My relationship with Brittany was doomed from the start. Yeah, the sex was out of this world, but we were from different worlds; she was pure country, and I was a city boy. Eventually, it had to come to an end. However, we had a good three months. She had moved out of her apartment and into mine. We couldn't stop ourselves on most nights.
The sex was incredible even on the last day we spent together. I took her to the airport and when we got down to the security she gave me a look. I knew that look from any other look she had; instantly she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me across the lobby. I knew she was not scared to have sex in public after she rode me hard and loud in the movie theater on premiere night.
We went into the men's bathroom, where she pushed me into the accessible stall. She locked it behind her and started to unbuckle my belt. My pants fell to the floor. I hiked up her jean skirt and entered her from behind. She was soaking wet like usual. I fucked her hard and fast.
That was months ago. A quick fuck in the bathroom of the airport, now she was miles away. Football season was ready to start back up again, and again it looked like I was going to be watching it alone.
We had called each other for a while, even video called each other, then it suddenly stopped. Then the excuses came for not talking; first, it was Brittany finding a new job, then it was me getting too busy with mine. Now we hardly talked at all. Not for lack of me trying; I wanted to keep the friendship going. She was one of the only people that genuinely got me.
It was a late night. I was on my computer trying to keep myself awake. I knew with the time difference between us that she was getting off work soon.
I was watching some of our sex sessions. Brittany loved to use the camera to record our escapades. We would later watch them together. It would always get her excited, especially the night when she took my full length inside her. She was so excited that she screamed loud enough for most of the floor to hear. I smiled as I watched her take my cum on her face with a huge smile. That was what I missed the most about her, that smile.
I stared at the screen until I thought I was about to pass out. Then it happened Brittany's messenger icon lit up. She was online. I waited for a while to see if she was going to stay online or she was checking email.
Hey what's up? I sent. It took a while for her to respond.
Hi, she replied.
So what you think of your team's chances this year? I said with a happy smiley face. It took even longer.
Look, I'm sorry, the words on the screen said. My heart dropped.
We called it quits for a reason. Remember? Brittany said.
Yeah, I am trying to stay friends, just like we said, I replied; there was a part of me did not believe that at all. I wanted to be more than just friends.
I found someone, Brittany typed back. I am happy. You should be happy and move on as well.
K, I replied. I hit the off button and headed to bed. I was not pissed. Well, not totally. Hell, who was I kidding, I was beyond pissed. My phone began to chirp as I was getting a text message.
K? It was Brittany. How old are you?
I ignored it. I turned my phone off and tried to get some sleep. For a moment I tossed and turned thinking about the past, about all the good times we had, and how it ended. How could she not expect me to be upset or mad? We had great chemistry.
Well, if I had to be completely honest with myself, we didn't get along very well at all. Sure, we had great times, especially in bed and watching football or making fun of other people. However, there were arguments--a lot of them. Which eventually led to sex. Everything ended up with us having sex or fucking the hell out of each other. Was that our whole relationship? Sex? Finally, I lost the battle and fell asleep.
I woke up to banging on my door. I got up still furious from last night. I opened the door, and Marshall walked himself right in.
"I don't care if you are mad at me, you are answering your damned phone!” he yelled as he walked right into my bedroom, picked my phone up and threw it at me. He stood there waiting. We had not become best friends, but we were on talking terms mainly because we lived in the same building.
"I am not talking to her," I said as I threw it back onto the bed.
"Andy and her, have been on again and off again more times than anyone can count. They were an item before she met me. So, say whatever you want to her, and move the fuck on," Marshall said.
He was funny when he was mad. You know that friend you have that when they are pissed off, it makes you laugh? Well, that was Marshall.
"Not going to do this, Marshall," I said as I walked into the living room and sat down. "Not going to sit down for one of your psych evaluations," I said looking up at him.
"Tough," Marshall said as he sat across from me in the chair.
"I get it. Brittany is hard to get over. Hell, why do you think I kept my secret from her? Not because I was scared she was going to reject me. I was scared to lose her. However, I did, and I got over it." He grabbed my laptop from the table. I shook my head and turned the television on, trying to tune him out.
"That's her, and that's Andy," Marshall said showing me her social network profile. She did look happy; she had dyed her hair blonde. I was not too fond of it.
"Well, tell her. I won't call her or anything anymore. Since you guys are on talking terms again," I said. He began to say something else. I shot him a glance that said I was done with the conversation.
