Chapter 5 After that night, Katy and I had a serious talk about
our relationship. Even though she was a senior, she
hadn’t dated much through high school because
the boys just wanted in her pants. Coupled with the
fact that she wanted a scholarship, dating had gone
to the back of her to do list. She was hit on constantly, but had turned everyone down the last
few years thinking it wasn’t worth the effort or the
time it would take from her studies.
The rumors that Katy had heard about Diane and I
intrigued her. The most popular one seemed to be
that I had rescued her from some guy that was abusive and now, Diane owed me. It was almost
comical but I guess the timing of the fight I was
expelled over and our dating did coincide.
Katy was very analytical so she had observed us
from a distance and, on occasions, studied some
psychology texts that she thought were appropriate. This was how she knew to approach
Diane so strongly in the car the first night we went
out.
It turned out we were the perfect couple. She
wanted to save her virginity for a special time and I
had Diane to relieve my sexual tensions. We went on dates without Diane and had a blast. Katy and I
had the same quirky sense of humor and she could
keep up with me in every way. She took an interest
in the things I was doing by coming by my job and
the gym.
She and Smitty hit it off instantly and from then on she would come to the gym every night to study
and watch me prepare for the fight I had coming
up in a month. She even researched nutrition to
help me cut weight and explained how the last
week before the fight it would just be a matter of
losing water to make the limit. We got into a rhythm and about twice a week we
had date nights. This was usually followed by
picking up Diane at the end of the night and going
to the park or some other secluded place. Katy
would kiss and tease me while Diane would do
everything else to get me off. I was having fun, Diane was always turned on, and Katy was having
sex vicariously. It was perfect.
My birthday was coming up in a few weeks and
Katy, being the imaginative minx she was, wanted
to make it special. She quizzed me on what I
wanted for a gift, where I wanted to go, and if there was anything I wanted Diane to do for me. I half-
jokingly told her I wished Diane was nicer to the
Three Amigos. They were geeks, but it bothered me
that she still had an attitude towards them, even
after our talk.
Katy listened quietly but didn’t say anything. She had been able to get Diane to talk to her about
things that she would never open up to me about. I
figured she would discuss the situation with Diane
and it might actually make a difference. Katy was
good with her and I could see that she had gained
Diane’s trust. The weekend before my birthday my parent were
going out of town to visit my grandmother. Since I
didn’t want to miss work, they were going to allow
me to stay home by myself. It wasn’t the first time I
had been left to take care of things but, it would be
the first time I had company while they were away. Katy was thrilled to find out we would have the
house to ourselves for the entire weekend. She set
about planning my birthday party but wouldn’t tell
me the details. I had plenty to do anyway, with my
job and training for the fight, so I let her handle it.
She recruited Diane to help with the planning so I didn’t have to do anything but show up.
The last few days before my birthday party Diane
began to act a little strange. She was hornier than
usual and seemed almost embarrassed to look at
me. I had never seen her this way before so I
surmised that Katy had come up with a way to include her at the party. Katy asked me not to have
sex with Diane that week so I figured that was
contributing to her behavior.
Friday finally came and Katy came to the shop to get
the keys to the house and asked me not to come
home until 8pm. It wasn’t a problem, since I never got home until then on normal days. I needed to
spend some more time on the Chevelle as Jesse was
helping me put the finishing touches on my new V8
engine. We had already installed it and tonight we
planned to crank it up for the first time. Around
8pm we had it running and Jesse had been right on the mark when he told me I would appreciate the
car soon enough.
I headed home and when I got to the door I found
it locked. Ringing the bell brought Katy and she
pulled me into the hallway before insisting I put on
a blindfold. I had a good idea that I was about to see why Diane had been worked up all week so I
let her guide me blindly into the living room. Once
there she popped off the blindfold and I have to
admit I was in shock to say the least.
In the middle of the room was a table with the
Three Amigo’s standing next to it. There were playing cards all ready to go and four chairs with
the rest of the room decorated in a casino theme
complete with a roulette wheel.
“Happy Birthday” Jerry, David, and Curt yelled as
the blindfold came off. I was stunned and
speechless as I looked around the room. Diane was nowhere to be seen and I had a hard time figuring
out what was going on. It seemed
uncharacteristically mundane for Katy to set up
such a corny theme for my party. Especially when
she knew I didn’t gamble and had no interest in it. I
looked at Katy and she seemed to beam at my reaction.
“Surprised?” she quizzed.
