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We all sat around the large family room, in awkward silence. Me and Halie occasionally catching each others eyes. All five of us each had one shot glass, and we were sipping slowly. I sat in my dads leather recliner in the far right corner of the room, and Halie sat in the other recliner in the opposite corner. Kelly was sitting on the large couch in the middle of the room, resting her feet on the large curved table that went along with the couch. Kampbell is sitting on the other end of the couch that Kelly is currently dozing off on. My sister is playing with her shot glass, and staring into it.
I don't know why, but something pops into my head. My mind opens up a file cabinet and starts sorting through what I love on a girl.
1-A - Blonde
2-A - Feet
3-A - Blue eyes
4-A - Pubic hair.
What? I think to myself. I'm not a fan of pubic hair, but personally I think pubic hair tells a lot about a girl's personality. Something that matters to me, but not many other people. I like SOME hair on a girl's mound, but I don't want my future wife coming at me looking like a ZZ Top concert going on down there. (Look up ZZ Top if you don't get it)
I look over at Kelly, and she is dozing off, but slightly trying to fight it by lightly jerking her head back up, but then dozing off again. I trail my eyes from her face, down her body, then her legs, which are currently covered by extremely short jean shorts. Then I look down to her feet. She has her legs crossed crossed at the ankles. The heel of her right foot is resting on the artificial curved stone table, causing her sole to wrinkle greatly. I can only see the side of her right foot. Her achilles is resting on the part of her leg where leg meets foot. Her left sole is directly facing me. Her sole looks smooth, and slightly pale. I stare for a moment, then I realize someone might see me in this special sort of trance, and follow my eyes to her feet.
I yank my eyes off her sole, a tough thing for someone like me to do.
I glance around the room to try and keep my mind off of Kelly's beautiful, wrinkled sole.
I notice that Tiffany is nervously pacing around the room.
The silence breaks as Halie speaks.
"Tiff. Is something wrong?" She asks curiously.
Tiffany stops her pacing and looks up at Halie.
"No. I'm just waiting for my phone to charge." She says.
The way she says it kind of pisses me off. I don't even really know why, it just does.
"You had me worrying something was wrong, and it's just your phone?" Asks Halie, sounding upset.
"Well, we aren't doing anything except sitting. When are we even gonna play?" She asks.
I feel a heat building between the two.
Halie sits up from her seat.
"Just wait. Your phone isn't important. Your always on it anyway." Halie says slumping back down. As she slumps down her black yoga pants pull tight, and I see the outline of her mound. I stare for only about 3 seconds, until she realizes part of her pussy is visable to the whole room. She stands up and slightly pulls them down, grabbing them down by her knees. Then she pulls the bottom half of her shirt down past her waist. She looks around and realizes no one else but me saw. She lightly blushes. I feel a heat build in my pants.
"Ok guys." My sister says jumping up from her seat.
"It's Matt and Tiffany this round. So get going you two!" She dictates again.
We all set our shot glasses down. Kelly slowly gets up.
"Wow, the vodka is really...*slight burp*-gettin' to me." She mumbles.
I start to wonder how I'm not feeling drunk. After 15 beers and vodka, I should be hovering my head over the toilet right now. But for some reason I'm not feeling any of the drink.
I take off down the hallway, I see in the reflection of my glasses that Tiffany is following closely Kartal Escort (http://www.escortgb.com/) behind. I stop as she shuts the family room door, and turns around and starts running with me. She follows me around the house. I can't find a good spot for us to hide.
I turn to run upstairs but almost run right into a group of girls just now coming out to find us.
"Umph." I grunt startled and trying to stop. I spin back around and I round the corner of the stairs and almost run right into Tiffany.
"Let's go hurry follow me!" I whisper frantically to her.
I sprint through the large living room, and right into the small guest bedroom, and Tiffany runs into the room with me. I quietly shut the door. I wonder how the girls didn't see us while I was running up the stairs. I dive under the bed and scoot all the way against the wall. It's a king size bed, so Tiffany really has no trouble sliding in. The bottom of the bed has a thick, black mesh-like fabric that helps keep the huge mattress up.
The comforter hangs off the side and foot of the bed, almost hitting the floor, but not quite.
The lamp on the small desk emits just enough light that I can see around. The dark, polished oak floor is cold on my right side. I stare at Tiffany's long blonde hair as it lays on the floor.
"Shit, what happened on the stairs?" She asks out of breathe. Her head is facing the open room, quite possibly looking at the door.
