After Cameron went to college, she would come home on the weekends and often stay with me instead of going to her parent's house. She usually made the trip alone; I was shocked to see that Chevy had come with her this time. Camie met Chevy freshman year at Randolph-Macon College, and they quickly became best friends. Camie knew that Chevy and I did not get along very well.
I assumed they would go to Camie's parents' house for the weekend, so I was a little pissed. I had been looking forward to fucking Camie all week. I was shocked yet again when I found out they were planning on staying with me.
Camie told me that they had gotten some liquor and beer. They thought it would be fun to play drinking games all night. As always, I had some weed. They were in a good mood, and Chevy was friendlier than usual, so I figured I'd go with the flow. I thought Chevy was a slut, which was part of the reason I didn't like her, but maybe if I played my cards right, I could end up fucking them both. I knew Camie was curious to try a threesome. Camie had told me that she and Chevy had been experimenting sexually. I knew they had eaten each other out. Beyond that, she wouldn't tell me.
It was about 7:00 p.m., and we were trying to decide what we wanted for dinner. We decided to get a pizza. We had to go pick it up, I didn't want to go, but I thought it would be a good idea to tag along and try to get a feel for the situation.
Thankfully we weren't gone very long. I sat in the backseat and was excluded from most of the conversation. They mostly talked about classes and people I didn't know. When we got back, we sat around the coffee table in my living room. Camie and I sat on the loveseat, and Chevy sat on a giant pillow I had on the floor in front of us. As far as I knew, the plan for the night was to watch some movies, get high, and play drinking games. I was hoping I would get the chance to fuck both of them, but I'd be happy just watching them eat each other's pussies and only fucking Camie. Worst case scenario, none of that happened, and I'd just fuck Camie when we went to bed.
Once everyone was finished eating, Chevy asked, "Is it okay if I change my clothes?"
"Of course," Camie replied, getting up, "C'mon, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping. You can change there."
Somehow it had been decided that Chevy got the bedroom. I had a futon in the spare room that I used to play video games, Camie and I were going to sleep there. While they were gone, I cleaned up from dinner and then changed into something more comfortable. I changed in my bathroom and made it back to the living room before they did. I got some shot glasses ready, found something to watch on TV, rolled a few joints, and got some weed ready for some bong hits.
I looked up just as they were coming back into the room. Camie and Chevy had both changed into matching pajamas; the only difference was the color. Chevy's were pink, and Camie's were purple. Their shorts were loose and short enough that I could see their ass cheeks. Their shirts showed a lot of cleavages, had spaghetti straps, and were very short. I could see well above their belly buttons. Now I was sure I'd be fucking them both by the end of the night. It was apparent they weren't wearing bras, and I was almost certain they weren't wearing panties either.
I didn't really like Chevy, but there was no denying how fucking hot she was. She was a little thicker than I normally liked, but she was built well. Her legs were superb. She had a perfect ass, and her tits were huge, yet they looked nice and firm. They were perfect 18-year-old titties, no sag at all. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Cameron was just as hot. She was a little slimmer all over. She had firm C-cup tits; Chevy's were DDs at least. Camie's ass was just as nice, just a little smaller. The only real difference between the two was that Camie had short hair.
As soon as I saw them, I hoped we could skip everything we had planned to do and just fuck. I had changed into a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts and a t-shirt, and I had to adjust my dick, tucking it into the waistband of my shorts. I knew they saw me, and I wanted them to know I was getting a hard-on looking at them. They looked at each other and giggled, then sat back down in the same spots they had been in earlier. They both sat down with their legs crossed, and their shorts left little to the imagination. I caught myself staring at Chevy's body when Camie said, "Let's do a couple of shots and smoke some weed."
Everyone agreed that it was a good idea. Camie and Chevy were drinking tequila; I had Southern Comfort. I knew if I was going to have to wait until they got drunk or high enough to have a threesome, I would have to pace myself. I decided to only drink one shot to their two. Luckily, they were laughing and joking around enough that they didn't even notice.
Once we'd all had a couple of shots, we all lit cigarettes. There was some debate over how we were going to smoke the weed. Camie and I had a three-foot bong we wanted to use, but Chevy didn't smoke weed very often and was reluctant to try it. However, it didn't take much to convince her to try it. We told her we would go first to show her the best way to do it, and afterward, we'd smoke a joint. I turned the lights down, muted the TV, and played some music we all liked.
I sat back on the couch and packed the bong's bowl. I was going to go first. Camie told Chevy that it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked, and she would enjoy it. The bong was so big that someone else had to light it for you when you took a hit. When I was ready, Camie got on the floor. We had it down to a science. I would nod, signaling Camie to light the bowl. If you timed it just right, you could get the smoke to the top just as your lungs got full. When I stopped inhaling, I'd breathe out of my nose, and Camie would pull the bowl so I could clear the chamber.
Camie was next, so I packed her a fresh bowl. I didn't get on the floor. Instead, I just leaned over to light the bowl for her. She took a small hit to show Chevy it wasn't so bad.
