front of the two-story home, where-upon I was buzzed in through a security gate. Catriona had said little of her parents in the time I'd known her but she had mentioned once that they were worth a fair bit as a result of the heavy transport business her grandfather started fifty years previously. Even just looking at their property from the outside it wasn't hard to see that they were certainly weren't short of a dollar - the place was set on a huge block with beautifully manicured lawns and gardens. The gravel driveway wound its way past a front portico to a three car garage set off to the left of the house. A set of stairs went up the side of the carport to an entertainment and barbeque area on its roof. I couldn't wait to see the view of the area from up there.
Moments after ringing the doorbell, the door was opened and I was greeted by four of my friends - Bronwyn, Lynn, Judi and Jenny. They each hugged me and kissed me on the cheek in greeting and I think I became a bit giddy with the feel of their bodies against mine and the sweet aromas of their different perfumes filling my head. They had me drop my suitcase into a room off to the right of the entrance area which I found was an impressive library. I was then led back across the entrance area into an enormous lounge area. Catriona and Trudy were just walking back into this room from the formal dining area which was just back behind it.
After receiving a similar greeting of hugs and kisses from these two girls I was given a glass of white wine and we all toasted ourselves and the holiday we were about to enjoy. Catriona told us that, unfortunately, Mary had called that day to let her know that she wouldn't be coming with us after all. None of us were very surprised by this as Mary had let us know over the last couple of weeks that her boyfriend didn't want her to go on the holiday. His attitude was that if he couldn't go, then neither should she. Although they had been together for a few years none of us really liked the guy and I had regularly heard the girls suggesting that she rid herself of his lousy attitude and behavior toward her. Mary was a lovely, quiet girl who deserved better.
After this I stood back to try to take in what I was experiencing. I glanced at each of the girls in turn as they stood around chit-chatting and realized that I was soooo out out my depth. As I was getting ready to leave my flat this evening I had glanced in the mirror and thought I looked pretty dam good, dressed in formal suit and tie. But now as I took in my company I was left with the feeling that I had no right to be there. I was in the presence of six gorgeous women. I always thought they each had varying degrees of beauty when I saw them at work, but done up in their finest they each showed they would not look out of place at a Hollywood premiere.
I guess a little description of the girls is in order.
Catriona is about five and a half feet tall with short styled light brown hair. She has only a slight flaring of her hips and has about B cup boobs on a thin frame. Her face is fairly plain but it's one rockin' body. She has always exuded a very sexy nature to me, not just because of that body but also because of her manner and language. With most girls I often find myself turned off if they have a foul mouth but it never did that to me when Catriona used crass language. For some odd reason it always seemed to heighten my attraction to her. She had had the same boyfriend for the last couple of years although that didn't stop me glancing at her long legs as she worked the pedals in her car on the way to work and nor did it stop me from daydreaming about what I'd like to do with her in my bedroom (or anywhere else she'd have me). This evening she was wearing a tight-fitting deep burgundy coloured dress which fell to just above her knees. It had slits to high on her thighs and a plunging rounded neck-line which showed the top of her breasts and a good amount of cleavage.
Catriona's best friend, Trudy, was of about the same height and of a similar slim build to her friend but with slightly smaller breasts. She also had very narrow hips with no flaring to speak of. She had a beautiful mane of long, wavy, blonde hair which she kept hanging unrestrained or in a simple pony-tail. She had flawless skin with small facial features. I was sure she was going to look stunning in a bikini (or, hopefully, less) on this holiday. For me, her only flaw had been that, until a few weeks before this event, she was a pack-a-day smoker. Fortunately, with the encouragement of her friends, from that time and until I last saw her, she had not taken up that habit again. Trudy and Catriona seemed almost inseparable, usually lunching together and often known to do things together outside work on their own or with their boyfriends. I had not met Trudy's boyfriend of around 12 months. This night she wore a cream coloured dress which hugged her body and fell to mid-calf length.
Bronwyn, as I've mentioned, was my best friend at work and always seemed to be positive and ready for a laugh. She was the heaviest of the girls, standing just an inch or so taller than Catriona but there the physical comparisions ended. She had silky black hair, cut in a short bob, and big green eyes in a pretty, smiling face which sat well on her curvy body. She had a flat stomach from regular gym work and was not overweight by any means - she just had, as they say, curves in all the right places. The twenty-four year-old had a beautiful set of DD tits which looked great in a swimsuit (as I had discovered at a party earlier in the year) and also produced a stunning cleavage, as was on show tonight, encased in her form-fitting sapphire-blue dress.