"I just about ran into the girls, and I have no fucking clue how they didn't see me." I tell her, also out of breathe.
"Huh, that close huh?" She asks.
"Yeah, pretty damn close." I respond with a smart ass remark.
With my back up against the wall, my tattoo is starting to hurt. Then I start thinking about the events that happened less than 20 minutes ago with Halie. Shit. I realize my cock is starting to pulse thinking about Halie.
Suddenly I feel Tiffany move, and her hip or something like that presses right onto my hard-on. I shiver, and she turns her head and faces me.
Busted.
"Matt, stop poking me." She says, and turns back around to watch the door.
I decide to play it off.
"My bad." I say.
She moves again, and her hip bumps my growing cock. She turns around to face me again.
"Ok I said stop so-" She cuts off, and looks down at the bulge in my jeans.
Shit!
"I'm sorry. Please, don't say anything." I say to her.
She looks at my face, then into my eyes. A slight grin runs across her face.
"Oh yeah, you are one of those foot boys, right?" She asks seductively.
"I THOUGHT I saw you looking at Kelly's feet a few minutes ago." She says with a smile.
I have NOTHING going through my brain when she says that. Tiffany can't keep secrets, and I know that because she once found a playboy magazine under my bed, and she told everyone in the house about it.
She turns her head up slightly so I'm able to see only half of her face.
"Well here, I'll take care of it." She says.
My eyes go wide, and my heart begins beating so fast I'm surprised she can't hear it.
She rotates her body so her feet are right in front of my face. She lays on her left side, so her soles are facing me. She twists her back and uses her hand to undo my pants, and slides my member out of my pants. This isn't happening. I think. No way.
She starts jerking me off, and I stare at her dancing soles, and I start to inhale deeply through my nose, taking in her slightly strong scent. They smell amazing. I use my left hand to hold her feet in place as I sniff between her toes. I'm in heaven right now with this vixen jerking me off, and letting me worship her pale, immaculate feet. I stick my tongue out and lick between every one of her toes, inhaling deeply as I do so. I hold her arches together, with the side of her Yakacık Escort (http://www.escortgb.com/) left foot on the floor. I dart my tongue between her arches, as I feel Tiffany's hand start jerking with even more force. I kiss and lick her soft, pale soles. I'm on cloud 9.
To my chagrin, after only about two minutes of all of this, I feel the urge to release. Inside, I feel embarrassed, because I'm ready to explode after two minutes. How fucking embarrassing.
I decide to just go along with it, mostly because I don't think she was expecting me to last long anyway.
"Tiff... I'm gonna." Is all I manage to whisper. I expect her to stop jerking, but she pulls a corkscrew move on my cock, jerking me but twisting her hand slightly as she does so. I feel the pain hitting me with more force.
As the pain grows immensely, I take her right foot, and hold her sole tightly to my chest, and I lift her left foot with my other hand, I kiss hard into her sole, smelling in between her toes as I do so.
Tiffany let's go of my cock.
Instinctively, as soon as she lets go, I slightly buck. Then the pain reaches my brain, and I feel a crippling pain pulse through my cock and balls.
"Tiff-. You-. Wha-, why?" I ask in pain, struggling to get my words out.
"Matt, treasure the moment, edge a little baby." She says in a sweet, sexy tone.
She wanted me to have a more intense orgasm, by edging.
We sit in near silence, the only sound being my heart beat, and my heavy breathing.
I look down in time to see her spit into the palm of her right hand, and grab my dick, and start pumping again. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth as her small, well-lubed hand takes control. I look back up, and shut my eyes. Treasuring it like she told me.
I last about five more minutes, until I feel my body start to twitch, and my balls start to pulse.
"Tiff." Is all I muster out of my mouth, hoping that gave her enough warning.
My orgasm hits me nothing unlike getting T-Boned by a semi going 80. I have to bite my cheek to keep from moaning out. My load shoots right onto her tight blue jeans, on the butt, and partly on the hip. I buck as I cum, inhaling hard through my nose. Smelling every bit of her toes. I cover her right hip and ass in my spunk, leaving multiple white strands and puddles over the back of her jeans.
"Oh. Aw." I stutter, barely able to speak.
She slows her jerking down to a slight tug, and slowly lets go. I look down to see her wipe up my cum from her jeans with her fingers, then stick them in her mouth. When she pops her fingers out of her mouth, the sound it makes forces my cock to visibly flex. She continues wiping up the rest of my cum, and tasting it. I stare in awe as this brown-eyed vixen treats my semen like it's a top-of-the-line exotic food, ensuring she leaves none behind.
