Girls Night Ch 01 1

Author's note:

I started writing this without much of an idea where I wanted to go. The idea was to write a foursome, but I quickly discovered I wanted to go elsewhere. I say this because, to those that expect an epic foursome, this story might be somewhay disappointing. This story has other qualities. I plan to do a real foursome some other time. The title for that has been stuck in my head for quite a while: Too Many Boots To Handle. The imagination runs wild...

For now, enjoy this story!

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A knock came on my door. "Enter," I said.

My younger sister Jenna peeped through. "Hey Max. Can I invite a few friends over tonight? Just two of them."

"Of course, there's room enough."

"Thanks." And she was gone.

I didn't exaggerate when I said we had room enough: we lived in a villa. My bedroom had almost as much space as a suburban terraced house, and between me, Jenna and our parents, I had the smallest. If my sister threw a wild party in her rooms on the opposite side of the house, I wouldn't hear.

She asked me because our parents were out of town for the weekend for some conference--I hadn't paid attention when they told me its topic.

I would be spending the weekend behind my computer, fixing the graphics of the latest videogame me and my friends were working on. Progress was slow, the work cumbersome.

My phone pinged.

We're ordering sushi. Want some?

Jenna's text read.

I looked at the clock, dazed. It was already 6 PM, three hours since she'd appeared at my door. Time passed quickly in the flow, and I found myself hungry.

Yes,

I sent back.

Some thirty minutes later I heard giggles followed by a rap on the door. I answered.

I thought my eyes must have betrayed me, for three hot girls stood out in the hall.

The first was a cute redhead who looked up at me with big brown eyes. Freckles flowed from her nose over to her blushing cheeks. She sized me up, cocked her head, her two-inch hoop earrings swaying, and smiled.

The second girl was equally vivacious, her dark hair in stark contrast with her light complexion. She wore it in a loose bun, curly stands that had escaped it framing her beautiful face. She stuck out her chest and batted her long lashes at me.

The third was a pretty blonde--the perfect completion to the trio. She held up her perky breasts with arms folded underneath. Any guy could lose himself in the thought of burying his face in her bosom. And such deep green eyes did she have...

I blinked. Her lips were pursed and her brow furrowed. That was Jenna I'd just described. Amid her friends, my brain had turned her into a hot girl as well. I counted the months I'd last had sex. Four. That explained why my stomach cramped, boiling with desire.

"Hello,

brother.

" Her voice was as cold as her glare. "We have your sushi." She shoved it into my hands.

I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "Thanks."

"My friends here insisted they come along to see more of the house. We were just leav--"

"Aren't you going to introduce us, Jenna?" the redhead said.

She sniffed. "Fine. This is Elaine..." The redhead gave a perky wave. "...and this is Selene." The dark-haired girl winked. "Ladies, meet my brother Max."

"It's a pleasure," I said.

"Oh, I'm sure it is," Jenna said with a thunderous look. "Now--"

"Did you ladies meet Jenna in college?" I asked. It was a fair assumption; she was in her first year, and her only other friends were her old ones from high school, most of which I knew. I didn't know these new friends of hers, but I already liked them better.

"Yes, we're in the same class," Selene said.

"Are you alone?" Elaine said, peeking into my room. "You can come eat with us if you want. We make for wonderful company." Selene nodded at that.

That wasn't a hard choice. I gave them my best smile. "Let me shut down my computer. I'll be right there."

Elaine and Selene filed into my room behind me, noting my open project on my monitors. "What are you working on?" Elaine asked.

"It's a game." I sat behind my desk, a girl hanging over each shoulder as I showed it to them. They leaned in close enough that their hair brushed against my face, Elaine's loose red on the left, Selene's strands of black on the right. Their perfume, sweet and light, intoxicated me. I breathed deep to take it all in.

"Ahem." The three of us turned. Jenna still stood in the doorway. "Do you mind? I'm hungry."

"No, of course." I shut down my computer and we left the room. We walked up the wide, crimson-carpeted stairwell, through hallways lined with Corinthian columns--my parents had particular tastes. Elaine launched a further inquiry after my game; she liked to play games with her siblings. "You should see my gaming room," I told her.