Lynn was married to a guy who was away more than he was at home because of his job and for probably that reason she often seemed a bit down about her life at home. She was the oldest of our of our group at 25 and stood out in any crowd. She appeared to be about 5'7" but the last couple of inches of that was hair. She was a lovely, friendly girl with a smallish face topped by a small ball of tight curly reddish-brown hair - an afro - something you rarely saw anymore seeing as how the 70's were but a distant memory. She was lightly freckled on her arms and upper chest. She was very slim, though beautifully proportioned. She had small breasts which would have probably been a small B cup with nipples that often seemed to be at attention in our air-conditioned office. More than once I had been caught sneaking a peek at them when I thought I was being more serreptitious. Tonight she encased her sumptious body in a high-collared Japanese-style dress, black silk with a gold pattern woven through it and slit up both thighs.
To my chagrin, early on in our friendship, Lynn had determined to give me a girl's nickname, which I won't detail here, as, in her opinion, she said they couldn't have just one guy working in the section we were both assigned to. At the time, every other staff member in that section was female. I never did like being addressed with that name, as I have no leanings whatsoever toward transvestism, but went along with it because I knew it was all just a well-meaning joke. To this day, whenever we run into each other, she will call me that name in preference to my own. Gggrrrrrr.
Jenny was the girl almost every guy in the office (and probably some girls also) had a crush on. She stands just 5'5" and is the complete package. Her short brown hair frames a gorgeous face with large brown eyes. She appears lightly tanned all over and has a knock-out figure. She is slim with with impressive D cups. As for her personality, she was one of the friendliest, most easy-going members of our staff. When I first arrived at the bank and saw her I made the incorrect assumption that being as beautiful as she is, she would probably never give me, a very average looking guy, the time of day. Nothing could be further from the truth. We were assigned to work close-by early on in my time there and she was friendly and helpful to me right from the start. She never became flustered with even the most difficult of customers. She always seemed to be in a relationship though the longest I had seen her in one was about 4 or 5 months. I heard a few of the girls talking once saying that Jenny was too nice and was too easily sucked into relationships with guys who weren't really right for her. If only I wasn't pining for someone else and if only I had even a bit of confidence around women. I'd be good to her. If only, if only. Yeah, like that could ever happen. Tonight she looked stunning as ever, and wore a collared emerald green number with a black pattern through it.
The last of the group who were gathered that night was 24 year-old Judi. She was the tallest of the girls at about 5'8", lightly tanned with shoulder-length light brown hair. She was slender with B cups on an athletic body. I often saw her going for a run after work along the beach near my flat. At work some saw her as a bit up-tight and a ladder-climber but I came to realize that she just worked harder at the job than some of the others and so, yes, she was on the move up the corporate ladder. Whenever I worked alongside her she was friendly and helpful to the customers as well as me. This evening she wore a tight, mid-calf length black dress with a silver highlight through it that slit up one side offering tantalising flashes of her stunning leg. Judi had been married when she was just twenty but apparently it didn't last two years before they agreed to divorce.
As my first glass of wine was downed some of my initial nervousness with the situation eased and I began to take part more and more in the conversation as I would normally when mixing with these girls. I was ever grateful to this group for taking me into their circle. They had made settling into a new city where I had known no-one previously so much easier on me.
As we had been chatting and snacking on finger food Catriona and Trudy had been taking turns video recording our gathering. Catriona explained that she had two video cameras with plenty of blank tapes with which to get the highlights of our holiday. We were told that if anyone saw anything they wanted to capture that we should just grab a camera and start recording. I knew there'd be lots of bits I'd want to see again!
About an hour after I arrived we were asked to move to the dining room as dinner was about to be served. I was given the seat at the head of the table and three girls sat on each side of it. The main course turned out to be one of my favourites - red-wine glazed rack of lamb with roast potatoes and pumpkin and steamed greens. After we were served our meals Bronwyn said that she wanted to make another toast. She looked toward me and said that even though it was a couple of weeks late the girls had decided that this night would be treated as my birthday. She said they had been planning on turning up at my place on my actual birthday and whisking me off for a special night until they found out I was heading home that weekend. She then wished me a "Happy Birthday" and blew me a kiss. The rest of the girls then did the same.
When the redness faded from my cheeks I thanked them all and suggested we tuck into our food before it went cold. All through dinner I couldn't help looking around and admiring the beauty before me. And not only that, they were all genuinely lovely girls who had asked me to holiday with them! I was sure I wouldn't want this fortnight to end. After a delicious dessert of chocolate souffle and fresh strawberries (another favourite of mine - someone had been doing some sneaky research) we retired to the lounge room once again.
