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This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.
If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. No hamsters were injured or killed when I wrote this story. Does anyone ever read this? Never mind. If you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.
A great thanks to Old Rotorhead for editing and proofing.
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"Come on. You just have to go over and ask her," Steve said.
"Yeah. And you know what happens? The same thing that always happens: She says no and as I walk away she will start snickering with her friend. I'm no good at it and girls can sense that a mile away. I'm okay, really."
"You're just going to ask her to dance," Steve grinned.
He liked to tease me about my shyness towards girls. I'm probably what you would call the classic nerd, although I'm fairly muscular. Sure, I'd had girlfriends but with long periods alone in between. Steve simply couldn't understand how I could live without getting laid at least six times a week. He was the kind of guy who could walk up to a girl and ask her if she wanted to fuck, and she would throw herself into his arms and say. "I've been waiting for you to say that all night." You know the kind of guy. His success rate when it came to his actual conquests was significantly lower, but he still had a more active sex life than I had. I wasn't a virgin, but my sex life would have read more like a short story than a novel.
Yes, you may ask why a shy bookworm and a daredevil Don Juan are best of friends and the answer is simple: Steve is my brother. We have always joked about not having the same father. Mum used to say that I was like the milkman and Steve more like the postman, but then Dad, our real dad, would argue that Steve was a carbon copy of Uncle John. Naturally, there was no doubt about who our father was. Our parents were deeply devoted to each other. I mean, if you can joke about something like that you really do trust each other. Anyway, we both had some of our father's looks.
It was Saturday night and we were at the local disco with some of our mates. I was only there because Steve had talked me into it and I'd been unable to come up with a good excuse. I had planned to study Sunday but that explanation wasn't good enough and Steve had insisted. I'd only planned to stay for a couple of beers and go home early. Studying with a massive hangover was futile.
Steve gave up his attempt to get me out on the dance floor and went out hunting while I went to the toilet. When I returned he was on the floor with a beautiful girl, his hands firmly gripping her behind. Naturally, she looked at Steve with bedroom eyes. I went back to our table and the rest of my beer. I'd planned to finish it and then leave, but before could do any such thing a young girl came over.
"Hi. Do you wanna dance?" she asked.
I looked up at her. She was very pretty. Not the kind of girl Steve would hit on but just the kind of girl I liked. Natural looking with less makeup, and cover-up, than the glamour-girls Steve adored. She had freckles, too, and I loved freckled girls. I must have looked flabbergasted. My first thought was: "It never happens to me", but strangely it just had.
"Yes, but I'm a horrible dancer," I managed to utter.
"It's okay. I'll lead," she said with a smile that made my knees weak.
I was a hazard on the dance floor, but her feet survived. We only had one dance, though, but I was invited over to her table. She was at the disco with a friend and we all got introduced. My dance partner's name was Vicki, her friend's name was Lea and for your information my name is Dave. With that out of the way we sat and chatted for a short while until Vicki asked a strange question.
"So, are you enjoying your last night of freedom?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Vicki looked surprised.
"Your friend told me that this was your stag night. Aren't you getting married?"
As she said it I could see a look of doubt on her face. I suddenly knew exactly what had happened.
"God damn, Steve," I said out loud. "I'm sorry, Vicki. I think my brother has been up to one of his funny little games. I'm not going to be married. I don't even have a girlfriend and my brother finds that quite disturbing, so he tried to fix me up with your. I'm sorry."
I got up but Vicki reached out and grabbed my arm.
"Wait a sec," she said and turned to Lea, whispering something to her. Lea whispered back to Vicki and they giggled. Girls giggling together always make me insecure and I was really losing my nerve. I just wanted to run. Her hand on my arm didn't hold me back physically, but the warm, soft touch felt so nice that it paralysed me. Vicki turned to me.
"Sit down," she said. "We'll teach your brother a lesson."
"I'm not really sure..." I started but Vicki cut me off.
"Don't worry, it's nothing bad," Vichy said.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
The girls giggled again but this time it felt less intimidating. I sat down again.
"We were thinking about going back to my place," Vicki said. "Just seeing you walk out of here with two girls should make your smart-arse brother a bit jealous, don't you think?"
It would undoubtedly surprise him if I went off with a girl after one dance. Leaving with two girls was bound to get his attention. I nodded smiling.
"Ready to leave then?" Vicki asked.
"I'll just say goodbye," I said.
Steve was still on the dance floor.
"I'm leaving," I said.
"Don't be such a drag. Stay and have some fun," Steve replied.
"I'm leaving with them," I said and pointed to Vicki and Lea. "See you tomorrow."
I didn't wait for his reply but it read "What! Them? You?" all over his face. Maybe because it was all a joke I put my arms around the girl's shoulders and walked out of the Disco like a real Casanova with his latest catch.
It turned out that Vicki lived with her parents in a big house in the rich part of town. Neither Vicki nor Lea seemed to fit the spoiled rich kid stereotype; actually, they were both nice. Vicki's parents weren't home and Lea was staying over to keep her company. I had expected to walk them home and say goodnight, but the girls had other plans and invited me in for a drink. I felt pretty comfortable in their company and accepted. I would still be able to study Sunday, even if I had one more drink.
"Do your brother often play that kind of tricks?" Lea wanted to know.
"No. He just think that all men should be like him and run around chasing girls all the time."
"He looks like that kind of guy," Vicki said. "We'll make sure he'll be jealous."
They both began to giggle again. I thought we had dealt with that part of their plan and was a bit puzzled.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
It only made them giggle more. Vicki whispered something to Lea.
"No, you do it," Lea said and pushed Vicki playfully.
"OK. We..." Vicki giggled timidly and started over. "Sometimes Lea and I go out together, like tonight, when my parents are out and we can stay here and bring some boys home. Not that we do that all the time. We usually go home alone and we... you know, talk about boys and stuff. Lea have some wild fantasies that she never dares to tell the boys and..."
"Vicki!" Lea yelled and punched her shoulder.
"You do!" Vicki said and punched her back.
"As if you haven't!" Lea replied.
Vicki turned to me again. "We've talked about... things and you seemed like an okay kind of guy and your brother deserves a little lesson. We decided that this was the night to do something wild."
"Wild?" I asked.
I understood what she was saying, at least I thought I did, and it was kind of beyond my imagination to fully visualise it.
"Like get it on, the three of us," Vicki said and, seeing the dumbfounded look on my face, added: "Don't worry. We're not fanatical lesbians just waiting to cut your dick off."
She was blushing furiously and Lea was giggling nervously next to her on the couch. Not knowing what to say or do I just blurted out a "Wow!" An awkward silence followed. Unexpectedly it was Lea who took the next step.
"Don't you think your parents bedroom will be best," she asked Vicki.
Vicki stood up, took Lea's hand and pulled her up.
"We'll just be a sec," Vicki said. "We'll come down and get you when we are ready."
They ran upstairs and left me a lone for what felt like an hour but was less than five minutes.
"Come on up here," Vicki called from the top of the stairs.
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