I saw that time was getting short, we had a little over three hours left before Julie's parents arrived and we still had to try out the Twister game. In addition to Twister there was the condition of the living room. It was a mess and not just because of the raunchy nature of our activities, food and beer had both been spilled or dropped everywhere. I wanted to leave at least forty-five minutes for cleaning up the house. In the back of my mind I kept seeing a familiar sitcom scenario where the parents would arrive at the house two hours earlier than they were supposed to. The difference between the sitcom version and what would really happen was that Julie's parents would find her daughter doing more than just drinking alcohol.
Surprisingly enough, the girls' enthusiasm for my various schemes remained unwavering. Their eyes still glittered with mischievous anticipation. I quickly unfurled the Twister pad, and only having a superficial understanding of how to play the game, was forced to waste precious minutes reading the instructions. The girls, meanwhile lost their focus and started commenting on how slutty Brittney Spears was.
"Okay, I guess everything's ready. Host goes first as is usual but first, girls may I recommend you re-apply some hot oil to your delectable bodies and after we finish with Twister we'll head to the shower. Afterwards we'll clean up this mess." As we lost more time my tone of voice became more and more business-like which nearly threatened the casual atmosphere I had worked so hard to build up.
The girls, I assume to conserve more time, just poured some oil on each of their bodies before Julie went on top Amanda and began to rub the oil over both of their bodies. I couldn't help but forget about the Twister game, for the time being, to appreciate the scene and get in touch with my personal growth once again. Julie, hearing the beat of the beating of my meat smiled saucily and made things even more interesting for me.