Page 63 of Bourbon Sins
“You’re never turning down Jett again, because I don’t enjoy dealing with your drunk ass.”
“You’re the one who got me drunk.” I paused for a second as I realized both Tootse and Francy had their arms around me. “Oh myyyyyyyy,” I dragged out. “Looks like I have my very own lady sandwich.”
“Christ.”
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I was ploppedon my bed and stripped of my underwear, because I lashed out as my face pressed against my comforter, saying I refused to fall asleep until someone took off my underwear. I was a naked sleeper.
“We’re taking off now.”
“No…wait,” I said, as my arms flanked my sides, my legs hung halfway off the bed and I kept my face buried, practically making out with my comforter. “Don’t leave; don’t you girls want to hang out?”
I knew I was a sight to see. Bare ass in the air for all to see, but I didn’t really care, not when the warm tequila was still making its way through my blood stream.
“Lo, we’re tired and horny; we want to go to bed.”
My head picked up at the mention of the word horny.
“Horny, eh? Well, so am I, so why don’t we all have a giant lesbian mingle?” I sat up and clapped my hands together. “Lesbian mingle!”
Francy stepped closer, followed closely by Tootse. “You have no clue what you’re getting yourself into if you want that.”
“Yes, I do,” I said with my chin held high. “I know lesbian things.”
“Do you?” Tootse asked, as they got closer.
“Yes, you know . . . touching and squeezing tits. Boobies!!! Simple.”
Francy shook her head. “You have no fucking clue.”
“Then teach me,” I said as I flopped on my head back on the bed and turned my body over so my girly parts were out in the open. I opened my arms wide and said, “Do your best.”
Tootse and Francy both looked me over as they got closer. “Are you just going to lay there like a dead fish?”
“Well . . . yeah. I mean, do you want me to give you a lap dance or something? Should I grab the lube?”
Francy rolled her eyes and then winked at Tootse. Tootse nodded and went around the bed so she was behind my head and Francy was at my feet. They moved me so I was equally horizontally across the bed. They swarmed around me like I was their prey and I had no way of escaping.
I let out a nervous giggle. “Alright, very funny ladies. Good joke.” I continued to giggle as they both lowered onto the bed. “Uncle . . . ha ha, I cry uncle. I’m all talk.” I cleared my throat as nerves ran through my body when I realized they were not letting up. “So, uh . . . how about those Saints huh? Football, yay!”
Francy spread my legs and lifted them up so my feet were on the mattress exposing my entire lady area. If I wasn’t drunk, I probably would have snapped them shut, but I wasn’t thinking quite clearly, so instead of closing up like a damn clam, they fell open like the cheap hooker I was.
Tootse pushed my hair aside and slid her hands up my arms as she leaned over, giving me a view of her breasts. I looked down and saw Francy’s breasts as well and then looked at mine. We were all bare-chested.
“What, are we raising a tit farm in here?” I joked nervously. “Melons for sale,” I shouted like a jackass, but not one laugh came from the two lionesses surrounding my body.
“Did you hear that? Melons for sale,” I said, while trying to laugh like an idiot and jabbing the bed with my elbow, as if I was telling my joke to the mattress.
Silence met the room as their heads descended down on me and a light sheen of sweat took up residence on my skin. Tootse ran her hands down my arms and then back up my stomach, completely covering my breasts with her hands. Fuck me if I wasn’t already wet. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I really doing this?
Francy moved her head down between my legs and started kissing me around my belly button.
Fuck me, I was doing this.
Tootse lowered her mouth down on mine, as she continued to caress my breasts. I couldn’t help but get caught up in their soft touches. It was different, so much different than a man, not better, not worse, just different.
I found myself reciprocating the movements of Tootse’s tongue as hers ran its course through my mouth and over my lips. Francy held my hands down as she continued to practically make out with my belly button.