"Mmm, yummy." She says with the attitude of approval.
As my dick starts to shrink back to stowage size, I tuck it back into my pants, and zip them up and button them. But do I take my nose off of her foot? Hell to the no! No yet.
I remove her foot from my chest, and I have to pry her right foot from my nose. Smelling her sole as I do so.
Tiffany turns back to the way she was laying when she first crawled under the bed. She kisses my lips, and just as she pulls her lips off of mine, the door knob jiggles, and a small pair of feet come waltzing in. The girl gets on all fours, and looks under the bed with a cocked head. Kampbell.
"Found... Ya!" She screams.
Wow. That was close. I think to myself.
We crawl out from under the bed, I stand up and look into my sisters bright blue eyes.
"Kampbell, you are SO drunk." I say.
"Wha- So?!" She asks.
Tiffany chimes in. "Kam, let's just go to bed. You are drunk, and I can see Kelly and Halie drooping Kadıköy Escort (http://www.escortgirlx.com/) down over in the living room."
I have to hold in my laughter because watching those two drooping like they took way too many zannies was almost too much for me.
"Exactly." I say, holding in laughter.
Kampbell agrees, and everyone stumbles out of the room, with Kampbell upfront, and me and Tiffany walking beside each other.
Kampbell approaches Kelly. "Hey, c'mon. Let's go to the family room. I found Matt and Tiff." She says poking Kelly awake.
"Oh hm yeah ok." She says barely awake.
"You too Halie. Let's go." She says walking past her to the hallway.
"Uuuugh why?" She asks sounding pitiful.
"We are all tired. I'm gonna go get that big blanket from the hall closet and lay it out for us in-"
"Where are we sleeping?" Halie asks, cutting her off.
Kampbell stops walking and turns around to look at Halie, who is currently staring at Kampbell, looking for an answer.
"Uhm, if you would have let me finish; I'm going to lay it down in that small room just before the family room. Understaaaaaaaand?" She asks sarcastically.
"Yeah fine whatever smartass." Halie murmurs.
????-
I'm sitting on the edge of my bed when Kelly walks in. I had changed into just a black and red camo pair of shorts. I decide to not put a shirt on, since I sleep without one anyway.
"Ayy, Matt. Didn't expect to see YOU here." She chortles.
"It is MY room after all." I say to her.
I stand up and go to walk out, but Kelly steps infront of me, stopping me.
"Don't fall asleep, ya know, when everyone else does, be-cuz I wanna have some fun with ya. After what Tiff told me, it sounds fun." She explains the whole thing to me. I have to hide my face to avoid her seeing my blushing.
"Got it?" She asks.
"Sure. No prob." I tell her, trying to keep my cool.
"Hey, how are you so awake? 15 minutes ago you couldn't keep yourself awake." I ask.
She looks into my eyes, and I feel something in my heart, not sexual, no; but it feels like a love kind of thing. Her head is slightly tilted down, and her green eyes are staring into mine. I feel like I want to kiss her, and love her. But I don't love her like I love Halie. It's different.
She says nothing, and turns around and walks out.
I feel odd.
Kelly shakes her jiggling ass as she walks out.
I turn to the left side of my room to look at the body mirror, I turn my body to the right to check out my arms. I continue to flex infront of the mirror, proud of my body. I realize one of the girls could walk in at any moment. I quickly turn around, and walk over to my light switch, and flick it off with my middle finger.
I walk into the family room, and my heart skips a beat when my eyes scan the room. I quickly find out all of the girls are barefoot. Kelly is just now climbing onto the blanket. I don't see anywhere for me to sit. The girl's backpacks and all their things are currently occupying the couch. So I ask.
"Sooo, where am I gonna lay?"
All of the girls look up, except for Kam, who is lightly snoring.
All the girls are in a line on the floor infront of the big 86 inch TV. Too bad it's going to stay off for the night.
I'm facing the TV, so this is the order of the girls in order of left to right.
-Halie - Kelly - Tiffany - Kampbell-
Halie is currently texting someone, but considering she's exhausted and drunk, she's doing a half-ass job at it.
"Matt, you will lay down right here, in between me and Halie." Dictates Kelly, patting and rubbing the small space on the massive blanket laid out in front of the massive TV. The blanket, which I don't even remember having in the house, is long enough for all of us to lay on, plus some.
