Author's note: Thank you to the reader who requested this story; it definitely took me outside my comfort zone and I had a fun time writing it. I hope everyone enjoys!
This story contains one man and multiple women and just about every kind of sex I could think of for them to have.
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There are moments in life, intersections if you will, where a person can choose what path they're going to go down. Not all paths are good. Not all paths lead where you think they'll go. But when you look back at your life, you'll see that moment - that intersection - and you'll realize that's what led you to the place you are now. And sometimes you wonder what would have happened if you'd chosen differently and taken a different path.
Very deep, I know, but what can I say, I'm a bit drunk and I'm standing at one of the most interesting intersections I've ever encountered.
First of all, it's the red light at Firefly Street and Serenity Ave (and God bless whoever chose street names for this fair city - Browncoats forever! - if you have no idea what I'm talking about, look it up, and you're welcome), and second of all I'm being propositioned by a car full of hot, half-naked young women. No joke, there's four of them and they're dressed to go clubbing on a hot July evening which, of course, means there's more skin showing than not. I fucking love summer. There's cleavage, midriffs, and thighs everywhere and it's glorious.
One of them, the blonde in the backseat, has my hand, while the brunette in the backseat is cuddled up behind her, looking at me with big, Bambie, fuck-me eyes. Another blonde is driving and the redhead in the passenger seat is licking her lips as she asks me if I want to a ride.
Why me?
I have no idea. I've always considered myself to be a decent looking guy, but it's not like I'm a Chris Hemsworth look alike or anything. My muscles are there, but they're not ripped. But somehow, someway, these girls want me to get in their - admittedly spacious - crossover and go to some unspecified location with them.
"You don't really want to walk do you?" the blonde holding my hand asks, half-leaning out the window, so that I have a ball-tightening view of her incredible cleavage. She bats blue eyes at me and I really want to say yes, but... what could these four women possibly want with just me? It's like the start of some bad horror flick. Or a porno. My dick thinks it's a great idea but my brain is resisting.
"Ah, yeah, actually, I think I'm just going to walk," I say, shame-faced at my decision. All of them make disappointed cooing noises and the blonde brushes my hand across her boob, the softness immediately making my dick perk up and call me all sorts of filthy names.
"Aww that's too bad," says boob blonde, giving my hand one last rub before reluctantly letting go.
My dick is screaming at me and my head actually hurts as she drops my hand. The light is still red. I could walk away. But I don't. Instead, all I can think about is that stupid Transformers movie when Shia Labeouf asks Megan Fox - when you look back at your life, don't you want to say you had the guts to get in the car?
Green flashes out of the corner of my eye - the light has changed - and I suddenly blurt out, "Wait! Yeah, I'd love a ride."
Despite my earlier reluctance, my change of heart (more like a change of who's driving my body - brain move over, dick is taking the wheel) has the ladies squealing and cheering. Blondie jumps out and practically pushes me into bitch position between her and the brunette before jumping in behind me. I can't help but look around the interior of the car for a camera - it would be just my luck to end up on some kind of candid camera reality show, where some poor schmuck thinks he's entered some kind of sexual fantasy heaven, only to find out he's been set up. But I don't see any cameras.
"So where are we headed?" asked blonde driver.
"Hunter and Fourth," I say, trying to not be too distracted by the fact that brunette has her hand on my thigh and blondie is actually sniffing me. "The Hilton there."
"You smell good," blonde says, leaning into me.
"Uh, thanks... I'm Wade, by the way," I say a little lamely, still trying to wrap my head around what's actually going on. Brunette's hand is creeping higher on my thigh and now blondie is touching her too.
"Cindy," blondie says in a husky tone, leaning into me, her breasts pressing against my arm. Yup, nice and soft.
"Emma." That's the brunette on my other side.
"Meg." The redhead in the passenger seat half-turns to give me a sultry smile.
"And I'm Beth," says the blonde driver.
"So Wade," Cindy says, breathlessly, as Emma's hand slides even higher, just brushing the underside of my balls and making my jaw clench. My cock is completely hard now and I'm pretty sure they both know it. "Don't you want to know why we picked you up?"
"I was wondering, yes," I said, praying that this wasn't the intersection I would look back at right before I died (probably a short time from now) as being the choice where it had all gone wrong and cursed my own stupidity.
"Well, we had a bet and well..." Cindy giggled. I got the feeling she was doing so because she was embarrassed, since her cheeks heated up to an attractive pink. "Short story, we'd like to go back to your hotel room and um, do whatever you'd like for the rest of the night."
"We being?" I asked, a little faintly. Holy fuck! This really was like a porno! Maybe those writers weren't as off base as I'd thought.
