Getting feedback motivates me to write more. So, if you have any thoughts or constructive criticism, please feel free to get in contact! This one is more of a build up by the way, I enjoy writing them, no clue if readers actually enjoy the lack of sex in some parts.
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The Blooming Rose was certainly not a place which I ever thought I would be. A place where lecherous people found each other for cheap one-night stands, a place where the drinks costed more than a month's rent...Not to mention the bass boosted droning of the music that made my ears hurt. I could barely hear Alanah giggling and greeting familiar faces she had seen in the past.
In the short distance we walked I saw the familiar face of Mrs. Mendoza. And as usual, she looked like a fine painting. Her light makeup dusted across her youthful face, the deep eye shadow that resembled both Claire and my Step-sister. Yet, clearly her dress was the main attraction; even now I was sensing a theme of women's fashion being that of tight dresses that showed cleavage, and skirts running high up the leg to show thigh. Mrs. Mendoza's was more of a cotton fabric, rather than the elastic synthetic Alanah had clinging to her perfect curves. I couldn't help but blush when we locked eyes, and saw that dimpled smile. She looked beautiful.
She was surrounded by my classmates, some of which had already noticed the three of us approach. The looks on their faces turned from enjoyment to surprised shock as they saw me sandwiched between my girls. I noticed the girls looking at me more than my angel on my right, and the devil on my left. The men were a different story, some looked impressed, those that, when I was forced to talk, got along well with. Others, like the cohort of jocks, started to talk among themselves regarding my two girls. I felt my heart sink as Chad emerged from a corner, moving away from the uncomfortable looking female stranger whom he had started to chat up. He took a long gulp of his drink before giving Claire and my Step-Sister a suggestive look, and his friend beside him, eyeing them with the same sexual hunger.
"This was a mistake... There's no way they think we're all together, they'll think you pity fuck me or something." I say to the both of them, loud enough for them to hear my fears. Perspiration formed on my palms that balled into nervous fists.
Claire leaned up against my shoulder, her eyes looking over the gathering of people in front of her. A slightly smile passed on her lips as she whispered softly into my ear. "They may think that, but we'll make them think the opposite. Just be that animal you are with us at home baby..." Her words were quick before she relaxed back to my side, pushing her hip out slightly to help draw focus to her impressive curves.
"We were starting to think you wouldn't come!" Mrs. Mendoza beamed as we reached the circular booth which the professor sat like she was the head of the family. There was enough space for the three of us to sit, Alanah slipped in first, closest to Mrs. Mendoza, Claire pushed me in second, as she brought up the rear. "And who are your friends? I just love your outfits!"
Alanah shot my teacher, and the small mix of girls and guys sitting around the table a bubbly smile. She tossed her head to the side, making her silky dark orange hair to flourish out before resting behind her almost completely bare shoulders she started to talk with the familiar giddiness that I had grown to adore. "We're his girlfriends! I'm Alanah, we live together...And the brooding one is Claire!" She thankfully neglected to mention our relation, that of being my Step-sister...Even though we were not related by blood, I felt it would cause a stigma. She flashed an even bigger smile, she did a little bounce in the soft red seat, causing her braless boobs to bounce with her; the energy she brought already started to liven up the people around us.
The teacher leaned back in her seat, sipping a long glass of bright pink liquid. One eyebrow rose while she pressed her full lips of the glass, darting her eyes across the threesome that was Alanah, Claire and I. "Girlfriends?" She said questionably as she lowered her glass "I didn't think you would be the type to have such a... unique relationship." She looked over at me, the corners of her lips twitching up slightly. I showed a meek smile in response, feeling a little less tense as Claire casually guided my hand to rest on her bare knees.
My Step-sister reached out and rested her hand on Mrs. Mendoza's lap, continuing to dominate the conversation. "You must be his lovely teacher! No wonder it's hard to keep him away from class! You're very pretty." Watching in wonder, I noticed her eyes going up and down her figure, she and Claire had to concede some ground that there were other good-looking women at this gathering. She pouted her full, glossed lips, shifting her body toward me, pressing one of her smooth, biceps against her bulging tits. "Is this why your grades are so good babe? Have you been unfaithful?"
Mrs. Mendoza blushed and chucked bashfully, playfully brushing it off "Oh I like you already!" She brushed Alanah from her lap and matched my flame haired goddess' bubbly aura with a flick of her hard hair.
I could still feel people's eyes on me as they conversed with each other, clinging to Claire with my hand on her inner thigh I slowly start to feel a little more at ease with the eyes of my classmates, the music becoming more lighter around this area.
There was a sudden looming shadow that emerged behind us. The hulking man leant forward between Alanah and I, turning toward her with an air of confidence. He wore the tightest white shirt I had ever seen, clinging to his bulging muscle the same way their dresses clung to their curves.
It was Chad.
"Hey cutie...Want a drink? I'll pay of course." He grinned with an air of arrogance, one that made the other classmates roll their eyes. He sealed his play with a wink...Now I knew that he and Brad had already called dibs on the each of you.
Alanah turned her attention to him, pouting softly as one thin brow rose above her bright aquamarine eyes. She gave him a quick examination; I figured this was common for her, to size up the instigator to see if he was worth her time...My heart sank as I saw her give him a flirty bite of her bottom lip and a suggestive wink. "Of course...I'm never one to turn down a free drink...Sex on the Beach, and make sure there's an extra orange slice. Claire?" She leant forward, pressing her huge breasts against the circular table to catch the raven-haired woman's eyes.
She retorted with an unamused brow raise and a tilt of her head to one side. "Black Magic. Extra lime juice. If I don't like it ill dump it all over that tacky white shirt." Her tone was cold, eyes staring blankly at the jock as they dug holes into his well chiselled face.
He looked at my Step-sister and smiled that lady killer smile; popping his pecs to show off to her as he nodded. "Anything for you baby. Listen, you two wanna come hang with me and a few of the guys? I'm sure you'd prefer a real man to accompany you tonight." He looked at me and shot me an arrogant smile, one that told me that he knew Alanah and Claire weren't going out with me anymore. A fire burned inside me, for him, and the way Alanah acted toward him, barely ten minutes in the club and she was already thinking of other men...
He retreated back, letting his lusty eyes linger on Alanah's bulging cleavage. He gave her no time to respond, the eagerness to please my two girls had made him want to get them away from me as soon as possible. I averted my gaze from Alanah, shifting away from her slightly as the others around us conversed among themselves. She reacted with a frown, reaching her small hand forward to rest on my thigh. "Bro... I'm just playing him for a free drink. You really think I'm going to let Claire have you all to herself tonight?"
