This chapter picks up immediately following Part Two.
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Freshly showered after the exertions and excitement of the evening, we dressed and left my flat to walk the short distance to the pub. I was feeling pretty good, walking with a gorgeous young girl on each arm and had a big smile on my face, even though the feeling that I had been somewhat manipulated still loitered at the back of my mind.
It was obvious that neither of my two nieces was now wearing a bra. Sophie had arrived at my flat this evening without one and Kristen had clearly not replaced hers after her shower. Fortunately it was a fine late summer evening and the temperature was comfortable but still both girls' nipples stood proud through the thin material of their dresses and their boobs jiggled attractively as we walked along.
Kristen spotted me stealing a glance at Sophie's chest. "Hey you!" she said. "I know Soph's are bigger but mine are nice and perky, aren't they?" She thrust her pretty boobs forward in her dress.
"No need to get jealous" I replied. "You're both gorgeous and there's no way I could choose between you."
"Lucky for you, you don't have to" interjected Sophie, linking her arm through mine. "You've got us both!"
Unfortunately, that feeling at the back of my mind allowed my mouth to come out with its retort before my brain had fully clicked into gear. "True, but I wonder what it's going to cost me?" I blurted out.
"What do you mean?" Kristen shot back.
I realised I had to tread a little carefully here as there was a chance that I was wrong and I could easily ruin a great situation I had going. "Sorry, but I just get a feeling there's something going on here that I'm not fully aware of" I said cautiously. As I did so, I saw Kristen shoot a nervous glance at Sophie that removed any lingering doubt in my mind. Staring straight at Kristen I said "Come on, out with it. What is it that I don't know?"
Kristen couldn't hold my gaze and shifted her eyes to Sophie, who was clearly the leader here. I turned my head to her. "Well?" I said.
Sophie hesitated for a few seconds and then replied "Sam, there is something we wanted to ask you. It's a big favour and ... yes, I suppose we were trying you out to see if you might be up for it. We were going to ask you tonight anyway."
I guess I should have been angry but, as I had suspected there was something behind the events of recent weeks, I was more intrigued than annoyed and I told Sophie to spill what it was they wanted. She explained that she wanted to help out a friend who had been without a relationship for several years and, though clearly in need of some physical male attention, was too shy to set about resolving her situation. Sophie though that if she could find someone who would, not to put it too fine a point on it, give her a good fucking it would relieve her frustration and boost her confidence for the future.
I was taken aback. When I recovered my composure I wanted to know more about this friend, but Sophie was not willing to share many more details. In response to my many questions, she would only reveal that it was a girl she and Kristen had known for a long time and that I had almost certainly met her. She was not a virgin as she had been in relationships with men in the past but she had been involuntarily celibate for quite a while, was very shy and lacked any confidence.
I racked my brain to think who it might be. There was one friend of the girls from school that I though it might be. Ellen (or was it Ella?) was in Sophie's class at school. She had been to my parents' house a couple of times that I could recall. I thought of her because she was painfully shy and timid, quite the opposite of Sophie who, I know, had tried very hard to help bring her out of her shell. She was a not-unattractive girl, if a little plain, tending to carry a few extra pounds and who, I clearly remembered, had developed an impressive pair of tits at quite a young age.
I couldn't think of any other candidate, so assumed this was who Sophie was referring to. She really held no great appeal to me and I told Kristen and Sophie that I really wasn't up for it. Sophie, in particular, looked very disappointed.
By this time we had arrived at the pub. As the evening was still warm, the girls bagged a table in the small garden while I went into the bar to get us some drinks. I got to the bar and ordered a pint for myself, a white wine for Kristen and an orange juice for Sophie, who was driving.
Two guys sitting at the bar were watching the highlights of an earlier football match on the TV. While I was waiting for the drinks, a goal was scored late in the match. One of the guys started to celebrate. His friend, clearly a supporter of the losing team, was not so happy. "Oh fuck off! That was just a lucky deflection. No way you lot deserved to win that today."
The other responding with a huge grin on his face. "Don't matter how it goes in. Still counts as a goal. I'll take the win any way it comes!"
Hearing him suddenly made me realise how stupid I was being. Why was I turning down free sex with a willing girl and putting the fun I was having with Kristen and Sophie at risk?
I paid for the drinks and carried them on a tray out to the girls in the garden.
