The Slayers Run
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"Strip, Orley, or I'll yell rape." My mind raced, considering my options. Deny the whole thing, get them high but don't strip, or do as they said. Seeing as I was not from their neighborhood, I knew who their parents would believe if it came down to it. I decided to follow their lead. “I will, if you will," I said, handing Betty the half joint. "Strip, that is," I added. “You first," Betty said as she lit the joint and took a big hit. She passed it to Daisy, who seemed unsure about the whole damn thing.
Daisy took a big hit, coughed it out, then took a smaller one and held it. I walked to the corner and untied the drawstring around the waistband of my bathing suit. Betty watched me closely as she took another hit. Daisy let out her hit and sat down, staring at my chest and crotch. “Take off your suit, Orley," Betty said, calmer now but still clear minded about this little scenario. "Strip or I'll scream rape!" I slowly started to comply. Betty sat down next to Daisy and they finished the joint while watching me.
As I slid the shorts down around my hips, both their eyes stared hard at my chest and belly. When I got the suit just low enough that the tops of my pubic hairs could be seen, Daisy burst into a shy grin and giggled. Her eyes never left the bulge in my crotch. I stopped before going any further. “You too," I said to them. "Fair is fair." Betty leaned over and whispered something to Daisy, who blushed deeply. Both giggled hysterically. "OK, but you first," Betty said.
Then she stood and I checked her out more carefully. About 18 or so, heavier makeup than she needed but very expertly applied, long, thick blonde hair and a nice tan. She wore a pastel yellow bikini cut somewhat brazenly. Nice, pointy titties 36C or so, I guessed. Slightly dark circles visible through the light material of her bikini top drew my attention. I could see that her nipples were hard.
Daisy took a big hit, coughed it out, then took a smaller one and held it. I walked to the corner and untied the drawstring around the waistband of my bathing suit. Betty watched me closely as she took another hit. Daisy let out her hit and sat down, staring at my chest and crotch. “Take off your suit, Orley," Betty said, calmer now but still clear minded about this little scenario. "Strip or I'll scream rape!" I slowly started to comply. Betty sat down next to Daisy and they finished the joint while watching me.
As I slid the shorts down around my hips, both their eyes stared hard at my chest and belly. When I got the suit just low enough that the tops of my pubic hairs could be seen, Daisy burst into a shy grin and giggled. Her eyes never left the bulge in my crotch. I stopped before going any further. “You too," I said to them. "Fair is fair." Betty leaned over and whispered something to Daisy, who blushed deeply. Both giggled hysterically. "OK, but you first," Betty said.
Then she stood and I checked her out more carefully. About 18 or so, heavier makeup than she needed but very expertly applied, long, thick blonde hair and a nice tan. She wore a pastel yellow bikini cut somewhat brazenly. Nice, pointy titties 36C or so, I guessed. Slightly dark circles visible through the light material of her bikini top drew my attention. I could see that her nipples were hard.