"We'll talk about it later. Give it here!" she grabbed the bottle from my hand and passed by me, just to my peripheral and flopped back onto the couch right between Greg and Bill, legs spread a bit in a move perfectly executed to flip up the front of her skirt and flash her panties at the room. She laid back with her eyes closed for a few seconds, no doubt reveling in the gazes of the three guys in the room, whose eyes were all fixed on her.
I pretended to follow their gaze over to her as slowly as I could. "Uh. Jen?"
She opened her eyes, looked at me put on a confused expression and said "What?" she feigned. I swung my arm out to motion at her panties causing her to look down and explain "Oh!" and flip down the front of her skirt, ending the show, for now. "Sorry about that!" she added, but didn't close her legs together.
"Oh, that's ok!" Bill said, trying not to sound too excited. Jenna's skirt was just barely low enough to not expose her unless you leaned down a bit to look, so they were at just the perfect position to tease the room, along with her exposed tummy, and obvious breasts, nipples straining to break free from the fabric that held them back. She could not look any more fuckable but still have clothes on if she tried.
Jenna took a swig from the bottle and grimaced a bit at the 'rum' and asked "Football, eh? This game important, or something?"
Bill answered saying "It's the Wildcard game."
Jenna paused for a while before replying "I have no idea what that means. I just like watching them run around in their uniforms." Took another swig of the 'rum', passed it back to me, and flopped back on the couch.
Several minutes passed with general banter about the game and football in general. Bill and Greg kept glancing down at Jenna's breasts. Nipples still pointing proudly against the fabric. John managed to 'accidentally' drop chips on the floor on two separate occasions so that he could kneel down to clean them up, conveniently with a view right up Jenna's skirt.
Jenna let out a yawn, then, patting both guys on either side of her rather high on their thighs. said "You guys don't mind if I lay down, do you? I'm really tired."
"No, not at all." Greg said, and they started to get up, but Jenna held them back.
"Don't get up. You can be my pillows." and she pivoted on her butt, and layed down on her back with her head squarely in Greg's lap and draped her legs across Bill's. Greg put his arm across her stomach, as there wasn't room for it anywhere else, and Bill had his somewhat awkwardly across her legs. "That's much better." She said, closing her eyes and adding "just need to find a comfortable position." and she proceeded to squirm her head in Greg's lap, no doubt grinding into his cock as she did. Her legs moving back and forth on Bill's lap were surely doing the same thing. She let out a sigh before settling down, but would fidget every so often I'm sure to keep her 'pillows' from getting too soft.
From the position she was in, Greg still had a great view of her breasts, but Bill had a great view up her skirt, as her maneuver to lay down caused it ride up a bit, and it barely covered her.
I let a few more minutes pass, and I'm sure she was enjoying every second, knowing that Bill was staring right up her skirt. Then I made an expression as if I just came to a realization, turned to the couch, catching the guy's gazes quickly jut back up to the screen, and said "Jen, you didn't take those sleeping pills the doctor gave you, did you?"
She waited a few seconds, no doubt processing what I was saying before replying "Well, I was going to go to sleep. You were supposed to be right back."
"You know you're not supposed to take those when you drink!"
"But I have trouble sleeping." She replied.
"Well, I don't think that'll be a problem tonight." I said and she let out a moan of agreement, closed her eyes again and fidgeted around some more in the guys laps. I let a few more minutes pass by before saying "Jen, did you fall asleep? ... Jen!" I rolled out of my chair to kneel on the floor next to her on the couch. "Jenna!" I called again, shaking her shoulder, pretending to try to wake her. She played along and feigned sleep. "Damn. She's going to be out the rest of the night. A bomb blast won't wake her up once she's taken those pills, and especially not after drinking. I just hope it's not too much."
"I'm sure she'll be fine." John added, reassuringly.
"Probably." I said, "but I'll have to keep an eye on her for the next couple hours to be sure." I let my gaze fall to her breasts and stared at them for a few seconds before reaching out for them. "Damn, her tits are glorious." and I cupped one in my hand and rubbed it slowly, taking my time to enjoy it. Then I raised my hand in a 'one second' gesture, then brought my finger to my lips as if I was shushing them for a secret I was going to tell. "But this..." I reached down and pulled up the front of her skirt. Her panties, revealed to the room, stretched across her mound as if it was painted on. I ran my hand over it, rubbing the front. "This is something else." And I reached lower, curving my fingers between her legs. Her panties were soaked and were coating my fingers in her fluids. I pressed them against her as if trying to push them inside her. "She loves it when I play with her when she's out like this. I tell her everything I did to her and it gets her so horny." I 'admitted', then brought by hand back to my face, gave a good sniff, then kissed my fingers in an italian-like 'delicious' gesture "Magnificent!". I reached down and put her skirt back into place then pointed at each of the guys on the couch "Can you two watch her for now, since you're right here?" I questioned, knowing they'd watch her like hawks even without the 'danger' of her mixing booze and sleeping pills.