We entered the anteroom to Jenna's rooms, which had doors to her gym, her study and a small movie theatre, then penetrated through into her bedroom. I hadn't been here in years. She'd redecorated it into a young woman's bedroom with floral bedsheets, art on the walls, and a lot of mirrors: a full-person mirror, three above her make-up drawer, and several hand mirrors just lied around. The west-facing wall was windowed from floor to ceiling, a sliding door leading to a balcony with an impeccable view of the garden. The setting sun was a glowing ball that bathed the room in orange light.

We wordlessly arrayed four stacks of pillows on the plush carpet--there were no chairs to seat us--and dug into our sushi.

We all enjoyed the moment as the sun slowly sunk, reddening, until the horizon started swallowing it, licking sliver after sliver off its bottom. Nobody dared break the silence. Jenna didn't even snort as Ela 6ine rested her head on my shoulder, though I caught her look from the corner of my eye.

The sun disappeared, but left a red sky in its wake. We'd long finished our dinner when that too faded, first to yellow, then blue, ending with a dark purple. Elaine let out a heavy sigh of contentment while Jenna pulled the drapes closed to banish the scenery and turned on the lights. We shifted our pillows from a row to sit in a circle, legs crossed and stealing long glances.

Within seconds, the atmosphere shifted from relaxed back to charged.

"That was beautiful," Selene said. "But you haven't yet experienced the true pleasure of our company, Max. Stay a while longer."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude on girls' night."

"Don't worry about it," she quickly said before Jenna could usher me out. "Actually, we were going to dress up from Jenna's closet. We could use a male opinion."

"Do we, really?" Jenna asked.

"Definitely," Elaine said, laying a hand on mine. "Beauty is in the eye of the perceiver, and as a college girl, a man's eye is most important of all. We have to learn what appeals to men."

"All right, I'll stay, for educational purposes," I laughed.

"I'll go first." Selene rose gracefully and disappeared into an adjoining room, Jenna's closet. My sister loved to shop for clothes. Each month she spent tons on outfits and shoes, and it all disappeared into that room once she'd worn an item more than twice.

Elaine and I chatted about college life as we waited on Selene. Jenna kept herself out of it with a sour expression.

Selene returned sooner than I'd expected, considering the overwhelming amount of choice she must have had and ladies' tendencies to take their time. She pranced into the room in a slim light-blue dress that hugged all her body's curves. The dress had a dipping neckline to display a large amount of bosom, overtly sexual yet somehow it maintained an air of elegance to match Selene's essence. The hem hung just below her perfect ass to show off her long, shaven legs which disappeared into a pair of white sneakers.

Elaine gasped, and Selene did a twirl. "And?" she asked me.

"You look gorgeous," I told her frankly. "But you might be a little overdressed for some occasions. Would you wear this on a first date?"

"Probably not."

"That's the real challenge, to be alluring in your mundane outfits. This you pull of amazingly, but if you also manage to pull off your everyday clothes... You'd be irresistible."

Selene nodded thoughtfully, then sat down. "You try that, Elaine," I said.

"Yay," she said, bouncing into the closet.

"Where did you buy this..." Selene asked Jenna. I tuned out as they discussed stores, staring at Selene's voluptuous body. She noticed, often turning to smirk at me. In those moments, Jenna snuck a furtive glance at Selene, too. I was glad she didn't entirely hate this.

Elaine emerged in a long-sleeved, high-necked, white sweater that covered only her chest, exposing a tight stomach, and a short red skirt dotted with white circles. She was detail-oriented, that much she made clear with her jewelry--hoops through her ears and rings on her fingers--, but also by staying within her color palate; her nails had already been lacquered red, which would only look good with black, white or red. She twirled like Selene had, her skirt flaring just high enough that I saw her underwear from my position on the floor.

"Yes," I said. "Yes! That is what I mean. While this is a pretty ordinary outfit, in my eyes you look incredible. Do you know why?"

Elaine shook her head. Selene and Jenna gave me curious looks.

"Proximity breeds attraction. While this is not as hot as Selene's outfit, the fact that I've seen its like worn quite often more than makes up for that, because I've learned to love it. Studies have been done on this, showing that over time, new couples find each other increasingly attractive. The same goes for your outfits."

Elaine sat down, pensive. "That makes sense, now that you say it," Selene said. Elaine nodded in agreement.

"Now, put your feet in the middle," I commanded. "Let's talk shoes." They did, stretching their legs so their feet rested in the middle of our circle. Only Jenna didn't move. Elaine wore a pair of white sneakers similar to Selene's. It was quite like Jenna to buy the same pair twice. She'd probably forgotten she owned the first when she bought the second.

