I hung up my cell phone, shaking my head at my little sister, Amber. She approaches just about everything in her life with the energy and enthusiasm typical of her 18 years, even if it was just a phone call to her brother. This time, she needed a favor-- a ride to a concert for her and a couple of her friends the next night. After allowing her an appropriate amount of begging, I conceded. Although a few years younger than I am, her friends were pretty hot and I didn't really have other plans. Plus Amber had an extra ticket she was willing to give me to buy me off, so I figured, why not?
I cleaned out my car the next day so that the girls would be able to sit comfortably in the back seat. Remembering that Amber had 4 best friends, I wondered how they would all 5 fit in my little car with me, but I figured that with their slender figures they'd have no problem.
At 6:30 that night, I heard a knock on my apartment door and yelled for them to come in. From my back bedroom I could hear the swarm of girls enter my place, filling it with their excited chatter and giggles. I heard heavy footsteps come down the hallway and turned to see my dad walk in my bedroom door. He ran his fingers through his graying hair and sighed, rolling his eyes and laughing.
"You're in for a hell of a night, son." He said to me, "Are you sure you can handle them all? They're in a frenzy. Likely to stomp over anyone to get to that guitarist or drummer, whichever one they like."
I laughed, shaking my head. "Yeah, but the band's decent, and I get to go for free. It won't be so bad once we're there."
"Okay, then, son. Have fun, and thanks again for going with them and letting them stay over. I'm glad they have a chaperone for this one."
I reached over to pat him on the back, saying, "Not a problem, Dad. See you later."
He nodded and walked out. I heard him say goodbye to Amber as he walked out. After tying my shoe laces, I walked out into my living room to see the group of them standing there, decked out for the show.
They went mostly quiet when they saw me, politely nodding and smiling, but it was Amber who broke the silence. "Uh, Dave, you're not going to wear that, are you?" I could feel all of their eyes looking me over and I looked down at my clothes.
"It's not that bad. This is what I wore today."
"Well, okay, but that's not concert clothes." The other girls nodded in approval.
One of her friends, a brunette with long legs named Jade, made eye contact with me that held my gaze for a while, then with half of a secretive grin said, "I think we can do better than that. Girls?" She walked down the hallway, past the spare room and toward my room. The other girls followed, with Amber pushing me along behind them.
When I got to my bedroom, two of the girls were rifling through my closet as the other two sat on my bed. Amber joined the two girls on the bed as Jade started holding up shirts in front of me, finally settling on a short-sleeved, black button-up shirt. The other girl grabbed a pair of dark denim jeans and handed those to Jade.
"Okay, strip." Jade said, the tone of her voice offering no room for objection and the shape of her mouth never straying from that little grin.
I paused for a moment and Jade arched an eyebrow that dared me to disagree, but I just sighed then pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the ground, glad that I hadn't given up my workout routine. The girls on the bed giggled as I pulled on the black shirt and did up the buttons.
"The pants, too." Jade said, which elicited even more giggles from my audience. Sighing, I shrugged and undid the button and zipper on my pants while kicking out of my shoes. Jade never broke eye contact with me, her mouth in the grin that was starting to drive me crazy. I wanted to ask her what made her smile like that, wanted to make her tell me why her eyes were glued to mine.
Stepping out of my pants left me in only my black shirt and black boxer briefs in front of a room full of attractive girls, which was quite a thrill. I stuck out my hand to grab the jeans from Jade. She reached her hand out toward mine, extending the jeans to me but not letting them go as her eyes flickered briefly down to my crotch. I knew I was half-hard, but I couldn't do anything about it. The other girls seemed to not notice, though.
When she realized I saw her looking, she quickly handed me the jeans and looked away. I stepped into my jeans, zipping and buttoning them.
"Okay, girls, which shoes then? Since I'm apparently your Barbie doll."
"Well, technically you'd be Ken, but let's see what you have." Jade said as she looked into my closet. Bending over, she dug around in my pile of shoes and picked a black pair of shoes while giving me a great view of her full ass, the hem of her black skirt riding high. I grinned as she stood up to hand the shoes to me.
"Are you satisfied now?" I asked as I quickly put on the shoes then spread my arms and spun around, modeling their choice in my clothes.
Jade smiled and nodded, and the girls on the bed stood up and walked out my bedroom door and back toward the front of the apartment. Jade was the last one out and as she walked by me, she ran her fingers lightly over my chest, her eyes never leaving mine. Fighting my instinct to throw her on my bed and ravage her, I gathered my wits and followed her down the hall and out the front door.