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For a good part of the night, I did nothing more than listen to them talk as we drank. After my third cup I was sure more wouldn't help me become the social butterfly I wished to be. I was feeling dizzy and slow though, so I stopped there. The girls were drinking me under the table, too. They'd each had at least four, and though their cheeks had a faint blush, they didn't sound completely drunk. They stood up and had me follow them into the house, where the music was playing and various people were dancing in the spacious living room.
"Wanna dance?" Sarah asked me, sticking so close to me I could smell her perfume. It was sweet and even slightly spicy. It nearly dragged me to close in on her neck, but her question took all my attention.
"I... can't dance," I managed to say. If anybody saw my awful dancing I'd be the laughing stock of the school for the rest of the year. I especially didn't want to embarrass myself in front of these girls.
"Ah! He speaks!" Grace said, giggling and hugging me by the arm. Her huge and soft breasts pressed against me, and I had to shift uncomfortably to hide my boner. "Just so you know, Oliver, none of us has a boyfriend," she said. "So it's not like you have to be afraid of anyone."
"Oh please, it's the others who are afraid of him!" Sarah said, laughing loudly. "Look at them. They're all glaring but they won't even approach! Bunch of cowards."
I looked around to confirm and, yes, I saw other guys glaring my way. Of course they'd glare. The three hottest girls in my class were hanging around me. I was afraid something would start, but when I met their eyes, every one of them hastily turned away and continued a conversation or kept on dancing. Still no fucking idea why.
In my scouting of the room I even caught my sister, Isabelle, looking at me for a brief moment, frowning, before she headed out to the backyard with a couple of her friends.
"I kind of get why they're scared," Milana said. "His stare is super intense, but when you're close he's actually rather cute, isn't he?"
"Yes he is," Grace said. She licked her lips and leaned in even closer. Her perfume was that of delicate roses. I think my heart almost stopped at that moment.
"Urgh, she's making her move already," Sarah groaned and shook her head. "You can't have him to yourself, you hear?" The blonde poked her friend's cheek a couple of times, annoying her.
"Hoh? I thought you weren't interested in getting hit on by random dudes?" Grace's chuckle carried both teasing and menacing hints.
Sarah didn't flinch, however. "Getting hit on, yeah, but I didn't say anything about trying to get a guy myself."
"I thought you didn't like sharing," Grace said, her tone innocent as she hugged my arm closer to her chest.
"Let's say I have a feeling about this guy. Don't you?"
"Mmm, I do," Grace chuckled. "We're in agreement, then."
I couldn't be listening right. That conversation WAS NOT happening in front of me. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was pounding, but something even more unbelievable happened next.
Milana stepped in front of me, held my cheeks in her hands and pulled me into a passionate kiss that was WAY too deep and intense to be my first ever. The Russian beauty shoved her tongue inside my mouth with no ceremony, wrapping it around mine and tasting me thoroughly. She held me close and pressed her chest against me, running her fingers over my hair and letting out soft moans of pleasure.
Hiding the tent in my pants was going to be an impossible task. My whole body burned, yet I was frozen in place from shock.
Milana finally pulled away with a heavy gasp, a thin strand of saliva connected us for a lingering second before she turned to her friends with firm eyes. "I'm not letting you two get ahead of me. I saw him first," she proclaimed.
I feared a fight, yet Sarah and Grace grinned. "Hoho? Our little virgin friend is finally making a move on someone? I'm shocked," Grace chuckled.
"See? I told you there was something special about this guy," Sarah said.
"I like that he doesn't talk much. Better than annoyingly spouting cringey compliments," Grace nodded in agreement.
I could've fainted right then and there if my phone in my pocket hadn't started buzzing. I both cursed it and thanked it. It was interrupting this seemingly amazing moment, but my own deeply rooted insecurities still told me there had to be something wrong here. It was easier to believe that stupid voice in my head telling me there was no way these girls were actually into me than the new sixth sense that assured me they were.
I pulled out my phone, but instead of finding an escape, I only found a message from Thomas that sank me deeper into the hole of confusion.
'Second floor, last room to the left. Don't worry about anything. You can spend the night. If it turns into something bad, give me a shout. Good luck!'
I bit my quivering lip. I was scared and confused, yes. This was far from any realistic scenario I could imagine, no doubt. But the taste of Milana's lips yet lingered on mine, her breasts were still pressed against my chest, as were Grace's boobs on my left arm while Sarah leaned on my right shoulder. Those sensations, that odd sixth sense and the three beers I had made me want to bet everything on this being real.
"F-Follow me," I said and started walking to the stairs. I didn't see their faces, but my three classmates followed behind me.
Second floor, last room to the left. The master bedroom.