I blink as another girl who looks identical to Vanessa wraps herself around my other arm like a python. If the way she’s staring is any indication, she’s hungry and wants to devour me whole. The second chick presses her breasts against my bare arm. I shift at the feel of her stiff nipples poking me through her shirt.
Even though I’ve done nothing to invite their behavior, this whole situation feels wrong. The only nips I’m interested in, belong to someone else.
“So awesome,” she purrs and flutters her lashes.
I’m not going to lie, these girls are gorgeous. They look like blowup dolls with blond hair and pouty lips. Their breasts are so big and firm, they could smother a man within minutes. I hate to admit it, but before Daisy, I would have slipped an arm around each of them and we would have found somewhere private to enjoy ourselves for a couple of hours.
The boner I’ve been sporting just thinking about my girl shrivels as they stroke me in tandem.
Vanessa leans closer. It’s a little disconcerting the way her lips glisten with sparkly pink gloss.
“So,” she flicks a conspiratorial look at Cassy. “We were hoping to congratulate you privately for doing so?—”
“Awesome?” I wince as the word slips from my mouth.
Yeah, go on and say it…I’m a dick.
Guess what?
I don’t give a shit. My sarcasm goes right over her head.
Instead of being offended, her smile widens as she presses her tits against me. I’m hemmed in on both sides by boobs. It’s not the first time this has happened, but it’s the first time I’m searching for an escape route.
“Absolutely! You’re always awesome on the field.” Vanessa gives me a sly look. “But I hear that you’re even more awesome in bed and we want to find out for ourselves.”
They continue to pet the hell out of my chest. And that needs to stop.
It’s gently that I pull their clinging hands from me. Neither of them look to weigh more than a buck twenty soaking wet, but I’ll tell you what, they’re stronger than they appear. It takes effort to pry them away.
“As much fun as that sounds,” I say with a grunt, holding their hands away from me. “I’m afraid that I have another commitment for the evening.”
Vanessa thrusts her bottom lip out. “Someone else got to you first?”
“We’d be happy to join you,” her friend chirps. “The more, the merrier, right?”
They press against me as if all that soft supple flesh will change my mind.
Jeez. What do these girls think?
That two sets of voluptuous tits can get a man to do whatever they want?
Alright, fine…Most of the time, that’sexactlywhat happens.
It goes without saying that most men love titties. End of story. Women know this and use it against us anytime they can.
“I don’t think so. It’s doubtful mygirlfriendwould appreciate that. But thanks for the offer,” I add, hoping there aren’t any hurt feelings.
Or outbursts.
I hold my breath waiting to see which way this will go.
Vanessa bats her lashes. “Are you sure she wouldn’t mind us joining in on the fun?”
Trying to imagine Daisy being anywhere near cool with this situation is hilarious. The corners of my lips tug upward. “Nah, she’s not the sharing type.”
They offer up more pouts. “That’s too bad.”
It’s more than time for me to extract myself from their hungry clutches. “Well, ladies, it was great running into you, but I’ve got to go.”
