She is the One (Part 18) - Sex Stories

She is the One (Part 18)

... walked to the door, calling back, “Let me know if you think of something, mmkay?” Man, I was being a smartass. Probably joy from seeing Tara. Who knows? The girls were all lounging in the living room when I came down, giggling and whispering together as, I guess, girls are wont to do. I don’t know. If I tried to pretend I could understand females, you’d rightfully call me a liar. “Hey Jack!” they all called in unison when I came in the room. “Hello, hello, hello,” I replied, plopping down in the armchair, “Feeling good, Tara?” She stretched out her long legs until she slid down so her back was on the seat and her butt was hanging over the edge. “ Sooooooo good,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “We’re just enjoying some girl time,” Kayla said, grinning at me, “Can Tara just live here forever?” I laughed. “Five minutes and you’re already ready for her to stay?” Tara looked like she wanted to say something but stopped herself. “Of course!” Kayla replied, “Wouldn’t you like that, Amanda?” “Absolutely!” Amanda said, though I caught the slight hesitation as her eyes flicked over to where Alan was sitting, silent and subdued. “Well, Tara,” I said, “Get yourself a nice, big-paycheck job and clear it with your parents and then clear it with my parents and wish upon a star and maybe you’ll see us all the time.” She wagged her eyebrows mysteriously. “I’d like that,” she said slowly. “Well,” I said, looking from one girl to the next, “How goes ‘girl time’?” “Awesome,” Kayla replied, ...

... taking Tara’s hand, “Tara was just telling me about the line of makeup she uses. She even brought some extra for me to try!” She sounded excited. I glanced over at Alan, who looked just as mystified as to why this was so exciting. I managed a smile and said, “That’s sweet but none of you really need makeup.” Tara groaned as she pulled herself up. “You’re sweet, Jack. Completely wrong, but sweet.” “How am I wrong?” I asked, “You’re all beautiful.” “Absolutely,” Alan agreed, bobbing his head. “Accentuation isn’t required.” “Well, I like it,” Tara said, folding her arms in a huff, “And I’m not offering you any.” “Good,” I replied, folding my arms as well, “I don’t want any.” Tara blinked and then an evil smile spread slowly across her face. She looked right and left at both Amanda and Kayla, who nodded in silent agreement to whatever Tara’s look had suggested and I promised myself I would double-check the lock on my door tonight. “Enjoy yourselves,” I said, standing up, “Alan, you wanna go do something manly?” “Like what?” he asked. “I don’t know. Eat a bacon cheeseburger while playing Call of Duty ?” “But you hate Call of Duty .” “Yeah, but if you know of a more manly video game…” He thought about it, then shrugged. “You’re right. Let’s do it.” He stood up. “Hang on a second,” Tara said, holding her hands out to both of us, “Who said you could leave?” “It’s girl-time,” I replied, “We’ve got too much man to be a part of it.” “Uh uh,” Tara said, smirking broadly (something I never ...