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"Made up your mind yet?" Maureen asked, looking at me oddly.
"I wish you were serious," I joked.
"How do you know I'm not?" she asked. I looked at her and couldn't tell. I was sorely tempted to pick one of them and see what would happen, but I just couldn't do that to the other one.
"I just can't do it," I sighed loudly.
"It's a good thing," Dot grinned. "Mo would have been so hurt when you chose me."
"You?" Maureen said in disbelief. "There is no way he would have picked you over me!"
"Give me one good reason why he wouldn't!" Dot demanded.
"I can give you two!" Mo snapped in reply.
"You know," I sighed loudly. "It's times like this that I wish this room had a mud wrestling pit."
"Who needs one?" Mo said, and then looked at Dottie with an evil grin. The curly haired girl nodded. The next thing I knew, two pillows came out of the darkness and struck me.
"That wasn't very nice, or smart for that matter," I said softly.
"Why not?" Maureen asked.
In answer, I got up holding all three pillows and shut the light. I tossed two of the pillows into a corner and used mine to attack where I last saw Maureen. My first swing made contact.
"Hey!" she cried.
"Get him!" Dot cried and jumped me.
The next thing I knew two bodies landed on me in the darkness. I started laughing so hard I could barely defend myself, but I held onto my pillow. I used it to my advantage until Mo and Dot found my weakness.
"No tickling!" I cried. "That's cheating!"
"All's fair..." Dottie disembodied voice said. She and Mo were laughing just as hard as me.
"If you say so!" I cried.
The room was pitch black, but I could feel both ladies against me. Maybe it was the drinking or the conversation we'd had, or maybe it was just plain old horniness. I don't know which, but I do know that I took advantage of the situation and squeezed Dottie's ass.
"Move that hand or lose it!" Dottie demanded. "You pervert!"
"Stop tickling me!" I retorted.
"Never!" she cried. I goosed her and Dottie cried out.
"What happened?" Maureen asked.
"He goosed me!" Dottie called. Her tone was indignant, but she hadn't stopped tickling me.
"He didn't!" Mo laughed.
"Yes, I did!" I said, reaching out toward Maureen.
My hand bumped her tits almost immediately. I waited for her cry of outrage, but she didn't say a word. I don't know what came over me, but I took hold of one of her large breasts and caressed it. Maureen surprised me by moaning to my ear, "Naughty! Naughty!"
"What's going on?" Dottie asked, finally no longer tickling me. My hand was still on her ass. I was so horny at this point that I wasn't thinking straight.
"This!" I said thickly, caressing her ass briefly before sliding my hand toward her thighs. I took my time, giving her a chance to stop me if she really wanted to.
"You wouldn't dare!" Dot cried.
"I wouldn't bet on that!" Maureen moaned, obviously enjoying what I was doing to her breasts with my other hand.
"This isn't happening," Dot mumbled. My hand found her center and a gasp escaped her lips. I could feel the heat of her excitement through her sweats.
"If you say so," Maureen laughed gently.
"We can't!" Dot said, more to herself than Mo or me.
"I can," Maureen said confidently. I suddenly felt her hand against my thigh. "I've been thinking about doing this months!" I felt her hand shift until it rested on my cock.
"But it's so wrong!" Dot cried.
"Why?" Maureen asked. I decided to let her do the convincing. So far despite Dot's concerns, she hadn't stop me from rubbing her pussy through her sweats. They were getting damp.
"I don't know! It just is!" Dot cried.
"The three of us care for each other," Mo said. "And both of us are interested in Mark as more than a friend. We agreed about that last night. That's why we tried to pressure him into asking one of us on a date."
I continued to keep quiet, but it was getting extremely difficult for two reasons.