"Enough for round one," I said.
I looked at the three girls in the pale moonlight. Camille was in her bra, and Patty was completely topless. Wendy, on the other hand, was completely nude.
"So," I asked the three girls. "Who wants to be my girlfriend?"
All three girls answered in unison. "Me! Me!"
"OK. Let’s see who wants it the most!" I indicated to Camille, who had the most clothes on, "Get over here, and let me undress you."
Camille approached me, and I saw that she had a hungry look in her eyes. She turned around, and gave me access to the back of her bra, where the catch was. From my vantage point, I had no difficulty removing it.
Next to go was Camille’s jeans. This required that I spin her around to get the buttons on the front. The buttons weren’t easy to undo, since the jeans were tight, and it took me a couple of minutes to complete the task. As I pulled her jeans down, I grabbed the top of her panties and took everything down at once.
Camille dutifully stepped out of her pants as I got the material bunched at her ankles, and she used one foot to remove her sneaker to get the pant legs off her feet.
Camille had a thick mane of hair on her pussy. And I could get a whiff of feminine arousal as my face was pretty close to her.
Camille sat down, and put her legs out for me to remove her socks. In doing so, her legs were parted, giving me a different and sexy view of her charms between her legs.
I smiled as I removed Camille’s socks. She seemed quite ticklish as I pulled them over her feet.
Next, I indicated to Patty that she was next.
Camille was still sitting with her legs partially spread, so I moved myself to point where Patty was.
I noticed that Patty’s breasts showed little goosebumps, which was either from embarrassment at being partially naked in front of a younger boy, or the cool night air on her exposed skin. Whichever the reason, I found myself fascinated by the sight.
Patty was wearing a wrap-around skirt. I couldn’t make out exactly how it parted. Patty noticed this, and moved her hands down to show me exactly how the wrap worked. Once I saw the technique, I loosened it quite easily, and it puddled around her ankles on the blanket.
Patty stepped out of her skirt. I saw that she still had on a pair of shoes and socks, and, of course, her panties.
Patty’s panties were cute. They were made of soft cotton and had a bit of a light blue polka-dot pattern which I later discovered were actually little snowflakes (weird for that time of year, actually).
I reached below to take off Patty’s shoes, which were slip-ons and easily came off. She wasn’t wearing any socks.
I then reached up and started moving Patty’s panties down. Her crotch looked very different than the two other girls'. At first, I thought it was bare, and I recalled my memories of Merry’s hairless pussy. But… there was something different. There was a tiny line of auburn hair that I could just make out in the moonlight.
Of course, Patty was a red-head, and it was natural that her crotch would have the same fine hair that she had on her head. It was just weird that Patty and Wendy would have almost identical tiny lines of cunt hair.
I made a mental note to spend more time with Patty’s pussy later, and continued pulling her panties down until she was able to step out of them.
I now had three totally nude girls in front of me.
So… what was a guy like me to do?
Actually, I was in a quandary. I had enjoyed receiving blow jobs from Patrice and Marla, and I figured that another one would be nice to have.
But there were three girls… which one would I pick for first honors?
I thought about this, looking from Camille to Wendy to Patty. I told Wendy and Patty to sit down on the blanket, and once they sat down, I was still undecided what to do.
"Why don’t you sit cross-legged, Indian style?" I asked them.
The three girls shifted to the desired position, a move that displayed all three of their pussies in a much nicer way, to my way of thinking.
I was still undecided about who would be the first to blow me. If I kept on going in alphabetical order, Wendy would perpetually be the last to be picked. And I was still quite interested in seeing Patty’s light cinnamon colored pubes up close and personal.
What to do?
I thought back to my experience with Jack’s sister Patrice a couple of days past. I had utterly cowed the older girl and had forced her to give me my first blow job. I felt a few pangs of remorse for taking advantage of her, but her superior attitude and general snottiness toward me and all of Jack’s friends had pissed me off quite a bit.
I didn’t have the same feelings about these three girls. I had picked them up at random from seeing them in a record store, and I had taken control of them as soon as I could. The three of them were now sitting quietly in their birthday suits, waiting to find out what I wanted them to do next.
It occurred to me that I knew next to nothing about most of the girls that I had given tickets to!
With the exception of Merry, who I lived with for a couple of years, and Patrice, who I knew as my best friend’s older and nasty sister, I never really got to know any girls, including Marla, who had given me oral sex earlier that day. Once again, I felt a bit of remorse about how I had conducted myself.
I will be the first to admit that I had enjoyed my experimentation with Merry, as well as the blow jobs that I had recently received, but something about my conversation with Patrice made me think twice about forcing my intentions on people. Like, for instance, Patrice telling me that about her first "partner" Donny, who didn’t kiss her after she had performed for him. She had said it had made her feel like a cheap whore.
And I had suddenly realized that I hadn’t kissed Marla after she had sucked me!
Now, here I was with three totally naked high school girls displayed for my pleasure, and I was thinking about how another girl that I hardly knew… and how I must have made her feel like a cheap whore, just like Donny had done to Patrice!
I made up my mind on the spot that I would conduct myself in a more gentlemanly manner. Of course, having three girls totally under my control at the moment didn’t seem to enter into my thinking right then, but at least, I was determined to know a bit more about the girls that I was with.
I also knew that I didn’t have much time. If I got home late, a "Lucky Ticket" could smooth my way past my parents, but the truth was that they would still both be worried until I got home, since the mall closes around 9:30. I mentally kicked myself for not having the foresight to prevent this; I never wanted my mother nor my step-father to worry about me.
So, I knew that I would have to act quickly. But I still wanted to know about the girls that I was with.
"Do any of you have boyfriends?" I asked.
"I was dating Chuck until tonight," Camille said.
"What happened tonight?" I asked, intrigued.
Camille gave me a look that indicated that I should know the answer. "Well… I met you…"
Oh, yes. The girls are madly in love with me now. I decided to rephrase the question. "OK. Besides Chuck, has anybody been seeing anybody on a regular basis?"
Wendy shook her head no. Patty nodded.
This line of questioning wasn’t helping me learn about my new friends. "Are any of you virgins?"
All three girls shook their heads no. They looked at each other.
Hmmm. My first time with experienced girls. Maybe I was going to get beyond oral sex tonight!
"Are any of you on the pill?" I asked.
Again, I received three affirmatives.
I was amazed. I had known that grownups were on "the pill" in order to avoid unwanted pregnancies. But I had no idea that doctors would prescribe them to girls in high school! I had actually asked the question in order to have a reason in my mind to avoid going "all the way."