I took off my tie and opened the neck of my shirt while the girls all took off their shoes and made themselves comfortable on the large lounge suite which formed an 'L' shape. I followed their example and removed my shoes and socks. I was given a seat in the midst of the girls as Catriona started up the wide screen TV for us to watch a new release rom-com which the girls settled on from a stack of videos she said she had for us as we chilled out for the next few days at her parent's place. She told us that her parents were out of the country, in the middle of a couple of months holiday in Europe. In order to get more comfortable and tuck their legs in up on the seat, I noticed that most of the girls un-did a number of buttons at the bottom of their dresses or for those without buttons, dresses were slid up to above their knees. As we all consumed more wine the room also seemed to get warmer and so those in dresses that buttoned up the front said they need to undo the top couple of buttons to help keep cool. I certainly had no objection though their actions did nothing for cooling me down. It seemed to have the opposite effect.
By half-way through the movie it was generally agreed that the comedy content had been seen in the ninety second preview that we had all seen before - the movie was a dud. Eventually Lynn piped up with "Catriona, haven't you got something more fitting for a 21 year old guy's birthday?". I wasn't too sure of what Lynn was trying to get at but by the look on Catriona's face she knew just what she meant. Catriona jumped up and headed down the hall to one of the bedrooms and came back with three DVDs. She stood in front of us and held them up saying "Is this more like what we need?". I was gobsmacked. She was holding up three pornos. I didn't know what to say. The others seemed to be in general agreement that this would be our viewing pleasure for the evening and left it to Catriona to pick one and put it in the player. As she was doing this, somewhat belatedly I thought, Jenny turned to me and asked (it seemed on behalf of the others) if I was alright with watching these movies. She said that "after all - you would have seen plenty of these before". I certainly couldn't deny that. As a 21 year old somewhat introverted guy without a girlfriend, watching porn was as close as I ever got to sex.
Eventually I replied, as coolly as I could muster, "Sure I've seen a few. I'm OK with it if you all are". So as the movie started I sat there frozen, not really knowing what was going on or where it might be leading. The porno started with a group girl scene at a college. There was lots of oral sex as well as where they scissored - intertwining their legs and rubbing pussies together. There were also close-ups of dildos and vibrators being used until orgasms were achieved. One of the girls even hopped into a strap-on and reamed anyone who stuck their butt in the air long enough.
As this was going on the girls on each side of me on the lounge, Judi to my right and Lynn to the left, gradually moved closed until they were both leaning into me. Eventually Judi leant her head on my shoulder and lightly placed her right hand on the middle of my right thigh. Lynn, in turn, put her head on my left shoulder and brought her left hand across to rest on my lower stomach, just above my belt. At about this time in the movie a young man entered the room and appeared as gobsmacked as I was feeling. Of course, in no time he was undressed and joined in the action. His (at least) eight inch pole was licked and sucked on by almost all the girls present (about a dozen) and then proceeded to find its way into various other body cavities. Of course between the movie, the presence of six gorgeous girls and the warmth of the two hands on my body I found I had become very uncomfortable, especially in the groin region. I needed to get up and move things around. Just after the guy on the screen had sprayed impressively over the breasts of four of the girls I excused myself and headed for the nearest bathroom. As I rose I realized my aroused state would be obvious but there was nothing I could do about it that wouldn't make the situation even more embarrassing. As I walked out of the lounge room and entered the hallway I was sure I heard muffled laughter behind me.
As I was standing at the sink after relieving my bladder and staring blankly into the mirror, Bronwyn called down the hallway "OK if we get a bit more comfortable?". What the hell did that mean? After a moment's contemplation I called back "Yeah, fine". What I was saying "Yeah, fine" to I didn't have a clue. After a minute more of staring at myself in the mirror, I splashed some water on my face and headed back to the lounge room. As I rounded the corner into the room, I came to a dead stop and gave my best impression of a deer caught in headlights. Jenny and Lynn were returning to the lounge from the direction of the dining room to take their seat with the others. All the girls were now dressed only in their underwear. Silk and lace only as far as the eye could see. I suddenly felt the need to quickly sit down as I think I was in danger of falling down. All the girls seemed to be once again concentrating on the action on the screen as I passed in front of them to take my place on the lounge. Without looking my way Bronwyn said the wine and the movie had made them feel too warm so they decided to lose some clothes. She said, quite matter of factly, that none of them thought I would object. She probably had a point there.
After a minute or so where I pretended to watch the TV while trying to sneak glances at my companions without moving my head Lynn whispered in my ear that the girls wouldn't mind if I wanted to get more comfortable also. I just continued to sit there as stiff as a board - and it wasn't just my back that was stiff! After another minute, Jenny, who was on my far right said in an almost exasperated tone "Come on Dan - if we're like this, you might as well be too". While I looked over towards her, perplexed and breathing deeply, Judi and Lynn gently worked together to first loosen my belt and then undo the button and pull the zip down on my fly. As I stared down at their hands while they carried out these tasks I felt like I was having an out-of-body experence - this couldn't be happening to me. After they finished these actions and I continued to sit there dumbly it needed a prodding from Lynn to lift my butt off the seat so they could slide my pants down and off.