"Sure! Of course." Bill responded.
"Thanks!" I said as climbed back into my chair and turned back to the TV, leaving them just in the corner of my sight, just enough to make out what they were doing, but with my 'sloppy drunkenness', I was surely completely oblivious to them. "What did I miss?" I asked about the game, as if I didn't just feel up my girlfriend in front of the room. I would make the occasional comment about what was happening in the game, just to strengthen the illusion as time went on.
It wasn't long before Greg had raised his hand up her body some and was rubbing her breasts slowly, so as not to make it too obvious. Bill tentatively raised her skirt up to get a better view before putting it back down in a position to leave her panties exposed so that Greg could see them, as well. A couple minutes later and he started rubbing the front of her panties. I spit out a comment about the game, just to make them jump, and to reiterate that I wasn't paying attention to them at all. Bill slowly moved her skirt back down, but then his hand slid underneath. He didn't move for a minute or two, but then he started rubbing her again. Jenna was no doubt in heaven with two guys groping her while she lay in their laps, while simultaneously in hell, having to 'be asleep' while she no doubt wanted to moan and squirm. She loves the anticipation and the slow deliberateness of this kinda thing, so it was right up her alley. Bill's arm shifted, in a direction that could only mean one thing: He was now fingering her right there on the couch. I couldn't see, but there was no other reason to reach in from that angle. A few minutes of him slowly fingering her passed before he pulled his hand out, sniffing his fingers. Greg moved his hand from her breast, and leaning over slightly was able to slide his hand right down the front of her skirt as he, too, rubbed Jenna's pussy, trying to be as nonchalant about it as possible. I couldn't tell if he was above or underneath her panties, but he had to reach to get his hand low enough and he wouldn't be able to get more than the tips of his fingers in her, not to mention that it was quite obvious what he was doing, if I just looked over there, so after a few seconds he pulled his hand back and placed it on her chest below her breasts so he could assess the situation again and make sure everything was fine. Bill wasted no time and, once again, his hand was up her skirt and he was slowly fingering her. Greg also upped the ante by reaching up her shirt to rub her breasts directly, though he was having some trouble keeping the shirt from riding up and exposing her, which would have made things even more obvious than they already were, so he settled for above shirt petting.
After several more minutes of this Jenna tensed and both hands shot back to their positions. She just came from Bill's manipulations, and that was quite a feat for her to keep it to just that. I slowly turned my head in her direction, looking concerned. "She doing ok?" I asked.
Greg looked down at here and pretended to assess her, as if he didn't just literally have his hand on the pulse of the situation a few seconds earlier. "She's doing fine. Probably just a dream."
"I should probably bring her back to our bed ... " I slurred out as I rolled out of my chair again onto my knees. "... though I probably shouldn't be attempting this." John, who was sitting there the whole time at the perfect angle to witness everything that was going on, was no doubt stewing as he wished he could join in. He valiantly still managed to engage me in idle banter about the game, no doubt to keep me distracted. I decided to reward him. "John, can you get her legs, and Greg, get under her arms." Greg sat her up and maneuvered such that he slid his arms under hers, ready to pick her up. John picked up each leg from Bill's lap and put a leg at each side of his hips, and the two of them lifted her up. Invariably, her skirt was pulled by gravity up her legs and rested at her hips, giving John a view directly between her legs at the wet spot of her panties. The two awkwardly walked her across the hall as Bill came along to 'help out' and opened the door to my room. I followed behind, leaning against the walls for support. They sat her down on the bed and were about to lay her down, but I stopped them. "Wait, better take off that shirt. She loves that shirt and she'll kill me if it gets damaged with her sleeping in it." They all looked at each other as if they didn't believe what they just heard before Greg grabbed the bottom of her shirt from behind and started lifting it up. John lifted her arms up so that Greg could continue, and her glorious breasts bounced down into view, there for the room to see. Greg put the shirt on the chair as I added "The skirt, too. It'll get all bunched up and she likes to be comfortable when she sleeps."