“You have no idea,” I responded. I kept my
disappointment from showing as the guys came
over to wish me a happy birthday. I was glad to see
them but I was still trying to figure out why Katy had only invited these three. I knew she was a
bright girl so I waited to see what the real surprise
was going to be.
We settled down at the table and, since I had never
played before, the guys explained the rules of five
card stud. We dealt our first hand as Katy went to the kitchen to get us food. In a few minutes, it was
Diane that returned with a tray and the game came
to an abrupt stop.
Diane was crimson red in the face and it had to do
with her outfit. She was wearing a French maid
costume which pushed her firm breasts almost completely out of the top and the skirt was barely
below her pussy. She was swaying toward us
seductively on six inch heels and, when she turned,
I realized the back of the skirt would show her ass
if she bent over even a small amount. She obviously
knew this as well because she walked rigidly upright across the living room floor. I looked
around the table as she headed directly to me and
the other guys were following her with their eyes
across the room as if in a trance.
“Happy Birthday Sir,” she squeaked, straining to
keep her composure. She began putting down my drink and some snacks as I looked her over close
up. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh and
under the skirt to find she had on a thong. She
shuddered at my touch and I belatedly realized that
she had called me Sir. This was new.
Diane continued around the table delivering drinks and snacks until the tray was empty and headed
back to the kitchen. Four pairs of eyes followed her
cute swaying ass until she walked past Katy, into
the kitchen, and out of sight. Katy caught my eye
and I could see she was pleased with herself. I had
to admit, this party was getting better. We resumed our card game with the dealer
changing every hand. Thank goodness we were
only paying for poker chips because I was getting
stomped. In just a little over two hours I had almost
no chips left. I wasn’t too surprised since I was
playing against three boy geniuses and Curt was using a freaking calculator to bet.
With only a few chips left it appeared I was done.
Diane happened to be standing next to me and I
could actually smell her arousal. I looked at the
floor between her feet and I realized there were a
few drop of moisture there. She was literally dripping wet!
I decided to up the ante a bit with the next hand. I
pushed in my four chips and waited for the guys to
explain that I didn’t have enough to bet on this
hand. I understood of course, but I played it up like
I just had an epiphany. “What would this skirt be worth?” I asked as I
tugged at Diane’s costume.
It became extremely quiet and I thought I had
gone too far but Katy piped up to save me, “That
should be enough to at least finish this hand.”
The guys agreed readily and got their cards. All three now had calculators out and were busy
punching in numbers. Of course, I lost that hand
and now Diane stood shivering with anticipation. I
had her move to the middle of the floor so we could
all see her and then told her to take off the skirt.
She moved slowly out to where we could better look at her and then, with trembling fingers, she
pulled the skirt away to show her now soaked G-
string. The boys all let out a collective sigh and then
Katy had her arms around me from behind.
“Time for a different game.” she whispered in my
ear. We moved to the roulette table, which I thought
was just for decoration, and Katy explained the
rules. She produced a poster with a grid that had a
picture of each item of Diane’s costume.
“You each get four poker chips of the same color.
You place them any single number on the field and you can pick one article to take off of our waitress.
If the ball lands on double zero all the players win
the prize on this card.”
Before putting the card face down on the table she
showed it to Diane. Her reaction was priceless as
she put her hand to her mouth and gasped. It was apparent she wasn’t aware of this beforehand.
“Relax,” said Katy, “The odds are 37 to 1 in your
favor.” This didn’t seem to relax Diane at all, so all
the guys were extremely curious what was written
on the card.
We all placed our bets and you would think with almost half the layout covered the odds were in our
favor. It didn’t work out that way. Eight spins later
and nothing had been removed from Diane except
the skirt I had lost for her earlier. Katy was
prepared for this and handed out two more chips
per player. “That ought to increase your odds,” She grinned.
The very next spin David hit and was trying to
decide what article of clothing to pick. It took so
long we all started harassing him until he picked
her blouse. Diane stood quietly while David
fumbled with the buttons before finally pulling the shirt free.
The bra Diane had on was barely holding her
breasts and part of one nipple was visible. This
spurred on the competition and every few spins
someone was winning. It was a lot of fun and we
all moaned or cheered as a group depending on which number came up.
We were down to just Diane’s G-String when the
improbable happened. The ball fell on double zero.
The room got quiet and then erupted in applause
as everyone but Diane was pumped to see what the
prize was. Katy was surprised as well but, when I caught her eye, she shrugged. Diane looked
mortified. The look on her face was slowly replaced
with her usual warm glow and I knew that
whatever it was, she would be good to go.
