Work had really sucked today. I was tired and irritated, the drive home only making these two emotions worse. Working as a retail store manager had some serious downs sometimes and one was closing the store at 9:00 every night. I felt edgy as I pulled into the driveway of the small country house I rented with my buddy Len. There was a strange car parked in the open space off to the side.
Great, I thought, Len has some asshole from his work crew over or, worse yet, some bimbo biker bitch he met at the bar after work.
I parked and locked my car and entered the house through the back porch. I stepped through the small entry room and into the kitchen. I could hear voices from out in the living room/dining room area. There were three very different voices, two of them belonging to women. I dropped my crap on the kitchen table and opened the fridge looking for a beer. There was a nice new twelve pack in front, only two missing from it. I grabbed one as a new chorus of laughter erupted from the other room.
I popped the cap and stepped into the doorframe that looked out into the dining room. Len spotted me and smiled. I then spotted the two ladies at the table with him and made a smile of my own. They were pretty hot.
"Hey buddy!" Len called out. "This is Patricia and Rachel. Ladies, this is my esteemed roommate Dave."
I tipped my beer bottle in their direction. Patricia was slightly shorter in appearance than Rachel, her long straight brown hair coming to mid shoulder. From what I could see she had a nice figure with what appeared to be very large breasts straining against her sweater. Rachel was taller, maybe 5'8" or so. Her curly blonde hair framed a cute face highlighted by her deep blue eyes. Her taller figure was slimmer in appearance compared to Patricia but with very nice curves.
"Ladies, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." I said and moved through the room.
While both women were noteworthy I was still in an irritated mood and really not in any frame of mind to party. From the looks of all the empties on the table the three of them had been going at it awhile. My plan was to head for my easy chair and catch some Sportscenter before crashing.
Now at this point all of you are wondering why in the hell I didn't just slide into an open seat at the table and have a great time with these two rather attractive ladies. I was just not in the mood. Contrary to popular belief, not all 23 year old guys think with only the small head. I was not interested in small talk, banter and drunken posturing. I had a crappy day and frankly wanted to be alone.
"Hey where are you going pal?" Len asks as I walked into the adjoining living room.
"To take a load off man, I had a shitty day." I practically fell into the comfortable recliner, lifting the footrest and kicking my shoes off.
Len shakes his head, "Not fair man, we really want a fourth for Hearts."
Apparently they had been playing cards and drinking. I wondered how he had not managed to get them to play strip poker.
"It's no big deal Len," Rachel says, "just let him relax." She beamed a smile at me.
I nodded in her direction, taking a sip of my beer and flipped the TV on.
For the next twenty minutes I half watched TV, half listened to them talk and play cards. Suddenly my attention came to full life when I heard Patricia comment on the size of a man's penis. Apparently the conversation had finally made its way to sex.
"You ladies have heard of the statement that it's not the length of the wand but the magic in the stick right?" Len said with a laugh.
Neither of the women was buying that one. The looked at each other and laughed really hard.
"That's what guys with small dicks say." Patricia said between laughs.
