"I'm not very good at making decisions," he grinned.
The two young girls stared at one another and laughed. "Well, so far as I'm concerned," the blonde started.
"You don't have to choose," the brunette finished. "We're...."
"A couple," the other girl finished.
"I see," he practically drooled.
"I'm Gwen," the brunette offered, grinning devilishly. "This is Kerri."
"Gwen and Kerri," he nodded.
"Right," the blonde girl, Kerri, beamed. "Don't forget it!"
He chuckled lightly at this.
"So rockstar," Gwen grinned.
She had the most beautiful lavender eyes, he thought, realizing that they were clearly not natural. She was the taller of the two girls, clearly a few years the senior of Kerri. She was lean and firm, her breasts jutting proudly from her miniscule tank top. Her jeans were so low on her hips, he could easily see hints of her panties- a thong, by the look of it. Her hair was a soft chestnut blended with the occassional pink streak.
Nice touch, he grinned to himself.
Her friend, Kerri, was smaller, more petite. Her tiny waist was sinched in by a tight black corset, her blue leather pants almost too flashy for their present atmosphere. He appreciated her effort to look good, though. Her blonde hair was untamed, wild and reaching almost fully to her bottom. Her makeup was liberally applied; a stark contradiction to Gwen, who wore no makeup at all.
Natural and overdone.
Casual and wild.
The perfect pair, he thought. And lovers?
He could die a happy, happy man.
"Hey, snap out of it!" Gwen quipped, slapping his cheek lightly. "Come back to earth, Benjo-boy."
Benji snorted. She was certainly a spirited gal.
"Alright, my playthings," Gwen giggled. "I have a hotelroom key, anyone care to join me?"
Kerri grabbed her girlfriend's outstretched hand, and they waited expectantly for Benji to follow.
"You won't hurt me, will you?" Benji smirked.
Kerri grinned. "Only if you beg."
"And you will!" Gwen teased. "Oh, you definitely will!"
*~*~*~*
"You're beautiful," Kerri gasped as he tossed his last item of clothing across the tiny hotelroom. "I was always a Billy girl, but hot damn, boy."
Benji grinned, she was doing wonders for his ego.
"Are you the bigger twin?" the blonde grinned as she slid her hands up his exposed chest.
Benji's voice came out raspy as he whispered, "Yes."
Gwen walked over to the bed, and sat down beside Benji. "And I'll bet you say that to all the ladies."
Kerri and Benji laughed.
Benji tried to collect his thoughts, tried to say something effective. "So, you're into lil Billy?" he asked Kerri.
"She is," Gwen nodded. "Unfortunately, I think we scared the hell out of him."
"Oh?" Benji's eyebrows raised.
"We made him the same offer and he ran off giggling like a schoolgirl," Gwen laughed.
Benji's heart sank. "I'm your second choice?"
"Honey, you're laying naked on a bed and two girls are about to pleasure you, you complaining?" Kerri winked.
Benji shook his head feverishly.
"Didn't think so," Kerri winked and ran her hand through his jet black hair. "I love this."
"I love this," Gwen cooed as she leaned over Benji's reclined body and licked softly over his flaccid shaft.
Benji let out a low grunt as her tongue ran slowly over his body.
"He likes that, Gwen," Kerri cooed, reaching a hand out and pushing the brunette's hair off her face.
"I'd like for you two to get naked," Benji moaned slowly, each word painstakingly difficult to speak.
Kerri stood away from the bed and winked at him. "You want this, baby?" she asked as she began to unzip her corset.
He nodded.
She managed to remove the article of clothing and toss it to the floor, quickly moving onto her leather pants. Benji watched in awe as he felt Gwen draw him into her mouth, felt himself grow harder against her moist tongue, watched Kerri shake her body suggestively to remove her pants.
He could barely take it and they had only just begun.
He glanced down at the mass of dark hair in his lap, then to the blonde girl stripping before his eyes. She was topless now, her large breasts exposed to his hungry eyes. They were fake, he deduced immediately, but that was okay: he loved blondes with fake tits. It was a guilty pleasure that he would never admit to, publically.
