Kimmy was watching from the window in the den, which overlooked the driveway. "He just pulled in, he just pulled in." She squealed as she ran and jumped on the bed. Her blond hair tumbling down her shoulders and her white baby doll pjs seem to float around her. When she landed on the bed, it made a small wave in the water bed and bounced the other two girls causing them all to break into a fit of giggles.
Ginger and Diane fell onto the bed, laughing. They were wearing identical baby doll pjs – all three had gone shopping at the mall and bought matching outfits for this night. This night, just like some of their other adventures, had started as a joke. The joking had turned to planning and now, here they were. The three girls were all nervous and not sure where exactly this night would go. They had lied to their parents – each one telling their parents that they were sleeping at the other girl's house.
The girls didn't really have to answer to anyone – they were all going to college at the end of the summer. This was their last fling before they had to buckle down and work hard. This was their final adventure together – all three girls had picked different colleges, in different parts of the country. They had planned this for weeks, talked about him for months.
The girls had babysat for this family for years. They knew the kids so well and they also knew the family's routine. The mother had taken the three girls to the beach for a week, leaving the dad home alone. Each of them had a school girl crush on him. He was tall, dark and handsome. An average American guy. Black curly hair at the top of his over six-foot frame. Tan from working in the sun on the construction site; and always joking and smiling. He had become the conversation at the lunch table in the cafeteria for the past several years amongst the girls.
"Girls, pipe down – we have to listen to see when he is coming up the steps." Ginger warned quietly.
"Get under the covers, and pull the covers up to your chins. We don't want him to see what we have on yet." Diane said as she climbed into the bed, fanning her long black hair over the pillow.
Ginger jumped in between Diane and Kimmy. They lay there, listening and hearing only the pounding of their hearts in their ears. "He must have gone to check the mail – I haven't heard the front door close yet." Ginger whispered.
Diane looked out the picture window across the room from the bed, watching the sun setting. It was late June, the air was still, all the house windows were open as it was an older house and they didn't have air conditioning. Despite the fact that is was rather warm in the room, she had goose bumps on her skin. What if they had read the signals wrong? What if he sent them packing – how humiliating it would be and having to find another summer job would suck.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound two floors below of the front door closing. The girls knew it had only been minutes since he had pulled in the driveway; but it was feeling like hours. They were ready to jump out of their skin – the waiting, the anticipation. The girls froze as they heard him whistling, ascending the stairs. His footsteps took them one step at a time closer to the evening's festivities.
Kimmy couldn't contain herself, the giggles overcame her and she tried to contain them in vain – her body shaking causing the waves to roll in the bed again. The waves had a ripple effect not only on the bed but in the girls themselves. Soon all three were shaking with the giggles. His footsteps paused on the landing, his whistling slowing. He had to have heard them.
As he pushed open his bedroom door, the laughter could no longer be contained. All three erupted into hysterical laughter as he stepped into the bedroom. "Well, what do we have here?" His brow was furrowed, a slight grin on his face as he looked at them.
All three girls sat up at once, the comforter falling from them in seemingly slow motion. Their breasts jiggled as they laughed and their nipples were visible to him through the thin fabric of the lingerie. He looked at their faces, the tears now rolling down their cheeks as they hiccupped and gasped trying to catch their breath. One or two giggled in between the gasps. The setting sun shining reds and yellows, purples and pinks through the picture window and shining on their blonde and black hair. Have I died and gone to heaven he thought?
The girls looked at him, standing in the doorway to his bedroom, his briefcase falling from his hands as he heard Ginger say, "Are you going to get undressed and join us? You probably need to be pampered after your hard day at work." She purred.
He still was just standing there, staring – his briefcase at his feet.
"Let us help him out girls!!" Kimmy said as all three rose from the bed.
He watched all three rise, their baby doll pjs only covering to the top of their thighs, their naked legs and bare feet walking towards him. He could see the curves of their calves as they padded closer to him; their white matching panties just barely visible beneath the flowing baby doll tops. Three sets of breasts swinging loose underneath the cotton fabric. Ginger with her short black hair and slender neck. Kimmy with her long blonde hair, curves along her hips and thighs and Diane with her long black hair and larger breasts.
In a second there were six hands on him. Unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants. He closed his eyes; this had to be a dream. He had flirted with these girls – but never dreamed they would be really flirting back. He was almost 15 years their senior.
His eyes flew open as he felt several hands pulling his jeans down and other hands tugging his shirt down his arms. Soft hands roaming his body, like silk sliding over his skin. Soft, wet lips on him that sent shocks under his skin every place they touched.
He stared for a moment at Ginger, her erect nipples holding the material of her baby dolls so it floated around her, he could see the silhouette of her breasts and flat stomach as the light from the picture window shone through her baby dolls.
Kimmy kissed him quickly and then all three of them pulled him to the bed. As the girls crawled onto the bed, he saw the open cooler with beer – his beer out of the fridge – chilling by the bed. Diane followed his eyes and pulled a beer from the cooler. She twisted off the cap, he watched the cold water running down her wrist and drip onto the comforter. She held the beer out to him. He looked past the beer, watched her chest rising and falling.
"Lay down Mr. Jamison." Ginger's hands in his, pulling him onto the bed.
Diane quickly added, "We thought you might like a full body massage after working all day."
He laid down on his stomach, pulling a pillow under his folded arms, propping up his chin. Kimmy handed him the cold beer and he took a long pull. What did these girls really expect? He suddenly felt self conscious in his boxers, surrounded by hot, young flesh. He heard movement, the water moving beneath him and the girls moving around him. He jumped slightly as he felt something warm and liquid being dripped onto his upper arms, back, legs and on the soles of his feet.