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A few weeks had passed, and I still was not over her. Not for the lack of trying. I went out. I tried to socialize, but someone like her, you didn't get over quickly. For the first time, I opened my messenger. There was a ton of offline messages from friends, co-workers, some of the Fantasy Football people I played with, not a single one from her.
I was expecting a tirade of messages, but there was none. Brittany hadn't blocked me, because I could still see her status changes. She was online to boot. I wanted to message her; just as my fingers were about to type, a messenger window popped up.
Don't even think about it. It was from Marshall. There is a preseason game tomorrow. A friend and I are going to watch it and so are you.
I began to type an excuse for not going.
Now log off, and I will see you tomorrow, Marshall typed before I could hit enter. I nodded my head in defeat and logged off. Maybe this was good. It might get my mind off things.
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The next day, I went downstairs. Marshall and his friend were waiting for me. Marshall didn't really have male friends, more like boyfriends or fuck buddies of the week. I told them I would be taking my car and I would meet them there. I had nothing against them. It was just, well okay, I did. Plus Marshall drove too slow.
We got a few beers from the concession and went to our seats. It was a nice section of people. There was a lot of shit talking and bets flying around. I was having a great time.
I noticed two women began shouting at a group of men just a few rows below us. They got up and started heading towards the exit. One of them shot me an angry look. I just brushed it off as they were having a bad experience and ignored it.
I reached for my beer, but it was empty. I asked if anyone wanted another round on me; no one took my offer. I walked towards the concession when I saw the two women still standing there looking furious. One of them was on her cell phone. I walked by them and ordered a beer and some chips.
"I guess you think it's okay, then?" one of them said. I turned around, and she was standing right behind me.
"I don't know what you mean," I replied.
"What those guys were saying. You looked like you were agreeing," she said.
"Hi," I said reaching out my hand. "Name is Matt," I said politely. I took my beer and walked over to one of the tables, putting it down.
"So, you did not hear? What they said?" she asked.
"Not a clue," I answered back. Her face turned from anger to embarrassment. The other one came over putting her phone away.
"Chaz can't get off work for another hour. So he can't pick us up," she said. The embarrassed one shook her head.
"Guess we can walk?" she said.
"In this neighborhood?" I said. "Even in the midday, still not the best idea," I looked at both of them.
"Well, I am not going to sit, and have them talk to us like that," one said.
"What's going on?" Marshall said as he looked at me. "You were gone a while. The game is getting good."
I tried to introduce the two women, but I did not know their names.
"I didn't get your names," I said.
"My name is Sandy," the one that had the temper said. "This is Kathy," she said introducing her friend.
"Right," Marshall said. "Well, we all came to watch a game, so let's go watch it," he said as he pushed us all towards the ramp. As we walked, they told him that they weren't going back to their seats. "I have an idea," he said, assuring them. When we got back to our seats, he grabbed his friend.
"You don't have to do this," Kathy said.
"Enjoy the game," Marshall said as he walked down to the now-empty seats below. The women worked their way into the seats previously owned by Marshall and his friend.
Now in the sunlight, I could see them much better. Kathy was sitting next to me. She had long black hair that reached down just below her shoulders to mid-back. She was well built, not skinny, not fat but very well rounded, with dark green eyes. She was wearing the team shirt with blue jeans.
Sandy, on the other side of her, had auburn hair, almost brown. It was short just above her shoulders but covered her neck in the back. She also had green eyes. She was athletically built. I could see there was no fat at all on her. She wore a tight shirt with the team emblem on it with jean shorts that showed of her long tanned legs.
"You will thank your friend for us?" Sandy asked.
"Of course," I replied. Kathy inadvertently took a swig of my beer that was sitting between us.
"Damn. I am sorry," Kathy apologized.
"It's okay," I said. Kathy had a cute face with an even better smile.
The rest of the game went well and even for preseason. It was a blast to watch. As we walked out, we walked together.
"Looks like the rookies came to play," Sandy said excitedly.
"I don't know, the third-string quarterback looked a bit rough around the edges," Kathy replied.
"Well, he was picked in the fourth round of the draft," I said.
"Hey!" we heard from behind us. It was two guys.
"Leave us alone already," Sandy replied as she turned around.
"Nah, we asked politely for an autograph, you acted like a stuck-up bitch!" one of the guys shouted.