I see 5 other small blankets, still folded up, stacked on top of each other beside Halie. I guess Kampbell figured we might get cold.
"Right here cutie." Kelly tells me again, and pats the open spot, while darting her eyes between my chest and eyes.
Alright then.
I don't know why, but something pops into my head. My mind opens up a file cabinet and starts sorting through what I love on a girl.
1-A - Blonde
2-A - Feet
3-A - Blue eyes
4-A - Pubic hair.
What? I think to myself. I'm not a fan of pubic hair, but personally I think pubic hair tells a lot about a girl's personality. Something that matters to me, but not many other people. I like SOME hair on a girl's mound, but I don't want my future wife coming at me looking like a ZZ Top concert going on down there. (Look up ZZ Top if you don't get it)
I look over at Kelly, and she is dozing off, but slightly trying to fight it by lightly jerking her head back up, but then dozing off again. I trail my eyes from her face, down her body, then her legs, which are currently covered by extremely short jean shorts. Then I look down to her feet. She has her legs crossed crossed at the ankles. The heel of her right foot is resting on the artificial curved stone table, causing her sole to wrinkle greatly. I can only see the side of her right foot. Her achilles is resting on the part of her leg where leg meets foot. Her left sole is directly facing me. Her sole looks smooth, and slightly pale. I stare for a moment, then I realize someone might see me in this special sort of trance, and follow my eyes to her feet.
I yank my eyes off her sole, a tough thing for someone like me to do.
I glance around the room to try and keep my mind off of Kelly's beautiful, wrinkled sole.
I notice that Tiffany is nervously pacing around the room.
The silence breaks as Halie speaks.
"Tiff. Is something wrong?" She asks curiously.
Tiffany stops her pacing and looks up at Halie.
"No. I'm just waiting for my phone to charge." She says.
The way she says it kind of pisses me off. I don't even really know why, it just does.
"You had me worrying something was wrong, and it's just your phone?" Asks Halie, sounding upset.
"Well, we aren't doing anything except sitting. When are we even gonna play?" She asks.
I feel a heat building between the two.
Halie sits up from her seat.
"Just wait. Your phone isn't important. Your always on it anyway." Halie says slumping back down. As she slumps down her black yoga pants pull tight, and I see the outline of her mound. I stare for only about 3 seconds, until she realizes part of her pussy is visable to the whole room. She stands up and slightly pulls them down, grabbing them down by her knees. Then she pulls the bottom half of her shirt down past her waist. She looks around and realizes no one else but me saw. She lightly blushes. I feel a heat build in my pants.
"Ok guys." My sister says jumping up from her seat.
"It's Matt and Tiffany this round. So get going you two!" She dictates again.
We all set our shot glasses down. Kelly slowly gets up.
"Wow, the vodka is really...*slight burp*-gettin' to me." She mumbles.
I start to wonder how I'm not feeling drunk. After 15 beers and vodka, I should be hovering my head over the toilet right now. But for some reason I'm not feeling any of the drink.
I take off down the hallway, I see in the reflection of my glasses that Tiffany is following closely Kartal Escort (http://www.escortgb.com/) behind. I stop as she shuts the family room door, and turns around and starts running with me. She follows me around the house. I can't find a good spot for us to hide.
I turn to run upstairs but almost run right into a group of girls just now coming out to find us.
"Umph." I grunt startled and trying to stop. I spin back around and I round the corner of the stairs and almost run right into Tiffany.
"Let's go hurry follow me!" I whisper frantically to her.
I sprint through the large living room, and right into the small guest bedroom, and Tiffany runs into the room with me. I quietly shut the door. I wonder how the girls didn't see us while I was running up the stairs. I dive under the bed and scoot all the way against the wall. It's a king size bed, so Tiffany really has no trouble sliding in. The bottom of the bed has a thick, black mesh-like fabric that helps keep the huge mattress up.
The comforter hangs off the side and foot of the bed, almost hitting the floor, but not quite.
The lamp on the small desk emits just enough light that I can see around. The dark, polished oak floor is cold on my right side. I stare at Tiffany's long blonde hair as it lays on the floor.
"Shit, what happened on the stairs?" She asks out of breathe. Her head is facing the open room, quite possibly looking at the door.
"I just about ran into the girls, and I have no fucking clue how they didn't see me." I tell her, also out of breathe.
"Huh, that close huh?" She asks.
"Yeah, pretty damn close." I respond with a smart ass remark.