"You can never go wrong with these sneakers, but they are a little boring. This is just one guy's opinion, but a pair of boots make any outfit better."

"Ooohh," Elaine cooed, "what do you have in mind?"

I knew that Jenna had anything I could come up with. I was limited only by my creativity. "Selene, try some high heels, they'll accentuate your figure. That can be either stilettos or blocked heels, but find something elegant that suits your dress." She disappeared into the closet. I took a moment to inspect Elaine to come up with something for her. She was beautiful as she blushed at me. "How about combat boots?"

"Yes, good idea!" She smiled and hopped off.

Only Jenna and I remained, accompanied by an awkward silence. She wouldn't even look at me, and I didn't bother talking to her. I knew she was mad, but I was having too good a time to care.

The girls returned having followed my suggestions. Selene wore a pair of black stilettoed leather ankle boots. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Oh, definitely," I said.

Elaine had chosen a clunky pair of combat boots, adorned with a metal zip at the front, long laces tied over it and then the buckles strapped them down so she wouldn't trip. We grinned at each other. I didn't need to compliment her. She knew.

They lowered themselves onto the pillows and turned to Jenna. "What are you going to wear?" Elaine said.

"Uh... This."

"Come on..." She tried to convince Jenna to join.

Selene leaned into me and whispered, "I'll talk to her." I nodded. "Jenna, can we talk in the hall?" she interrupted Elaine.

Jenna nodded and they left Elaine and me alone.

"So..." I said.

She smiled. "So..."

"I get why Jenna brought you two here."

"Oh?"

"Growing up, we had trouble fitting in, with such rich parents. When she brought home friends in the past, it usually caused a rift between them. It must mean she really likes and trusts you."

"Aw, thanks!" The conversation trailed off again, but we maintained eye contact. She sat beside me, her legs pointed at me. I put a hand on her boot, heart battering against my chest.

Hold on. I'd forgotten to check. Jenna was eighteen, that could mean... "How old are you?" I asked, panicky.

She smiled. "We're all eighteen, silly." She rubbed her other boot over my hand. "How old are you?"

I squeezed her foot. "Twenty-one."

She couldn't contain herself any longer. She leaned forward, slowly, her eyes intent on mine. She was so pretty, her lips looked so soft, perfect for kissing.

Elaine abruptly sat back and retreated her boots. Stunned, I started to ask what was wrong, when the door opened, and Jenna and Selene entered.

Jenna turned straight into her closet.

"What did you say to her that changed her mind?" I asked Selene as she sat back down.

She laughed. "Nothing. I Frenched her, and now she's horny, ready to do anything."

"Oh," Elaine said, "well, in that case..." She jumped at me, not to kiss me, but to pull my shirt over my head. "Wanna lend me a hand?" she asked Selene.

Four feminine hands stripped my clothes away, and I was quickly naked, my throbbing weapon saluting the two girls. There was a silence. "I want your boots," I said.

"Yay!" Elaine exclaimed. She jumped on Jenna's two-person bed and lay on her back, knees bent and presenting her boots to me. Selene raised an eyebrow at me. "Come," Elaine encouraged her, patting the bed beside her, and Selene took the same position next to her.

I went to my knees before the bed, faced with two completely different pairs of boots. Elaine's had heavy platform soles that made them bulky, whereas Selene's were elegant with tall, slender heels. In a sense they were polar opposites. I noted how small the girls' feet were, just like Jenna's. Cute.

But which to choose first?

I settled on Elaine; while Selene still looked doubtful, Elaine brimmed with excitement to have her boots licked.

I started slowly, with a kiss on the toes, then soft licks. I guessed Jenna hadn't worn these boots more than ten times, for they were dusty yet good as new. Above me, Elaine lifted her skirt and pulled her thong aside to bare her shaven pussy.

I shifted over to Selene's boots, treating the leather to tiny prods of my tongue. She soon drew her dress up to her waist, showing me she hadn't worn a slip to begin with.

I turned back to Elaine, who giggled as I licked with my full tongue, hungrily attacking. She played with her feet, poking back at my tongue with her toes, and rubbed her clit.

Selene stroked herself too, a wonderful sight as I took the toes of her boots into my mouth--something I couldn't do with Elaine's thick soles--and fucked them.

I climbed onto the bed before the girls to stick my cock between their boots.

"What are you doing!?" Jenna stood in the door opening, in a white dress that emulated Selene's and suede thigh-boots.

