I woke up to the sound of someone pounding on my front door. I cracked open one bleary eye and checked the clock. Two in the goddamn morning. I wondered who the hell it could be this late at night. I'd just spent the past week putting in overtime at the office. There was a major client project going down, and while I wasn't team lead I did have a major part to play. That meant a lot of late nights and early mornings. I hadn't managed to make it home before ten at night all week and that was after being at the office at seven in the morning. Today had been no exception. Here it was Friday night, or more accurately, Saturday morning, and some asshole was pounding on my door.
I sighed, got up, and grabbed a robe. I didn't need whoever it was to see me in my boxers. A brief panicked thought flicked through my foggy brain that it might be some sort of home invasion situation. I thought about calling the cops, but decided I'd at least see who it was first. For all I knew it was some drunken neighborhood kids. Usually they knocked and ran away first. Whoever was pounding on my door definitely wanted me to see them.
I flicked the curtain in my living room to one side so I could see who was standing on my front porch, and who should I see but my neighbor, Vicki. Vicki was the neighborhood MILF who lived next door, who I'd hooked up with about a month ago. We kept missing each other since then, our two schedules never quite lining up with each other. It didn't stop me from thinking about her when I jerked off though, just the opposite. It looked like there was someone standing next to her, but I couldn't quite make her out as she was standing right outside the light cast by the streetlamp outside my house.
Reassured someone wasn't trying to break in so they could kill me and be disappointed by the quality of my crap, I unlocked and opened the door.
"Vicki," I said, my voice still thick with sleep. I admit, I really probably didn't look my best what with my bleary eyes, unshaved stubble, and sleep messed hair. I looked over at her friend, tall and well-built with dark eyes and hair. She was dressed in a shimmery, silver dress with a plunging neckline and platform heels that made her taller than me. Vicki was in a short green ensemble and spiked heels, but she still came to just under my chin. Vicki made up with it with her generous D-cups and curves like a mountain road. "What can I do for you?" I asked.
"I locked my keys in my car," Vicki said, pouting. "Now I can't get into my house. Oh, hey, this is my friend Simone. She's an old friend from out of town. I promised her a night out, and this is what we get."
Simone rolled her eyes. "I told you I wasn't interested in getting hit on by twenty-somethings, Vick," she said. She turned to me, lightly placed her hand on my shoulder. "Do you mind if we come in? It's not exactly warm out here."
"Oh sure, right," I said, moving out of the way. "Living room is there to the right. The light is there on the wall."
I winced as Simone turned on the light. Vicki followed her, swaying lightly. She paused when she reached me, slipping a hand around to grope my ass and plant a kiss on my cheek. "Thanks, sweetie."
"Did you need to call anybody? Triple A maybe?" Don't get me wrong, I like having two gorgeous women in my house as much as the next guy, but I was tired. Seriously, I could hear my pillow calling my name.
"Oh, yeah, we called them all right," Simone said. "They can't get anyone out here until tomorrow morning though. Can we stay here for the night? Vicki said that you'd be okay with it."
I sighed. "Okay, okay. Look, I've got a pull-out couch if you ladies don't mind sharing. I don't have much in the way of sleepwear though. Give me a second and I'll see what I can dig up."
"Thank you so much," Vicki said. She sprawled on the couch, her eyes half-lidded. I had no idea how drunk she was, but if I had to hazard a guess I'd say closer to four sheets than three.
I went back upstairs and rooted around a bit. A quick search yielded clean sheets, a couple of extra pillows and a couple of oversized t-shirts that I'd honestly outgrown but didn't have the heart to get rid of. Being a single guy living on my own it wasn't like I kept a regular supply of ladies' sleepwear on hand.
When I got back downstairs, Vicki was snoring softly, and Simone was looking at my cd collection. "I didn't think anyone still had these," she commented.
"Yeah, well, I haven't gone fully digital yet," I said. "Come on Vicki, up you get." Gently shaking her, I pulled her over to a chair so I could rearrange the furniture and pull out the couch. Simone helped me with it, giving me a lovely view down the front of her dress as she did so. I was still more interested in bed than anything else, though that balance was starting to shift.
"Here," I said, handing her one of the shirts. "Bathroom is through there, in case you wanted to change."
"Thanks."
"Come on Vicki, you too," I said. "You probably don't want to sleep in that dress."
"You just want to get me naked again," she said, reaching a hand up inside my robe and finding my half-hard cock through my boxers. "I know I want to play with you again."
"Vicki," I said, trying and failing to sound at least a bit stern. "Simone's here, remember? Besides, you're drunk. So, no."
"Spoil sport." She got up, still swaying, and kicked off her heels. She grabbed the shirt from me and walked toward the bathroom as Simone was leaving it. It was all I could do to keep from gawking. The shirt ended way above mid-thigh, almost to the point of being indecent. The way she walked, a sexy strut that made her hips sway hypnotically, entranced me.
I shook my head. They were staying at my place for the night, that was it. "Good night," I said, my voice a little thick.
She crooked a finger at me. I stepped closer. "Thank you," she said, leaning in to place a kiss on my lips. I thought I felt her tongue try to slip into my mouth, but it was gone so fast I wondered if I'd imagined it. My full-on hard-on told me I hadn't.
"Uh, kitchen's through there in case you need anything," I said. "See you in the morning."
"Good night," she purred after me.