With my back up against the wall, my tattoo is starting to hurt. Then I start thinking about the events that happened less than 20 minutes ago with Halie. Shit. I realize my cock is starting to pulse thinking about Halie.
Suddenly I feel Tiffany move, and her hip or something like that presses right onto my hard-on. I shiver, and she turns her head and faces me.
Busted.
"Matt, stop poking me." She says, and turns back around to watch the door.
I decide to play it off.
"My bad." I say.
She moves again, and her hip bumps my growing cock. She turns around to face me again.
"Ok I said stop so-" She cuts off, and looks down at the bulge in my jeans.
Shit!
"I'm sorry. Please, don't say anything." I say to her.
She looks at my face, then into my eyes. A slight grin runs across her face.
"Oh yeah, you are one of those foot boys, right?" She asks seductively.
"I THOUGHT I saw you looking at Kelly's feet a few minutes ago." She says with a smile.
I have NOTHING going through my brain when she says that. Tiffany can't keep secrets, and I know that because she once found a playboy magazine under my bed, and she told everyone in the house about it.
She turns her head up slightly so I'm able to see only half of her face.
"Well here, I'll take care of it." She says.
My eyes go wide, and my heart begins beating so fast I'm surprised she can't hear it.
She rotates her body so her feet are right in front of my face. She lays on her left side, so her soles are facing me. She twists her back and uses her hand to undo my pants, and slides my member out of my pants. This isn't happening. I think. No way.
She starts jerking me off, and I stare at her dancing soles, and I start to inhale deeply through my nose, taking in her slightly strong scent. They smell amazing. I use my left hand to hold her feet in place as I sniff between her toes. I'm in heaven right now with this vixen jerking me off, and letting me worship her pale, immaculate feet. I stick my tongue out and lick between every one of her toes, inhaling deeply as I do so. I hold her arches together, with the side of her Yakacık Escort (http://www.escortgb.com/) left foot on the floor. I dart my tongue between her arches, as I feel Tiffany's hand start jerking with even more force. I kiss and lick her soft, pale soles. I'm on cloud 9.
To my chagrin, after only about two minutes of all of this, I feel the urge to release. Inside, I feel embarrassed, because I'm ready to explode after two minutes. How fucking embarrassing.
I decide to just go along with it, mostly because I don't think she was expecting me to last long anyway.
"Tiff... I'm gonna." Is all I manage to whisper. I expect her to stop jerking, but she pulls a corkscrew move on my cock, jerking me but twisting her hand slightly as she does so. I feel the pain hitting me with more force.
As the pain grows immensely, I take her right foot, and hold her sole tightly to my chest, and I lift her left foot with my other hand, I kiss hard into her sole, smelling in between her toes as I do so.
Tiffany let's go of my cock.
Instinctively, as soon as she lets go, I slightly buck. Then the pain reaches my brain, and I feel a crippling pain pulse through my cock and balls.
"Tiff-. You-. Wha-, why?" I ask in pain, struggling to get my words out.
"Matt, treasure the moment, edge a little baby." She says in a sweet, sexy tone.
She wanted me to have a more intense orgasm, by edging.
We sit in near silence, the only sound being my heart beat, and my heavy breathing.
I look down in time to see her spit into the palm of her right hand, and grab my dick, and start pumping again. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth as her small, well-lubed hand takes control. I look back up, and shut my eyes. Treasuring it like she told me.
I last about five more minutes, until I feel my body start to twitch, and my balls start to pulse.
"Tiff." Is all I muster out of my mouth, hoping that gave her enough warning.
My orgasm hits me nothing unlike getting T-Boned by a semi going 80. I have to bite my cheek to keep from moaning out. My load shoots right onto her tight blue jeans, on the butt, and partly on the hip. I buck as I cum, inhaling hard through my nose. Smelling every bit of her toes. I cover her right hip and ass in my spunk, leaving multiple white strands and puddles over the back of her jeans.
"Oh. Aw." I stutter, barely able to speak.
She slows her jerking down to a slight tug, and slowly lets go. I look down to see her wipe up my cum from her jeans with her fingers, then stick them in her mouth. When she pops her fingers out of her mouth, the sound it makes forces my cock to visibly flex. She continues wiping up the rest of my cum, and tasting it. I stare in awe as this brown-eyed vixen treats my semen like it's a top-of-the-line exotic food, ensuring she leaves none behind.
"Mmm, yummy." She says with the attitude of approval.