"How many times do we have to tell you? We aren't them," Kathy said.
At this point, I had enough. I walked past the women and looked at the two guys in the face.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"That bitch--" the first guy began to say.
"Women. Lady. Person," I said. He looked at me and backed off a little.
"You know what? It's not even worth it," the second one said grabbing his friend. "All you models are all the same, you think your shit don't stink," they said walking away towards their car.
"What was all that about?" Marshall said as he stopped running just behind us.
"The guys from before," Kathy responded shaking her head.
"They kept asking for an autograph, but wouldn't take no for an answer," Sandy said.
"What's wrong with giving them an autograph?" Marshall smiled.
"It wouldn't be fair. I am not her," Sandy said smiling back. "I have done it once or twice before, and it never ended well."
"Not your fault, they don't know the difference," Marshall said shrugging. We got to our cars and stood there for a while.
"Okay, am I missing something?" I asked. "What model?" I looked at both of them and tried to think of any models that they looked like; nothing came to mind.
"Excuse my friend here. Unless it has to do with sports, or guys beating the crap out of each other in a squared or octagon arena, he has no interest," Marshall said, to which his friend nodded. "Hold on." He took his phone out and began searching. "Okay, this is a good one," he said as he made the picture bigger and then placed it next to Sandy's face.
"Holy crap!" I said. "You guys could be twins!" I laughed.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Sandy smiled.
"But wait," Marshall's friend said. He had his phone out and put it next to Kathy.
"A few things off, but definitely with longer hair and makeup," Marshall said. "Good catch," he said to his friend.
"Yup, it happens nearly daily, especially if we are together," Kathy said. "Most people brush it off when we say that we aren't them. I mean, come on, if we were models would we be here? I wouldn't mind giving autographs if I was her."
"Well, we are going to eat, if you want to join us," Marshall said.
"Our ride is here," Kathy said looking over at a parked car with the guy trying to rush them over.
"Well, exchange numbers and you guys can be on your way," Marshall's friend said. There was an instance of silence.
"Here you go," Sandy said giving me a piece of paper with two sets of numbers. They waved and walked away as soon as they were out of walking distance.
"Say thank you?" Marshall said with a huge smile on his face.
"For?" I said with a smile.
"You had a good time, plus you met some outstanding looking women," Marshall said as he got into his car.
"Thank you," I said as I got in mine.
That night I sat and watched some movies. Then I got online to check some of the stats from around the league. I did not even look at my messenger until I was finished with all my searches. I opened it, but Brittany was not online, which was good. I messaged Marshall.
What were the names of those models? I asked. I waited for a reply.
Sarah Nicola Randall, and Karla James, Marshall replied quickly. You can guess which is which, Marshall typed with a smiley face.
I looked them both up; neither of them lived on this continent. They had done some model work over here, but both were on the other side of the pond. “Idiots,” I said thinking of the people that thought Sandy and Kathy were these two models.
Both were very busty, both much bigger than Brittany, who until now I thought was as big as a woman could get naturally. I was dead wrong looking at these two. I hadn't looked at Sandy's or Kathy's chest to see how big they were; they had both struck me as very attractive.
I couldn't imagine Sandy with a chest like the model on the screen. However, as I scrolled through images, even in some pictures, she hid them quite well, which could mean Sandy hid hers very well also. Karla, with whom Kathy could be twins, had gigantic proportions; if Kathy had a chest like hers it would be hard to hide.
I started looking at other models on their website. Marshall was right. I was not internet savvy on what was considered busty models. I had been accustomed to the swimsuit or runway models. Most of these models were not runway or supermodel types because of their curvier body types or as some were called, plus-sized, which I found laughable. They had curves in all the right areas.
I was getting so engrossed into searching and bookmarking pages that I lost track of time. One page led to another then another. None of the ones I searched for had done porn. Most of the pictures I found would be considered as “not safe for work”; most were clothed. My phone vibrated and lit up on the side of my keyboard. I picked it up.
Aren't you going to call? the text read; it was from an unknown number and there was another number. It was a group text.
I looked at the numbers over and over. They were both local numbers. Then I remembered where I saw the last digits. I picked the piece of paper out of the pocket of the pants I had worn that were on the floor; they both matched the numbers on the paper.
I thought you guys gave me some fake numbers, I replied, which was true.
Why would we do that? the other number replied.
It happens, I replied. The two of you live together? I asked.
