My thanks to my editor
adetaildiva
. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine.
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On Friday, I was able to slip out early and miss the traffic to my house. That gave me time for a quick game of catch with Bobby before I took off for my date with Nan. I liked spending time with him. I was a good athlete in school, but I never had that extra step, quick pivot, or sharp eye that could have earned me a scholarship. Instead, I had the drive and determination to be in the top 10 percent in a variety of activities: weight lifting, endurance, sprinting and other areas. Being in the top 10 percent across the board was what the Army wanted and I maxed every fitness test I ever took.
When I got to Nan's apartment, Cass greeted me at the door. "Hey, soldier boy, ready to escort two hotties out tonight?"
"Since we're going clubbing, I didn't think you'd mind if Cass tagged along." Nan breezed up and kissed me with a swipe of her tongue behind it. By the taste of alcohol in her mouth, I could tell that they had started the party long before I got there.
"Only if you pass the test," I replied. I licked both my index fingers and touched one to each girl's shoulder. "Ssssssss," I hissed. "Definitely two hotties. Let's go before you cool off."
Although I had joked about it, following the two lovelies out definitely had John Thomas interested. They were wearing similar outfits of different colors. Cass had on a camisole and hip-hugger skirt in electric yellow. Her belly button was exposed and the skirt ended at mid-thigh. The camisole was short leaving about four inches bare around her waist. Nan had on a similar outfit in baby blue. Being taller, there was another inch or so of bare skin between camisole and skirt. Both of them had on three-inch heels. The camisoles were thin and both had their high beams on.
We hopped into my car with Nan riding shotgun and Cass in the back seat. "Where to, ladies?" I asked.
"The Purple Giraffe," Cass replied naming a currently popular night spot.
"Your wish is my command." I glanced back at Cass. Her knees were pointed toward me and spread about a foot apart. In the dim glow of the overhead light I thought Cass didn't have any panties on, but the shadows were too harsh to be sure.
The throbbing beat that enveloped us when we got to the appointed bar underscored the drone of male pick-up lines. With a descant of girl's laughter and the heat of a thousand bodies, the bar seemed the prelude for five hundred sexual orgies later on.
"What do you want to drink?" I had to lean close to be heard.
"Sex on the Beach," replied Nan.
"Long Island Iced Tea," followed Cass.
"Be right back." These gals were going to get drunk and depend on me to protect them. I pushed through the crowd and managed to return in less than ten minutes. They both knocked back about half their drinks.
"Let's dance." We left the drinks on the table and merged into the writhing organism of the dance floor. Nana and Cass sandwiched me. No matter how I moved, one was rubbing against my front while the other was molded against my back.
"You are really, uh, enthusiastic tonight," I almost shouted to Nan over the driving beat. She was letting her hands wander between us providing pleasant sensations to John Thomas.
"It's been almost a week. You don't think my fingers are a decent substitute for you, do you?"
"Oh, jesus!" Her hand squeezed my lengthening shaft. "Your fingers feel good to me."
"How about my tongue?" We both slowed our dancing while we frenched. I felt Cass slide around so that her exquisite ass was pressing up against me. Nan and I broke our kiss and she danced away. I followed. She shimmied up against me. Those pillows between us felt like heaven. I floated in dreamland for another five minutes.
Nan's hand was between us again. "I feel like another drink," she whispered in my ear.
"They'll throw us out if I give you a drink here," I replied.
"Too bad, I guess I'll have another SOB."
When we got back to our table Cass was talking to a tall, skinny redhead dressed in a camisole and miniskirt. Was there an email list for Friday night dress codes? "Hey, guys, meet Jill. She and I bumped into each other on the dance floor and started talking."
I took drink orders and squeezed through the crowd towards the bar. Ten minutes later I was back.
"I hope that's cold because I am really hot." Nan took the frosted glass and rubbed it from one nipple across to the other. Then, putting down the glass, she pulled her camisole forward and fanned herself 'accidentally' giving me a generous look at her breasts.