When I resumed sitting Judi from the top of my shirt and Lynn from the bottom started undoing the buttons. Once all were released I was eased forward so that my shirt could be slid down my arms and off. As I settled back into the chair Trudy said "There - now you can relax like the rest of us". Funny, I didn't feel like I was relaxing. While I wasn't ashamed to show my body - I was fit, trim and lightly muscled from running around soccer fields all my life - there was one part of my body that I had never revealed to a woman before and it was trying its best to make an appearance. My cock was ramrod stiff and trying to burst through the material of my boxer shorts. I sat up as straight as possible so that the little fellow ended up pointing almost parallel with the seat. If I had been slouching on the seat he would have been tenting my pants straight up in the air.
So in that state we all continued watching the movie. I must say, as far as pornos go, it was one of the better ones I'd seen. As far as I could tell, all natural tits (I dislike the fake ones) and the women starring in it actually seemed to be enjoying themselves (or maybe they were just better actors than I was used to in these films). The girls with me commented that they believed most of the female orgasms were real - not something I could really judge myself at that time. As the action went on the girls with me made regular comments on what was happening on the screen. They "Ooh'd" and "Aah'd" and softly moaned when different scenes deserved it. Also the hands belonging to my near neighbours had once again found their way to my body and while one moved up and down my torso the other moved along the top and inside of my thigh.
At this time I also became aware of movement from the other girls in the room. Eventually I glanced to my right to see Bronwyn and Jenny with their hands on the outside of their panties laungidly rubbing over their crotches. As I gaped at what I was seeing Bronwyn lifted her panties away at the top and slid her hand down inside to resume her rubbing with a more intimate touch. After half a minute or so, Jennifer followed suit and slid her hand down the front of her intimates. Both of the girls then started rubbing and tweaking their nipples with their free hands through their bras. I found I was having difficulty breathing.
I watched these two for another minute or so until a long moan from the other direction caused my head to swivel to the left. My eyes fell upon Catriona and Trudy not pleasuring themselves but each other. Trudy, who was furtherest from me, had turned on the seat so her right leg was tucked up under herself with her left leg reaching the floor. She was leaning forward across to Catriona, who sat on the edge of the seat and turned only slightly toward her friend. They were engaging in a passionate, almost violent, kiss. Trudy's left hand was down the front of Catriona's knickers and from the movement of the material, she appeared to be plunging at least two fingers in and out of her friend. Catriona meanwhile had reached over with both hands, one to pull aside the gusset of Trudy's panties while the fingers of her other hand moved rapidly up and down her crease.
My attention to what was going on around me caused me to forget the dilema concerning my arousal and I had begun to slide down in the seat. At some point my engorged cock had made its escape and was now standing proudly through the fly in my boxer shorts for all to see. I was not aware of this until Judi moaned "Oh, that's beautiful" and reached out with her right hand to grasp it in the middle. As I watched, Lynn then reached down through the fly in my shorts to cup my balls. Lynn then reached over with her free hand and took a clear drop of pre-cum off my cock-head and proceeded to lick it from her finger. Thankfully, aside from that action, neither of the girls moved their hands once they reached my genitals. At this point I think any movement by them would have led to one hell of an explosion. When I looked up again I found that all the movement of the other girls had stopped and they were all looking at me.
Bronwyn said "You do know what this is don't you, Danny?". I barely moved in shaking my head to indicate that I didn't. She responded "This is your birthday present, silly. We want to give you a night and a holiday you'll remember for the rest of your life." I could think of no response but "Why me?". Jennifer spoke up at this point and said "Oh, lots of reasons. Because we love you. Because you're a great, fun guy to be around, you don't try to hit on us like most of the other guys at work and we trust you to enjoy this with us. No-one else needs to know. Also," she went on in almost a whisper, "we are right in believing you've not been with a woman before?" Once again I silently nodded. Jennifer went on "Then we all think it's time that changed, if that's OK with you?"
The penny had finally dropped. This whole thing had been a set-up. The dinner, the videos, the way the whole evening had progressed was all pre-planned. And now Jenn was asking me if I wanted to lose my virginity to one of these gorgeous women. There was only one answer to that question and I realized a simple nod or even a "Yes" would not suffice. I looked around to all the girls before saying "You are the most wonderful friends. I can't believe you'd do this for me. Thank you, thank you." At this point Catriona chimed in with "Fuck, it's not like we're not going to enjoy ourselves also." To which Trudy followed "Well then let's really get this party going."
to be continued
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