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The way Marisa is eye-fucking me and my hand, I know she would prefer me to put my hand someplace else. She’s attractive, but I’m suddenly craving a brunette.
Screaming at my subconscious to shut the hell up, I forget that a certain brunette exists and focus on getting laid.
“So can we buy you girls a drink?” I ask, and both of them nod eagerly.
“We’d like that,” they say in unison, giggling.
Hunter looks like he’s just died and gone to heaven, and me, I feel like I’m in hell.
Forty-five minutes later, I regret the fact I offered to drive. However, no amount of scotch could ever,evermake what the titty twins are proposing okay.
This is the third time Hunter has kicked me in the shin under the table, and if he does it again, I’ll take him up on his earlier suggestion and punch the living hell out of him.
Mandy, twin number one, who is older by two minutes, has not so discreetly hinted at us having a good ole fashioned gangbang. Hunter, no surprise, is all for the idea, but me, not so much—hence, the under table violence on his behalf.
Now, I’m no prude, and I have engaged in a threesome or two in my time, but never a foursome with my best friend and two horny sisters. This is gross on all accounts, but more importantly, I’m not interested in seeing Hunter live out his Hugh Hefner dreams with these wannabe bunnies.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Mandy says, offering a hand to her sister. “We’re just going to visit the little girls’ room.” They both giggle, blowing us kisses before they leave.
The moment they’re gone, Hunter quickly reaches over the small table and flicks me in the junk.
“Ow! What the fuck?” I yelp, holding my nuts. “What the hell was that for?”
“Oh, I dunno, I just wanted to check if your balls were still intact and you didn’t turn into a giant pussy overnight!” he replies in a huff.
“Jesus, calm down.” I chuckle, still protecting my family jewels. “They just referred to the restroom as the little girls’ room. Do you not see what’s wrong with this picture?” I ask, shuddering.
Hunter does not appreciate my humor, however, and replies, “The only thing that’s wrong around here is you being a big pussy. I will not let you ruin this for me,” he says, jabbing his finger into my chest. I swat his hand away. “This has been my dream since I found out what boobs and vaginas were capable of,” he reveals in all seriousness.
I can’t help but laugh at his melodramatics. “It’s your dream to catch chlamydia?” I playfully counter, and Hunter goes for another round on my nuts, obviously not seeing the funny side to VD.
“Stop hitting me in the dick,” I wheeze.
“What’s up with you, Dix? You’d usually be all over this. But now it looks as if these hot, frisky twins have just asked you to donate a kidney. You’re not into them?” he questions. I can see the confusion behind his green eyes.
He has every right to be confused. Hell, I’m confused, but this just feels wrong. Juliet’s offer of a random threesome didn’t sit well with me, and neither does the titty twins’ foursome suggestion. It just feels so sleazy and sad. Two thirty-two-year-old men contemplating having a foursome with a couple of horny twinsisas seedy as it sounds.
“This is what we came here for, right?” Hunter affirms, and I nod.
This is indeed why we’re scouting the dark corners, looking for a warm body to help dull the loneliness for a night. But I’m just not feeling it. Both girls are becoming increasingly unattractive by the minute, and I’m certain that if I were to agree to this little proposition, I would be below par in the sack.
“Listen, I’m not stopping you from living out your Hugh Hefner fantasy, but me, I’m pulling out,” I state while Hunter scoffs.
“Yes, you could be pulling out…of Marisa, but you’ve gone soft. You don’t deserve a dick,” he says, but his smirk reveals he respects my decision. “Oh well, your loss, more for me,” he concludes with a detached shrug. His implication of wanting to settle down just got shot to hell.
Before I have time to reply, the girls return, and Marisa practically ends up in my lap.
“So we were thinking,” Mandy says, her freshly painted lips blinding me with their shininess, “you don’t really look too keen about the idea of us all playing together.”
I try not to scoff at how loosely the term is used.
Hunter looks at me over the table and mouths, “Pussy,” but I ignore him and listen to what Mandy has to say.
“But we really like you two, and we still wanted to…play,” she concludes with a grin.
I have no idea what “play” means, but my questions are answered when Marisa slides her hand into my lap and softly rubs over my crotch. I jolt in surprise, grabbing onto the edge of the table for support while Marisa looks at me shyly, her hand now firmly affixed to my cock. Hunter raises a confused brow, so I widen my eyes and lower them to my lap. Thankfully, Hunter gets my facial charades and smirks.
“So did you wanna play with me?” Mandy huskily asks Hunter while I’m getting a discreet hand job under the table.