The guys quieted down and Katy took the card,
“Here it is boys. The best prize of the night.” She flipped the card over and I was stunned to see
that the word Mouth Gig was printed in big bold
letters. Everyone was silent for a split second and
then Curt yelled, “I’m first!”
We all laughed and even Diane giggled at his
response. We had the practically naked Diane hold three cards and each of the Three Amigos took
one. The all flipped them over at the same time and
Curt had the low card. We all busted out laughing
again as Diane took David’s high card and led him
to the nearby bathroom to claim his prize.
Obviously the night was winding down and when Curt finished with Diane, she came back to the room
completely naked. We said our goodbyes to the
Three Amigos and then I took the two girls to bed.
We bleeped like bunnies for hours and just as we
were about to fall asleep at dawn, I thanked Katy
for a wonderful birthday present. Both she and Diane giggled.
“Silly boy,” Katy cooed, “This was just your birthday
party. You don’t get your presents until next
weekend on your real birth date.” Chapter 6 Katy, Diane, and I were exhausted. We had spent
the Saturday after the party screwing around, in
more ways than one. We decided to take a break
on Sunday morning to give us all time to catch up
on school work and get ready for the week. I
constantly pried the two nymphos to find out what they had planned for my birthday gift, but they
weren’t talking.
The next day I headed for work after school and
found my Chevelle was gone. Jesse had taken it to
a friend’s paint shop to get an estimate since the
first one we got was almost $4000. There was no way I could come up with that amount any time
soon so it was nice of Jesse to take the time to help
me get a better deal.
Jesse gave me the next two weeks off to train for
my fight and he promised to attend. I headed over
to Smitty’s and he was happy to hear I had the extra time to train and pushed me harder than
ever. By Thursday I was completely worn down but
the extra training made me feel like I was ready for
my fight. All I had to do was cut weight and stay
healthy.
School was ending soon and prom was just around the corner. I wanted to take both the girls but I
knew that wouldn’t be allowed. Katy was going to
be my date but I wanted to include Diane as well. I
spent a lot of time thinking about it and finally
decided on a course of action.
The week flew by and before I knew it the weekend had arrived. My parents had been back
for a few days so when Saturday morning rolled
around they woke me up early. This was unusual
but, being my birthday, it didn’t surprise me too
much. Breakfast was already on the table when I
got to the kitchen and both my Mom and Dad looked anxious.
After a few seconds of us just staring at one
another, they both broke out in huge grins and
yelled, “Happy Birthday!” Mom pulled out a card
and Dad slid a small box over to me. I opened the
card first and it had a $100 bill inside. The card said, ‘This is for gas.’
They looked at me expectantly as I open the box
to find a car key. I recognized it immediately as
belonging to my Chevelle and I looked back at
them quizzically.
Dad nodded toward the door and I jumped up and ran outside. In the driveway was my Chevelle. It
had been painted dark blue with white racing
stripes and looked incredible. It had the rims on it
that I had purchased second hand and the exact
tires that I had been saving for. I was ecstatic to say
the least. The seats that Jesse and I had removed were now recovered and the carpet was new as
well.
“How did you do this?” I asked them.
They explained that they had contacted Jesse to
see how I was doing and when he told them about
the car they wanted to see it. Once at the shop, Jesse had raved about what a good kid I was and
my parents had suggested they pay to finish up the
car for me as a birthday gift.
Jesse had sent the seats out to be recovered the
day after we took them out and then delivered the
car to the body shop for paint last Friday when I left for the party. This gave them plenty of time to paint
the car and put the new seats and carpet in before
today.
“This is because of the great job you have done this
year in school,” Mom said. Dad told me how proud
he was as well and they both promised to support me by being at the fight next week. I was so
excited I couldn’t wait to show the girls and, with a
quick hug and kiss for my parents, jumped in the
car and took off.
I was halfway to Katy’s before I realized it was still
early. Too excited to wait I went straight to her house and was surprised to find her outside with a
small bag. She got in as I pulled to a stop in front of
the curve.
“Looks good, doesn’t it,” she said as I pulled back
into the street.
“How did you know what was going on?” I asked. “Diane and I were supposed to keep you busy after
work on Friday; did we do a good job?”
“Oh yeah, you did a great job. How did you know I
was coming?”
“Your parents called to let me know,” she laughed,
“We are going on a road trip!” I pulled up to Diane’s house and she was at the
curb with a small bag as well. I guess everyone was
in on this one. With the three of us in my Chevelle, I
power braked a long burnout at the last stop sign
before getting on the highway. The girls screamed
in delight as tire smoke rolled in the windows and the sound of the V8 overpowered us. This was
going to be a great weekend.
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