Double Stuff (The Stuffed #3)

Chapter 1

There are moments in life, intersections if you will, where a person can choose what path they're going to go down.

Not all paths are good. Not all paths lead where you think they'll go.

But when you look back at your life, you'll see that moment—that intersection —and you'll realize that's what led you to the place you are now.

And sometimes you wonder what would have happened if you'd chosen differently and taken a different path.

Very deep, I know, but what can I say, I'm a bit drunk and I'm standing at one of the most interesting intersections I've ever encountered.

First of all, it's the red light at Firefly Street and Serenity Ave, and second of all, I'm being propositioned by a car full of hot, half-naked young women.

No joke, there's four of them and they're dressed to go clubbing on a hot July evening which, of course means there's more skin showing than not.

I fucking love summer. There's cleavage, midriffs, and thighs everywhere and it's glorious.

One of them, the blonde in the backseat, has my hand, while the brunette in the backseat is cuddled up behind her, looking at me with big Bambi-like fuck-me eyes. Another blonde is driving and the redhead in the passenger seat is licking her lips as she asks me if I want to take a ride.

Why me?

I have no idea. I've always considered myself to be a decent-looking guy, but it's not like I'm a Chris Hemsworth lookalike or anything. My muscles are there, but they're not ripped. But somehow, some way, these girls want me to get in their car and go to some unspecified location with them.

"You don't really want to walk, do you?" the blonde holding my hand asks, half-leaning out the window, so that I have a ball-tightening view of her incredible cleavage.

She bats blue eyes at me and I really want to say yes, but.

.. what could these four women possibly want with just me?

It's like the start of some bad horror flick.

Or a porno. My dick thinks it's a great idea, but my brain is resisting.

"Ah, yeah, actually, I think I'm just going to walk," I say, shame-faced at my decision.

All of them make disappointed cooing noises and the blonde brushes my hand across her boob, the softness immediately making my dick perk up and call me all sorts of filthy names.

"Aww that's too bad," says boob-blonde, giving my hand one last rub before reluctantly letting go.

My cock is screaming at me and my head actually hurts as she drops my hand.

The light is still red. I could walk away.

But I don't. Instead, all I can think about is that stupid Transformers movie when Shia Labeouf asks Megan Fox “When you look back at your life, don't you want to say you had the guts to get in the car?”

Green flashes out of the corner of my eye—the light has changed—and I suddenly blurt out, "Wait! Yeah, I'd love a ride."

Despite my earlier reluctance, my change of heart—more like a change of who's driving my body: brain move over, dick is taking the wheel—has the ladies squealing and cheering.

Blondie jumps out and practically pushes me into bitch position between her and the brunette before jumping in behind me.

I can't help but look around the interior of the car for a camera.

It would be just my luck to end up on some kind of candid camera reality show, where some poor schmuck thinks he's entered some kind of sexual fantasy heaven, only to find out he's been set up. But I don't see any cameras.

"So where are we headed?" asks Driver Blondie.

"Hunter and Fourth," I say, trying to not be too distracted by the fact that brunette has her hand on my thigh and Backseat Blondie is actually sniffing me. "The Hilton there."

"You smell good," Blondie says, leaning into me.

"Uh, thanks... I'm Wade, by the way," I say a little lamely, still trying to wrap my head around what's actually going on. Brunette's hand is creeping higher on my thigh and now Blondie is touching her too.

"Cindy," Blondie says, introducing herself in a husky tone, leaning into me, her breasts pressing against my arm. Yup, nice and soft.

"Emma." That's the brunette on my other side.

"Meg." The redhead in the passenger seat half-turns to give me a sultry smile.

"And I'm Beth," says the blonde driver.

"So Wade," Cindy says breathlessly, as Emma's hand slides even higher, just brushing the underside of my balls and making my jaw clench. My cock is completely hard now and I'm pretty sure they both know it. "Don't you want to know why we picked you up?"

"I was wondering, yes," I answer carefully, praying that this wasn't the intersection I would look back at right before I died as being the choice where it had all gone wrong and cursing my own stupidity.

"Well, we had a bet and well..." Cindy giggles, her cheeks heating to an attractive pink. "Short story, we'd like to go back to your hotel room and um, do whatever you'd like for the rest of the night."