Next, Chevy was up. I packed a new bowl for her. She had already gotten the bong from Camie and was waiting on me. I handed the bowl to Camie since she would be the one to help Chevy. Camie got on the floor and crawled over to Chevy. It seemed she was going slower than she needed; she knew her ass looked especially hot in her shorts, and she knew I was looking.
I purposely packed a little more weed in Chevy's bowl. It took her three hits to finish her bowl, but she took it like a champ; she didn't cough at all. As soon as she blew her last cloud of smoke out, she said, "I need another shot after that."
We all poured a shot and quickly downed them. Camie had gotten back on the loveseat beside me. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Your ass looks sexy in those shorts," then I kissed her.
After the kiss, she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Does it look as good as Chevy's titties? I see you keep looking at them."
I couldn't tell if she was upset or not. Thankfully Chevy chimed in with, "Uh...guys... Are you gonna whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears all night, or are we gonna play some fuckin' drinkin' games?"
There was a minor disagreement as to what we should play. Out of nowhere, Chevy asked Camie if she ever played truth or dare in high school. They both started laughing, and pretty quickly, it was decided that was what we should play. I lit a joint and thought, "This must be how it starts."
We started the game; it started slow, no one willing to take a dare. We were passing the joint around; Chevy started taking longer pulls. Camie suggested that they take a shot whenever anyone picked truth. That didn't stop anyone from picking truth; it only slowed the pace down a little. I was shocked by some of Chevy's answers; she only confirmed what I already knew about her being a slut. I asked how she got her nickname, Chevy. I had heard there was some sort of meaning to it, but no one would ever tell me what it was, so I asked her myself. She replied that she had a gangbang in her senior year of high school with six college guys in the back of a Chevy pick-up truck. They had stopped in a parking lot behind a grocery store in Virginia Beach. She was a little more graphic than she needed to be, and while she was answering the question, listening to her made my cock hard.
Chevy had the joint; it was almost spent. Out of nowhere, she blurted out, "Damn it!"
Camie and I looked over at her, "What?" Camie asked.
"This is why I don't smoke weed," Chevy replied.
"Why?" I asked.
Chevy looked at Camie and said, "My fucking pussy is wet."
I started to get excited. A comment like that should get things moving along. I was right; Camie looked at Chevy and asked, "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Chevy replied.
"I dare you to let me feel it," Camie said.
Chevy looked at her for a second, then pulled her waistband out and said, "Okay."
I couldn't believe what was happening. Camie crawled over to Chevy again then stuck her hand in Chevy's shorts. A moment later, Camie said, "Damn, girl, weed does that to you?"
Camie pulled her hand out of Chevy's shorts, licked her fingers, and came back to the love seat. Now I was confused. I poured myself a shot; the girls followed my lead. After a shot or two apiece, we all lit a cigarette. Camie got up and went to the bathroom. Almost as soon as she had left the room, Chevy looked at me and asked, "Did you know you can tell how good a girl is at sucking dick by how she smokes a cigarette?"
"I did not know that," I replied.
"Would you like to feel how wet my pussy is, too?" she asked.
Of course, I did, but I had no idea what was going on. The last thing I wanted was for Camie to catch me knuckle-deep in her friend's cunt and get all pissed. "Maybe when Camie gets back," I replied.
We both finished our cigarettes and realized Camie wasn't back from the bathroom yet. Chevy stood up and said, "I need to use the bathroom; I'll check on her."
Just when I was starting to wonder if Chevy was coming back, she walked in the room, "Camie's not in the bathroom," she told me, "maybe you should go check on her."
I checked the bedroom first, thinking maybe she had gone to lie down, and she wasn't there. Then I remembered we were sleeping on the futon and decided to check there. That's where I found her. She was lying there naked, barely awake. She told me the alcohol had hit her pretty hard, and she needed a nap. I helped her get a little more comfortable before I left.
When I got back to the living room, Chevy was gone. I couldn't believe how fast things had spiraled out of control. In less than twenty minutes, I had gone from watching my girlfriend fingering her friend's pussy to being alone. I drank a couple of shots and lit another cigarette. It was still early; maybe after Camie got a couple of hours of sleep, I could wake her up enough to use her to get off.
"Where's Camie?"
I jumped. I hadn't noticed Chevy come back into the room. "She had to lay down, she wanted to take a nap, but I doubt she'll get back up," I told her.
Chevy sat on the love seat next to me. She leaned forward, "I guess it's just the two of us then," she said, pouring us each a shot.
When she leaned forward, I noticed she was wearing a thong; I could see the top sticking out of her shorts. She sat back and handed me my shot glass. "Well, I guess we're going to have to start getting along. Bottoms up," she said.
After we drank the shots, there was an awkward silence. Finally, I asked, "What's up with the matching, skimpy pajamas?"
She tried to look innocent, "What, these? These aren't skimpy," she said, standing up.
She stood in front of me with her back to me, legs together, and slowly pulled down her shorts. The crotch was caught between her thighs, then snapped down to her knees. She stood back up. Her ass was amazing. She spread her legs just enough to let her shorts fall to the floor; then, she kicked them across the room. She sat back down, looked at me, and said, "This is skimpy."