No, I am over at Sandy's place until my apartment is ready, Kathy said.
Now I knew which number was which. I saved both under the proper names.
How did you guys find my number? I asked.
Wouldn't you like to know? Sandy replied.
Tell you what. Meet us for dinner tomorrow, and we will tell you. It will be better than this back and forth? Kathy said.
Agreed, I replied.
Do you know the new sports bar next to the stadium? Sandy asked
Yeah, End Zone, I replied. I had meant to go in there but never found the time.
Meet us there say around seven? Kathy asked.
Sure, I replied.
Nite, big boy, don't stay up too late, Sandy said.
Is that an order? I laughed. It was something I used to joke around with when Brittany used to tell me what to do.
Definitely! Kathy replied.
I didn't stay up much later. I took a few more glances at the model pictures as I was shutting down. My messenger went off.
So, you grew up any yet? It was from Brittany.
Nope, not yet, I replied and shut down.
I knew I was acting childish, maybe a little immature. I was not ready to accept that Brittany had moved on already. One day I would and if she still would take me as a friend then so be it. However, right this moment I was still upset.
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As I drove over to the bar, I couldn't help feeling excited. I knew this was just a couple of people getting together, but I couldn't help but think of the day before, when we had fun, talking and enjoying the game. Also, it was good to get back out of the house again.
I pulled up to the bar. Well, I couldn't call it a bar; the building advertised that it was a sports bar and restaurant. It was much bigger than I expected. I walked inside, where two young women in cheerleader outfits greeted me.
"Welcome!" they screamed in unison. "Can we get you seated?"
"Um. I think my party is already here," I said unsure if I was to meet them here or wait for them. There was a vast wall that led down a wide hallway. It was like going into the stadium.
"Right down there is the main dining room," again they said in unison. The way they talked precisely at the same time made me think that it must be a theme for the restaurant.
"Thanks," I said as I walked away from the desk and down the hallway. I heard them scream again as someone entered.
I was right about the building; it was just as big inside as it was on the outside. The hallway opened to a huge dining room with the restaurant on the left behind the vast wall that separated it from the entrance. While the bar was straight forward, a game room of sorts was on the right.
"Matt!" I heard someone shout.
I looked around first at the restaurant, then at the bar. I saw Kathy's hand waving back and forth. I waved back and headed that way. All the waiters and waitresses were dressed in sport-themed attire. Some were cheerleaders, and others were football players or male cheerleaders. I noticed one guy in what looked like rodeo gear.
"Huge place," I said over the loud music and the TV monitors.
"Yeah, it gets like this during football season," Kathy said as she pulled me closer to her. "Sorry, I can't shout very well," she said as she let go of my arm. I smiled and sat on the stool next to her. I ordered a drink and looked around. "Sandy works here."
"Ah," I nodded. "I was starting to wonder why you two wanted to meet here," I said. The bartender returned with my drink. He looked familiar.
"Chaz, meet Matt, the guy we told you about," Kathy said as she introduced him.
"Thanks for standing up for my sis," Chaz said.
"No problem," I said as reached for my wallet.
"Drinks are on me, think of it as thanks for what you did," Chaz said patting me on the arm; he walked off to get another person's order.
"He is a cool little brother," Kathy said with a smile. She looked behind me with a smile, then her face changed to surprise. "Incoming!" she said as she swung my seat around.
Sandy came crashing into me. I barely had time to react by spreading my legs and holding her as she collided with me.
"I will get the hang of these if it kills me," Sandy said using my thighs to keep herself upright. She stood between my legs as my hands were on her hips. Both of her hands gripped my thighs.
"Roller derby," I said spotting the outfit: a tight top that showed off her stomach, a pair of short shorts, complete with knee and elbow pads and a helmet. It was hard not to stare at the top as it was stretched tightly across her impressive chest. The name of the sports bar was also stretched across it.
"Yup, I can't fit in a cheerleader uniform; also, when I wear any of the other uniforms, the guys won't keep their hands off me. Wearing this scares them away," Sandy laughed. She did look like she could whoop some ass, in that getup. "I got one more table then I am good to go."
"Where were you guys thinking of going?" I asked.
"Where do you want to go? It's our treat," Kathy replied.
"Nah, I can get it," I said.
"Let them, bro," Chaz said as he looked over at me shaking his head. "I have been around these two most of my life. If they say something it's best to go along," he gave me a wink.