As my dick starts to shrink back to stowage size, I tuck it back into my pants, and zip them up and button them. But do I take my nose off of her foot? Hell to the no! No yet.
I remove her foot from my chest, and I have to pry her right foot from my nose. Smelling her sole as I do so.
Tiffany turns back to the way she was laying when she first crawled under the bed. She kisses my lips, and just as she pulls her lips off of mine, the door knob jiggles, and a small pair of feet come waltzing in. The girl gets on all fours, and looks under the bed with a cocked head. Kampbell.
"Found... Ya!" She screams.
Wow. That was close. I think to myself.
We crawl out from under the bed, I stand up and look into my sisters bright blue eyes.
"Kampbell, you are SO drunk." I say.
"Wha- So?!" She asks.
Tiffany chimes in. "Kam, let's just go to bed. You are drunk, and I can see Kelly and Halie drooping Kadıköy Escort (http://www.escortgirlx.com/) down over in the living room."
I have to hold in my laughter because watching those two drooping like they took way too many zannies was almost too much for me.
"Exactly." I say, holding in laughter.
Kampbell agrees, and everyone stumbles out of the room, with Kampbell upfront, and me and Tiffany walking beside each other.
Kampbell approaches Kelly. "Hey, c'mon. Let's go to the family room. I found Matt and Tiff." She says poking Kelly awake.
"Oh hm yeah ok." She says barely awake.
"You too Halie. Let's go." She says walking past her to the hallway.
"Uuuugh why?" She asks sounding pitiful.
"We are all tired. I'm gonna go get that big blanket from the hall closet and lay it out for us in-"
"Where are we sleeping?" Halie asks, cutting her off.
Kampbell stops walking and turns around to look at Halie, who is currently staring at Kampbell, looking for an answer.
"Uhm, if you would have let me finish; I'm going to lay it down in that small room just before the family room. Understaaaaaaaand?" She asks sarcastically.
"Yeah fine whatever smartass." Halie murmurs.
????-
I'm sitting on the edge of my bed when Kelly walks in. I had changed into just a black and red camo pair of shorts. I decide to not put a shirt on, since I sleep without one anyway.
"Ayy, Matt. Didn't expect to see YOU here." She chortles.
"It is MY room after all." I say to her.
I stand up and go to walk out, but Kelly steps infront of me, stopping me.
"Don't fall asleep, ya know, when everyone else does, be-cuz I wanna have some fun with ya. After what Tiff told me, it sounds fun." She explains the whole thing to me. I have to hide my face to avoid her seeing my blushing.
"Got it?" She asks.
"Sure. No prob." I tell her, trying to keep my cool.
"Hey, how are you so awake? 15 minutes ago you couldn't keep yourself awake." I ask.
She looks into my eyes, and I feel something in my heart, not sexual, no; but it feels like a love kind of thing. Her head is slightly tilted down, and her green eyes are staring into mine. I feel like I want to kiss her, and love her. But I don't love her like I love Halie. It's different.
She says nothing, and turns around and walks out.
I feel odd.
Kelly shakes her jiggling ass as she walks out.
I turn to the left side of my room to look at the body mirror, I turn my body to the right to check out my arms. I continue to flex infront of the mirror, proud of my body. I realize one of the girls could walk in at any moment. I quickly turn around, and walk over to my light switch, and flick it off with my middle finger.
I walk into the family room, and my heart skips a beat when my eyes scan the room. I quickly find out all of the girls are barefoot. Kelly is just now climbing onto the blanket. I don't see anywhere for me to sit. The girl's backpacks and all their things are currently occupying the couch. So I ask.
"Sooo, where am I gonna lay?"
All of the girls look up, except for Kam, who is lightly snoring.
All the girls are in a line on the floor infront of the big 86 inch TV. Too bad it's going to stay off for the night.
I'm facing the TV, so this is the order of the girls in order of left to right.
-Halie - Kelly - Tiffany - Kampbell-
Halie is currently texting someone, but considering she's exhausted and drunk, she's doing a half-ass job at it.
"Matt, you will lay down right here, in between me and Halie." Dictates Kelly, patting and rubbing the small space on the massive blanket laid out in front of the massive TV. The blanket, which I don't even remember having in the house, is long enough for all of us to lay on, plus some.
I see 5 other small blankets, still folded up, stacked on top of each other beside Halie. I guess Kampbell figured we might get cold.
"Right here cutie." Kelly tells me again, and pats the open spot, while darting her eyes between my chest and eyes.
Alright then.