Chapter 4: Tell and Show

Sara Crews and Misty were the last ones to return. They had taken some of the confection and glasses of milk to the youngsters upstairs, but found that both had fallen asleep on the couch. Misty was able to carry Samantha to bed, but Franklin had to be awakened. After both were settled into bed, Sara and Misty returned to the study.

After everyone settled down, Lesa again took charge. Looking at Leslie she speculated, "I take it you and Sara plan to share Marvin. Do you have a backup plan in case you're not with him when he's picked up? Is the polygamous relationship working for you?"

Sara looked at Leslie and took up the thread, "We could do without the humiliation and abuse, but it's bearable. I don't know what we'll do if he doesn't take us."

"You guys don't have anything to worry about," everyone was surprised to hear Misty's small voice. She rarely spoke up, but continued with, "At least you're both beautiful and have fantastic bodies. I have this awful mouth full of ugly teeth and absolutely nothing else to get a sponsor's attention. Even Lesa's Sara already has a better figure than I'll ever have," she lamented.

Stroking Misty's hair Janet disagreed, "You have a beautiful face, a cute butt, and a pussy to absolutely die for." Janet tried to keep her voice down so it wouldn't carry, but the acoustics of the room carried her words to everyone.

"The teeth aren't that bad; nothing that a good orthodontist can't fix in a year or so. If the rumors about Darjee medical technology are true then you could have perfect teeth in far less time if you're picked up by the Confederacy and sent to a colony," Lesa opined. "It's true that you have a boyish figure, but that turns a lot of guys on. You're a guy, Jake. Don't you find Misty attractive?"

"I'm..." put on the spot, Jake had nowhere to run. He knew that rejection would destroy the insecure girl. "Not an expert and have no experience, but yes. I think Misty is very attractive."

"But, do I turn you on? I bet you get hard just looking at Leslie and Sara's breasts. All I have is a couple of big nipples on a pair of mosquito bites." Misty pulled the bib away from her chest to display her torso.

"They look very sensitive. I'm surprised that they're not chafed from rubbing against that loose outfit." Jake responded.

Misty unhooked one of the shoulder straps from the bib and folded it over. "It's satin lined; otherwise it would rub me raw before I left the dorm." She unhooked the other side and folded it down. She turned from left to right giving Jake an unobstructed view of her chest; then asked, "Are these the tits of a girl you'd like to fuck?" She was getting tears in her eyes.

"Don't start crying. There're so many women out in public without tops these days that most of us guys are desensitized to them. You seem to think that just seeing Sara or Leslie's tits is enough to make a guy's blood supply race to his groin. They both have very beautiful breast that are, for all intents and purposes, as naked as yours right now, and I haven't jumped either one of them. Hell, I don't have a hard-on even with us focusing the conversation on their classic feminine features!" Jake exclaimed.

"What would it take to get you hard there, Jake?" Janet asked with an evil grin.

This was playing right into Lesa's hands, "Close your mouth Jake. Janet likes to go for maximum shock value. But I think she's directing us right into the heart of the matter. It seems that all of us have our sexual insecurities, even those whom we think no one could possibly turn down. Being the only male in the room makes this a statistically insignificant question in general, but what does turn you on, Jake? Is there anyone in this room that you would like to try out in bed? If you were to reject any or all of us, what would be the reason?"

Jake felt the eyes of all six females bore into him. He was in deep shit, and knew it. If he said he would fuck any of them, one of them might ask for proof. What could he say? "Do I need a reason to be turned on or to not be turned on? I believe that sexual excitement is an undefined quality that's not quantifiable."

"That's rhetorical bullshit!" Misty exclaimed. "What do I have that could possibly compete with Sara, Leslie, Janet, Lesa, or even Sara there?"

"Well, fiery enthusiasm for one thing," Jake remarked.

"I think your tight ass and puffy labia would beckon any guy to step up and give you a poke," Janet added with a reassuring smile.

"You keep comparing yourself to us, Misty," Leslie remarked. "Marvin has expressed dissatisfaction with each of our asses in the last couple of days. It would surprise me if yours didn't have more of an affect on Jake here than either of ours."

"A challenge has been made," Lesa noted, "are you willing to act as judge of female derrieres, Jake? You've actually seen most of all three already. Misty, step around here between Leslie and Sara. Step behind them, Jake. Good, now Misty, unfasten your shorts and slide them down." Leslie and Sara were holding up the hems of their skirts baring their shapely buns. "To be fair, you two need to remove your skirts, girls."

When the pleated folds hit the floor Jake was staring at three, very desirable derrieres.

"Wow," was all Jake could say, "Wow."

"Well, I can tell you that there is no clear winner," Lesa remarked, "His eyeballs have not settled on any one rump."

Laughing, Janet suggested, "Stand with your feet a shoulder's width apart and lean over the table."

As they completed the maneuver, Jake's eyes snapped to the juncture of Misty's thighs.

"We have a winner," Lesa remarked as she stood to take a peek. "Oh, my," was all she could say when she could see Misty from the rear. Misty's plush labia filled the gap between her thighs below the half moons of her butt.

"I'll bet even the stoic Jake has wood looking at that tender morsel," Janet said with a giggle.

Leslie and Sara leaned back to get a look before Misty straightened up. "Wow," they both said in concert and unconsciously reached toward it. Misty squatted down and grabbed her shorts. Her plump inner labia hung at least three-quarters of an inch below the outer labia and was silhouetted by the dark wood of the flooring.

"Don't you dare hide," Lesa admonished. "Stand up, turn around, and look at the reaction you've invoked."

Turning her head as she stood, she caught the look of amazement in Jake's eyes before he remembered himself, and shook his head to recover some of his addled thoughts. But, as Misty completed the turn Jake's IQ plunged to single digits when he caught sight of the plush outer lips retracting, forcing the wet inner lips further out into the open. Jake had a serious lump in the groin of his jeans that extended well down his right leg. Catching each other's stare, both attempted to cover their embarrassing display with their hands.