"Well, truth be told I am not that hungry. I didn't mean to, but I had a big lunch," I said.
Which was true. I had gone over to Rey's house to drop something off. His wife did not let me leave until I told her I was full.
"That works out. 'Cause you guys wanted to see that movie, never mind," Chaz said as both of them shot him a glance.
"What movie?" I asked. They both looked at me.
"The action thriller with that wrestling guy," Sandy said.
I laughed at her attempt not to sound interested.
"You mean The Rock and his new action movie where he gets naked and you can see his ass?" I laughed at her. I looked over at Kathy who also looked away. They were both caught. "You guys don't want to see the movie, you want to see him naked!" I laughed. Kathy slapped me on the arm and Sandy lightly punched me in the stomach.
"My table is calling," Sandy said pushing off me.
"Uh huh," I said.
"I am going to get changed," Kathy said as she stood up. She was dressed in business suit attire. She walked towards the back behind the bar.
"There is a full changing room back there," Chaz said looking at my puzzled look. “This place gets hot, so they got showers and the full get-up-and-go back there," he said. I nodded. He sat down on a stool behind the bar.
"But for real. Thanks for what you did," Chaz said.
"It's no problem at all," I said looking around; it was a nice place.
"Those two are always getting that shit put on them, just because they look like other people," Chaz said. I could see he was really concerned. "They even tried to dye their hair once or twice."
"They shouldn't have to do all that, just because of some idiots," I said. He nodded. I looked at his attire and smiled.
"What?" Chaz laughed.
"NASCAR is not really a sport," I smiled. He was wearing a drivers gear with stickers of fake names all over it.
"Come on," he laughed standing up showing the whole thing.
"What? Going around in circles is not a sport, it's called being lost," I laughed. "They should just man up and get out of the car and ask for directions."
We both laughed. Chaz was a good kid, in his early twenties working here to put himself through school. Which I told him to stick to and don't give up no matter what.
"Ready?" Sandy said again putting her hands on my legs. She had changed; she was wearing a dark brown low-cut shirt that showed more than enough cleavage, with black jeans and boots.
"Yeah, just waiting on..." I began to say when I felt someone pressed against my back. I looked behind me. Kathy stood there. She was also wearing a top that showed a lot of her cleavage, with jeans but no boots, just regular shoes. I told myself that I had to make a conscious effort to keep my eyes at face level.
"See you, little bro," Kathy said. They both grabbed an arm and walked out of the bar.
"Which car?" I asked as we got outside.
"Well, you have the bigger vehicle, so let's take that," Kathy replied.
While we were waiting in line to get our tickets, a guy came running up to us. He began to open his mouth; before he could say a word, I stepped in front of him blocking him from the two women.
"Nope," I said with a stern face before he could say whatever he was going to say.
"But I just..." he began to say.
"Nope, not allowed," I said.
"But seriously, no one will..." he began to say.
"Against company policy. I can't let it happen. My boss would kill me," I said.
"Man, this sucks!" he said as he walked away. He quickly turned around. "Can I get a picture at least?"
"What part of no..." I began to say. He nodded and walked away.
"I love you guys' work. Got posters and stuff at home!” he shouted as he got further away.
"Thanks," Kathy said stifling a laugh. I waited until he was out of sight before returning to them.
"That was hilarious," Sandy said laughing.
"Company policy?" Kathy said still laughing.
"I had to come up with something," I said with a straight face.
"Oh look, the bodyguard can't smile," Sandy laughed.
"Nope," I said shaking my head. "Got to keep up appearances," I said keeping a straight face.
"That company policy too?" Kathy asked.
"Absolutely," I said; they both cracked up laughing.
The movie went great. We sat at the far back of the theater. I sat in the middle of both of them with both of them under my arms. I had an excellent view of the movie and two sets of cleavage. When we got out, we decided to hit a diner for a late dinner. This time three guys came up to the table.
"Can't you see we are having dinner?" I said standing up and whisking the three young men away from the table; this time I spoke with a British accent which to my surprise I pulled off very well.
"Come on, man, all we want is an autograph," one of them said.
"How would you like it if you were in their shoes, and all you wanted was some dinner, but people came up to you?" I asked. They looked at each other and nodded.
"Tell you what, give me your emails, and I will ask the company to send you photos from their next shoot?" I whispered.
"Seriously?" one of them asked with a smile on his face.