"What does it look like?" Selene said. "Come join us!" Jenna set a step forward, then hesitated. "What is it?" Selene asked.

"I...I'm a virgin," she said.

"Don't worry about that," Selene said. She pointed at me. "You. Lie on the bed." Though a little disappointed I didn't get to fuck her and Elaine's boots, I obliged. "Come," she beckoned Jenna, "I'll show you how to, and then you can practice on a real cock."

The pair positioned themselves on either side of my waist, and Selene started her lesson on riding cock. Elaine appeared on her knees beside my face. She raked her fingers through my hair and smiled. "You want to continue with my boots?"

"Absolutely."

She reclined to my side and lowered the dusty sole of her boot onto my mouth. I cleaned every grove for her. I gave her my hand, which she guided to her pussy, plugged her with two digits, and fingered her.

Selene and Jenna watched me worship Elaine's dirty boots for a moment, perplexed, but quickly turned their attention back to my cock and how to ride it. "I'll go first," Selene said, preparing a reverse cowgirl.

She slid with her cunt down onto me and sat down with me balls-deep into her. "You don't have to go this deep right away, just feel what is comfortable for you. Then, slowly move your hips back and forth, taking him in and out, at whatever pace feels good for you." She demonstrated, thrusting my cock into her, first slowly, then quicker and quicker, rocking my body as she moved hers, which made it harder to hit the spots of Elaine's boots I wanted to lick. Then she stopped, my manhood buried deep inside of her. "Now you try," she said, and rolled off.

Jenna climbed atop me, ready to lose her virginity to her brother. I didn't think they saw me as her brother at that time, but as... a cock, a piece of meat. And I was more than happy to be just that.

Jenna rubbed her lips on my tip, then eased me in, breathing heavily. God, her virgin pussy was wet! And tight! She stopped with half my length inside of her, and very slowly pulled back, starting to fuck me, panting and moaning.

"Yes, go on," Selene encouraged her, "you can do it, girl."

I wanted to cum in her, so bad. It'd been four months, and I was more than ready. But I kept back, as good brothers do, and let her learn to ride.

Like Selene, Jenna still wore her dress, the hem hanging on her stomach. She pressed her suede legs against my body to balance herself, her feet pointed at me. I grabbed her booted foot with my spare hand.

By the time Elaine thought her first boot clean enough and offered me her second, Jenna had become more accustomed to my cock, and sped up. "Oh fuck," she panted, thrusting her lips down to the base of my cock.

This continued a while, and I finished with Elaine's second boot, too. She rid herself of her thong and went to her knees above my face. She lifted her skirt to bare a beautiful pussy, glistening after my fingers' treatment. "Do you want to eat my pussy?" As if she even had to ask.

I leaned up to kiss her sweet lips. She lowered herself to sit on my face, and let her skirt fall over my head. She swayed her sexy hips slightly, fucking my tongue, and rested her boots on my chest. I grabbed them instead of Jenna's, for she seemed the only one who liked the attention I gave her boots. "Oh, yes," came her reply.

Jenna's riding became irregular. "Oh, fuck," she kept repeating.

"Yes, go on," Selene said to her. "Lean into that feeling, it is good..."

Jenna arched her back. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed, ramming pulsing her pussy against my cock. "YES!"

Elaine lifted her skirt to share a smirk about my sister's orgasm, then let it obscure my face again.

I slid out of Jenna as she got off me, panting. "Well done," Selene said. "My turn."

She climbed onto me, but my tip hit something much tighter than her pussy. Selene pressed and pressed, and forced my tip--well lubricated by Jenna's orgasm--into her ass. She barely needed a warmup. Soon she had most of my length in her ass, and rode me hard. Jenna crept between my spread legs, her hair resting on my thighs. I could only assume she was eating Selene's pussy.

Between Elaine sitting on my face and Selene taking me in her ass, I couldn't hold out much longer. Apparently, the girls couldn't either, for, within a few minutes, they both shook heavily. Selene's orgasm passed quickly, her ass contracting around my cock, but I'd been building up Elaine's a while longer.

She lifted her skirt so I could watch her cum. She threw her head back with a squeal, shuddering uncontrollably--her pretty red hair and golden earring dancing along with--and pressed her legs together with my head in between. With my tongue, I treated her orgasming clit, relishing the sweetness of her pussy. She grabbed my face between her hands and dug her long red nails into my scalp.