We all sat around the large family room, in awkward silence. Me and Halie occasionally catching each others eyes. All five of us each had one shot glass, and we were sipping slowly. I sat in my dads leather recliner in the far right corner of the room, and Halie sat in the other recliner in the opposite corner. Kelly was sitting on the large couch in the middle of the room, resting her feet on the large curved table that went along with the couch. Kampbell is sitting on the other end of the couch that Kelly is currently dozing off on. My sister is playing with her shot glass, and staring into it.
I don't know why, but something pops into my head. My mind opens up a file cabinet and starts sorting through what I love on a girl.
1-A - Blonde
2-A - Feet
3-A - Blue eyes
4-A - Pubic hair.
What? I think to myself. I'm not a fan of pubic hair, but personally I think pubic hair tells a lot about a girl's personality. Something that matters to me, but not many other people. I like SOME hair on a girl's mound, but I don't want my future wife coming at me looking like a ZZ Top concert going on down there. (Look up ZZ Top if you don't get it)
I look over at Kelly, and she is dozing off, but slightly trying to fight it by lightly jerking her head back up, but then dozing off again. I trail my eyes from her face, down her body, then her legs, which are currently covered by extremely short jean shorts. Then I look down to her feet. She has her legs crossed crossed at the ankles. The heel of her right foot is resting on the artificial curved stone table, causing her sole to wrinkle greatly. I can only see the side of her right foot. Her achilles is resting on the part of her leg where leg meets foot. Her left sole is directly facing me. Her sole looks smooth, and slightly pale. I stare for a moment, then I realize someone might see me in this special sort of trance, and follow my eyes to her feet.
I yank my eyes off her sole, a tough thing for someone like me to do.
I glance around the room to try and keep my mind off of Kelly's beautiful, wrinkled sole.
I notice that Tiffany is nervously pacing around the room.
The silence breaks as Halie speaks.
"Tiff. Is something wrong?" She asks curiously.
Tiffany stops her pacing and looks up at Halie.
"No. I'm just waiting for my phone to charge." She says.
The way she says it kind of pisses me off. I don't even really know why, it just does.
"You had me worrying something was wrong, and it's just your phone?" Asks Halie, sounding upset.
"Well, we aren't doing anything except sitting. When are we even gonna play?" She asks.
I feel a heat building between the two.
Halie sits up from her seat.
"Just wait. Your phone isn't important. Your always on it anyway." Halie says slumping back down. As she slumps down her black yoga pants pull tight, and I see the outline of her mound. I stare for only about 3 seconds, until she realizes part of her pussy is visable to the whole room. She stands up and slightly pulls them down, grabbing them down by her knees. Then she pulls the bottom half of her shirt down past her waist. She looks around and realizes no one else but me saw. She lightly blushes. I feel a heat build in my pants.
"Ok guys." My sister says jumping up from her seat.
"It's Matt and Tiffany this round. So get going you two!" She dictates again.
We all set our shot glasses down. Kelly slowly gets up.
"Wow, the vodka is really...*slight burp*-gettin' to me." She mumbles.
I start to wonder how I'm not feeling drunk. After 15 beers and vodka, I should be hovering my head over the toilet right now. But for some reason I'm not feeling any of the drink.
I take off down the hallway, I see in the reflection of my glasses that Tiffany is following closely behind. I stop as she shuts the family room door, and turns around and starts running with me. She follows me around the house. I can't find a good spot for us to hide.
I turn to run upstairs but almost run right into a group of girls just now coming out to find us.
"Umph." I grunt startled and trying to stop. I spin back around and I round the corner of the stairs and almost run right into Tiffany.
"Let's go hurry follow me!" I whisper frantically to her.
I sprint through the large living room, and right into the small guest bedroom, and Tiffany runs into the room with me. I quietly shut the door. I wonder how the girls didn't see us while I was running up the stairs. I dive under the bed and scoot all the way against the wall. It's a king size bed, so Tiffany really has no trouble sliding in. The bottom of the bed has a thick, black mesh-like fabric that helps keep the huge mattress up.
The comforter hangs off the side and foot of the bed, almost hitting the floor, but not quite.
The lamp on the small desk emits just enough light that I can see around. The dark, polished oak floor is cold on my right side. I stare at Tiffany's long blonde hair as it lays on the floor.
"Shit, what happened on the stairs?" She asks out of breathe. Her head is facing the open room, quite possibly looking at the door.
"I just about ran into the girls, and I have no fucking clue how they didn't see me." I tell her, also out of breathe.
"Huh, that close huh?" She asks.
"Yeah, pretty damn close." I respond with a smart ass remark.
With my back up against the wall, my tattoo is starting to hurt. Then I start thinking about the events that happened less than 20 minutes ago with Halie. Shit. I realize my cock is starting to pulse thinking about Halie.
Suddenly I feel Tiffany move, and her hip or something like that presses right onto my hard-on. I shiver, and she turns her head and faces me.