"I will ask, it's not a guarantee they will even respond, " I said. They quickly gave me papers with emails on it and went on their way.
"You are having way too much fun," Kathy said as I sat back down.
"You have no idea," I replied with a big smile on my face.
We talked about every and anything from pets, football, jobs; we talked for so long that the closing manager had to come over to our table and let us know that they were closing.
It had been a great night full of smiles and laughs as well as some flirtatious talk from all of us. As I pulled up to the parking lot of the restaurant, there were no cars in sight except for the two that belonged to them. I got out to walk them to their vehicles.
"We have to do this again some night," I said.
"Absolutely," Kathy said. She kissed me on the cheek but did not let go of my arm.
"Thanks for a great night. It was good to get out without being harassed," Sandy said. She also kissed me, on the other cheek.
The three of us stood there in silence, that awkward moment where we thought if we kiss or not had settled in. I wanted to kiss them both. I must have looked stupid just standing there, but I couldn't just kiss one without kissing the other, or if I kissed both of them, which one did I kiss first? I quickly solved the problem by pulling both of them in for a big group hug.
"Night then," I said as I quickly tried to get to my vehicle. I watched as they got into theirs. I could see the look on both their faces. This was a horrible end to what was a great night.
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I knocked on Marshall's door. It was past two in the morning, but I wanted some advice, and I knew the male slut would have some answers. The door silently opened and he came out half asleep.
"This better be good," Marshall said leaning against the door.
"How many you got in there?" I asked; it was the weekend. I knew how he wouldn't be alone.
"Three. Do you want to come and join?" Marshall replied. He always asked this to be a pain.
"No, I need some advice."
I told him about the great night, and how it ended.
"Well, for one, they were right. You were having too much fun being their bodyguard. Second, you're talking to the wrong person, you should be talking to them about how they want to proceed," Marshall said slightly more awake. "Third, if you are not going to talk to them, then roll with what's going on. Usually, these things sort themselves out," he said as he opened the door. "Goodnight."
I walked back into my bedroom. I got ready for bed when my phone went off. It was from Kathy.
"Hi," I said as I answered.
"Hey," Kathy said.
"Did we wake you?" Sandy asked. I wasn't surprised that this was a three-way call.
"No, not at all," I replied sitting down on the bed.
"We just wanted to talk for a bit," Kathy said. I was beginning to notice that she was the one that liked to be in control of any situation, while Sandy was the flirtatious go-with-the-flow type.
"That's good. I am glad that you called," I said.
"Sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable," Kathy said. I could tell she was upset.
"No, not even close to uncomfortable, awkward, yes, not uncomfortable. I thought I made you guys feel that way," I replied.
"Told you," Sandy responded. I was sure there had been a full-length conversation between the two of them before they called me.
"No, you didn't, actually quite the opposite, really," Kathy said.
"How so?" I asked confused.
"Well," Sandy began to say then broke off.
"What she wants to say is that in all the time we have known each other, we have never liked the same person," Kathy interjected.
"We have found the same guy to be hot or good looking," Sandy said
"Like The Rock," I said stifling a laugh.
"Shut up!" they both said.
"Sorry, but it was too easy, " I laughed.
"So for us, it was awkward when we both realized that we both liked you and that we both wanted to see you again after we got back,” Kathy said.
"So, when you felt the same awkwardness it was a relief that you felt the same," Sandy said.
"I see," I said. "What happens now?"
"We all come over to your place and have a threesome!" Sandy said excitedly.
"Sandy!" Kathy exclaimed.
"Joking, sheesh, I love you girl, but I love the dick a lot more," Sandy said.
"That's a relief," Kathy said.
"We can just take it as it comes, and see what happens," I said taking a page out of Marshall advice.
"Sounds good," Kathy responded.
"You got it, champ," Sandy answered back.
"Night, you two," I said.
"Night," Claire said.
"Night, lover boy," Sandy said.
"Sandy!" Claire and I both replied in unison.
"Joking!" Sandy replied. We all laughed as we hung up.
I lay down and began to fall asleep but then my phone chirped again. I slowly rolled over and picked it up. It was a text from Sandy. I opened it up and instantly sprang up. There was a picture of both of their tits still in their bras, pushed against each other. Four huge boobs in one picture.
Underneath, it read: Hope you have a good night, from your gals.
My hand instantly went into my pants as I looked at it.
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