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.
"Her and me," Emma said, also giggling nervously. Her hand slid up higher, resting on my cock and she squeezed as I made a strangled sound.
"We're just along for the ride, so to speak, and to make sure they follow through," Meg offered from the front seat. She twisted around giving me a little wink. "Although, you're pretty cute and I'm not adverse to joining in if it looks like fun."
"Ladies..." I cleared my throat and shook my head, resting my hand on top of Emma's to encourage her through-the-pants handjob. "You have made me day."
"What would you like us to do first?" Cindy asked, sounding excited. "We don't have to wait for the hotel to get started."
I only hesitated for a moment. After all, who was I to try and thwart such an eager attitude? "I want to watch you and Emma kiss... but Emma, keep your hand where it is."
The two girls shrugged and then leaned in towards each other, while the two in the front giggled. I could see them both looking in the mirrors to watch Emma and Cindy as they started kissing. They got into it immediately and I was treated to an up close and personal look at how fucking hot two girls are when they've got their tongues in each other's mouths. This was a real-life wet dream...
By the time we'd gotten to the hotel, my cock felt like it was going to blow and Emma and Cindy had progressed on to groping each other. Cindy had to pop her boob back into her top when we parked, unfortunately, but I knew I'd be seeing her naked soon enough so I contained my impatience.
Walking through the lobby of the hotel with four beautiful women, two of them on my arms fawning over me and the other two following behind and giggling, was a surreal experience. I got envious looks, disbelieving looks, disgusted looks, and I felt like a fucking god. It was like something out of a movie - definitely not a situation I'd ever thought I'd be living.
When we got to my hotel room, Meg and Beth immediately settled onto the couch while Emma and Cindy practically skipped over to the bed. Cindy tossed herself onto it, laying out in a seductive pose while Emma sat down more calmly before leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs slightly, making the short skirt she was wearing ride up.
"Alright Wade, we're all yours," Cindy purred, sliding her hand from her hip up to her breast, which was in danger of falling out of her top again. The low cut of her shirt and the size of her tits made it a definite possibility. "What would you like us to do?"
The ideas that spilled through my head were chaotic, the results of too many teenage fantasies, clashing with the fact that I still couldn't quite believe my good fortune. Part of me was still waiting for something to go terribly terribly wrong. Still, I wasn't going to back down now.
"I want you and Emma to kiss each other some more, and take off each other's clothes." I grinned. "If you want to grope and touch each other, I'm definitely not going to object."
Giggling, with an air of silliness, the two of them immediately started kissing and fondling each other. The biggest difference between this and a porn was that they weren't even pretending to be turned on by it. They were having fun with it, but it wasn't serious for them. On the couch, Meg and Beth were leaning into each other, whispering and giggling. For some reason, that actually helped me to relax.