The straps on Gary's backpack were really starting to hurt his shoulders. He'd been walking mostly since he got off the bus 2 hours ago. The dark, cool night air and the long walk were taking their toll on his resolve to find the two girls from the bar where the bus had stopped a few days ago, but he was too far into it now to stop. He had gotten lost when his smartphone battery gave out and he couldn't use Google maps until he sat at a convenience store he wandered across, after almost an hour of searching, to charge it. He couldn't even ask for directions because the address was in his phone and he hadn't memorized it. He thought he was close to the address of the gorgeous blond and her equally beautiful red headed friend, but he didn't think he could just ask the mini-mart guy if he knew how to find their house without describing them and sounding a bit ropey in the process.
But they had flirted with him at the bar, even though they knew he was a lowly bus passenger. And he was on an adventure to see the sights on the cheap, and they seemed like they'd be a good part of any adventure, plus they offered him a bed for free. At the bar, the minute the offer came up, he did the math in his head and answered as if he hadn't thought about it at all "I'll be there, but it will be late." That didn't seem to be a problem and they quoted the address while he entered it in his phone.
"Yeah, late," he thought. "I'll probably get shot or arrested just trying to get to this place or when I knock on the door at 1:00 AM".
Finally, after his rest at the mini-mart, he could resume his walk to the girls' address. It was a small, ranch style home with a decent front yard and two compact Japanese cars in the driveway. There was no porch light on, but he could see through the small window in the door that a light was on somewhere, so he knocked.
He could see blondie coming to the door, and even though the glass distorted his view, he could tell she had on a man's collared shirt and nothing else below it except a pair of slippers. She peeked out, saw it was a friend and opened the door for him. "Hello!" she excitedly greeted him and held her highball glass to one side while she leaned in to hug him, putting the other hand on his back to pull him to her. "Brit and I figured you were just blowing smoke back at the bar and we'd never see you. Wow, good for you, come in and put your pack down right there. Don't carry it a second more."
He stepped in as she stepped back. He closed the door behind him, dropped his pack and took off his jacket. Blondie turned around and started walking towards the light in the back. "Brit's in the kitchen," she said as she walked taking a pretty big pull from her drink afterwards.
"Man, thanks for taking me in like this," Gary said. He had a great view of her back. The shirt stopped as close to the bottom of her shapely, firm ass as it could get. Another inch and he'd see the bottom of her ass checks as she walked. Plus it gave him a great view of her long, slender legs. It was a little dim in the house, but he could tell she had a decent tan on her legs.
"Oh my GOD, Sarah!" Brittany exclaimed as Sarah led Gary into the kitchen. She put down her water glass full of some light brown liquid and Stepped into Gary, hugging him with both arms. He returned the hug and could tell she had on no bra, both because his hands felt no bra strap under her tshirt and her large soft breasts pressed unhindered against his chest through his tshirt. He could also tell that the liquid in the glass was alcoholic. He could smell it on her breath. The long, cold walk was becoming a distant memory as he started to warm up from his groin outward.
Brit released him and stepped back. "Wanna drink?" she asked as she turned and reached up into the cupboard for another glass, causing her shirt to ride up and exposing about half of her white backside. Gary could see some of her pink thong, but not much of it.
"Of course, he wants a drink, dumbass. It's 40 degrees out there and the poor guy's been walking for, what, an hour?" Sarah told her. She was right, he did want a drink and he also wanted to get comfortable. He had only intended to crash on the couch and have some good conversation and hot meal with these girls. They were friendly in the bar and flirted a little, but nothing they did there made him expect the pajama party he seemed to have walked into. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he would find them alone or living with parents or boyfriends when they invited him to come.
Brit served him a healthy portion of his own brown liquid over ice. He took a long pull. It was whiskey and it burned pleasantly as he swallowed. "Thanks. I really needed that," he said with a genuine smile.
The girls sat, Brit jumped on the counter deftly, and Sarah took a kitchen chair, sitting with the back to her side, resting her arm on it lazily. Gary leaned on the counter across from Brit. They talked easily for a while. The whole time Gary tried not to stare at the long exposed legs the girls were sharing with him unabashedly, Sarah's nicely tanned, and Brit's porcelain white. Sarah's shirt was unbuttoned about 3 down from the collar, and Gary could tell she had no bra on either. Sometimes when she laughed at something, she would rock forward enough to give Gary a tantalizing view down her cleavage, and he assessed that she had very healthy, plump breasts and he guessed they were natural by the shape they made with no bra forming them.
Everyone's glasses were refilled at least twice and Gary was seriously buzzed. The girls were also pretty tipsy, as they must have started before Gary arrived. Their flirtations increased in intensity and bawdiness. Gary realized that he was half aroused and was starting to worry about hiding a full boner while he talked to these girls. He closed his eyes as he took a pull from his glass. When he brought the glass down, he could swear Sarah was looking right at his junk, but she took a drink to cover it. He looked at Brit and she eye contact while smiling brightly.
They talked for 20 or 30 minutes, the jokes and topics becoming bolder in nature. Talk about old boyfriends and girlfriends, and what they did or didn't do, things of the innocent nature: "Opened the door for me," "scratched my CD's", "Watched too much TV." Then, gradually, it turned into "He always fell asleep after sex," and "Seriously, he was great, but can you say 'micro-penis'", "She didn't like me to touch her boobs about 28 days of the month". Then Sarah looked right at Gary's face and said, "and he never liked when I would make out with Brit. Weird, Huh?" Gary tried not to look shocked, but couldn't help smiling. "Yeah. What a dumbass," he said as he took a pull from his glass, trying to look cool and casual.
The conversation finally ran dry. Gary was extremely attracted to both girls, and had pretty much resigned himself to standing in the kitchen talking to two half dressed girls while sporting a full boner under his jeans. They either didn't notice, or were too polite to say anything about it. It looked like the flirting and bold behavior had run its course and Gary didn't think he could move forward with either one of the girls without making it really awkward for all of them, so he finally said "well, I need to get some sleep. Where do I set up?"
"Oh, well we only have two bedrooms, and as much as you'd like to see Brit and I sleep together, I think it's better if you just sleep on the couch. It's pretty comfy. I fall asleep there watching porn sometimes." Gary could tell that Sarah was joking.
The girls went to bed and Gary stripped down to his boxers and slid under the blankets they had given him. Compared to sleeping in his tent, the couch was a 5-star hotel bed, and before he could turn the lamp next to the couch off, he was asleep.