"We, being?" I ask, a little faintly.

Holy fuck! This really is like a porno! Maybe those writers weren't as off base as I'd thought.

"Her and me," Emma says, also giggling nervously. Her hand slides up higher, resting on my cock and she squeezes as I make a strangled sound.

"We're just along for the ride, so to speak, and to make sure they follow through," Meg offers from the front seat. She twists around, giving me a little wink. "Although, you're pretty cute and I'm not adverse to joining in if it looks like fun."

"Ladies..." I clear my throat and shake my head, resting my hand on top of Emma's to encourage her through-the-pants hand job. "You have made me day."

"What would you like us to do first?" Cindy asks, sounding excited. "We don't have to wait for the hotel to get started."

I only hesitate for a moment. After all, who am I to try and thwart such an eager attitude? "I want to watch you and Emma kiss... but Emma, keep your hand where it is."

The two girls shrug and lean in toward each other, while the two in the front giggle.

I can see them both looking in the mirrors to watch Emma and Cindy as they start kissing.

They get into it immediately and I’m treated to an up-close-and-personal look at how fucking hot two girls are when they've got their tongues in each other's mouths. This is a real-life wet dream...

By the time we get to the hotel, my cock feels like it’s going to blow and Emma and Cindy have progressed on to groping each other. Cindy had to pop her boob back into her top when we parked, unfortunately, but I know I'll be seeing her naked soon enough so I contain my dismay.

Walking through the lobby of the hotel with four beautiful women, two of them on my arms fawning over me and the other two following behind and giggling, is a surreal experience. I get dozens of envious and disbelieving looks, and a few disgusted looks as well, and I feel like a fucking god.

When we get to my room, Meg and Beth immediately settle onto the couch while Emma and Cindy practically skip over to the bed.

Cindy tosses herself onto it, laying out in a seductive pose while Emma sits down more calmly before leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs, making the short skirt she’s wearing ride up.

"Alright Wade, we're all yours," Cindy purrs, sliding her hand from her hip up to her breast, which is in danger of falling out of her top again. The low cut of her shirt and the size of her tits make it a definite possibility. "What would you like us to do?"

The ideas that spill through my head are chaotic, the results of too many teenage fantasies, clashing with the fact that I still can’t quite believe my good fortune. Part of me is still waiting for something to go terribly wrong. Still, I’m not going to back down now.

"I want you and Emma to kiss each other some more, and take off each other's clothes." I grin. "If you want to grope and touch each other, I'm definitely not going to object."

Giggling with an air of silliness, the two of them immediately start kissing and fondling each other.

The biggest difference between this and a porno is that they aren't even pretending to be turned on by it. They’re having fun with it, but I can tell it isn’t serious for them.

On the couch, Meg and Beth are leaning into each other, whispering and giggling.

For some reason, that actually helps me to relax.

Emma yanks off Cindy's top, showing that she is in fact braless, and it starts a kind of wrestling match to see who can get the other’s clothes off first. Even though I can't help laughing as Meg and Beth start cheering and goading the other two, my dick is starting to ache from being so hard. There’s plenty of flesh to be seen.

Emma has a nicely trimmed patch of pubic hair in the shape of a triangle and completely bare pussy lips, while Cindy is just completely bare all over.

It’s fucking hot, especially as they start kissing each other again, and I can tell that this time they are actually kind of getting into it.

They’re rubbing against each other, Emma's hands groping Cindy's ass and tits, while Cindy has one hand behind Emma's neck and the other on Emma's breast as the brunette rolls on top of her. I let out a whimper and finally start to strip down myself, pulling off my shirt and releasing my aching cock from the confines of my pants. My brain has finally decided that this is really happening, and it’s okay to start getting personally involved.

Wrapping my hand around my dick, I stay standing where I am, because I know once I get on that bed I’m not going to get to see everything from this fantastic angle.

"Sixty-nine each other," I say hoarsely. "I want to see you licking and sucking on each other's pussies."

Giggling, both Cindy and Emma start to reposition themselves, Emma still maintaining her position on top. As they move, Cindy looks over at me and blatantly checks out my cock.