She is the One (Part 18) - Sex Stories

She is the One (Part 18)

... thought possible until she did it), “You’re staying right there. I haven’t seen you in forever and I’m planning on making up as much as I can.” “Girl time,” I said again, “Shouldn’t you be out shopping or something?” The girls all looked at each other with glee. “That sounds great ,” Kayla said, throwing me a wicked smile. “Fantastic!” Amanda agreed. “Thanks for the suggestion, Jack,” Tara said, standing up gracefully, “I’m ready when you are.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said quickly, desperate not to get dragged into this nightmare, “Who says I’m driving you guys?” “You did,” Kayla replied, “Just now.” “What?!” “I distinctly heard the words, ‘I’m driving you guys’ come out of your mouth. Am I wrong?” she asked the other girls. “I heard it too,” Amanda said saintly. “So did I,” Tara said, seizing my hand, “And we accept. Let’s go.” “But—” “Your butt is awesome and we’ll talk about it some other time,” Tara interrupted, grabbing my coat off the coat rack and dragging me towards the door. I pulled against her but Kayla was pushing me from behind and, try though I might, the door was getting closer. “Have fun, Jack!” Alan said, waving to me as he unsuccessfully tried to hide his relief. Amanda scooped him up in her arms. “You’re coming too.” Alan, after taking a moment to be stunned by the fact that his sister was strong enough to pick him up, started to struggle. “Put me down!” he roared, “Dad!” “What?” came dad’s irritated response from upstairs. “Amanda’s kidnapping me to go ...

... shopping!” Dad was silent for a moment, then called, “Have fun!” Traitor. With lots of pleading and bullying (somehow combined into one), the girls managed to get me into the driver’s seat and, very begrudgingly, I finally said, “Okay, fine, I’ll take you to the mall. Why do you even want to go shopping anyway? Christmas is only a few days away.” “Jack,” Tara said, laying a sympathetic hand on my shoulder, “We didn’t say we wanted to buy anything. We just want to ‘shop’.” She made quotation marks with her fingers I looked at Alan, both of us with the same ‘the fuck doesn’t that mean?!’ look on our faces. “I’m sorry, doesn’t ‘shopping’ usually involve buying stuff? Or something?” Kayla, sitting next to me, sighed. “No, Jack. Shopping involves buying stuff. ‘Shopping’—” she also made the quotation marks, “—doesn’t.” “But…I…” I was flailing desperately as my brain attempted to connect the frayed ends of the nonsense I was being given into something logical. “Don’t think about it,” Kayla said, kissing me on the cheek, “Just drive.” “We’ll make it quick,” Amanda promised, “Gotta decorate the tree tonight.” “Yay!” Tara said, clapping her hands in delight, “I didn’t miss it!” “We waited for you,” I said, turning the car on. Her sardonic smile turned into a real one. “Really?” “Absolutely! You didn’t think we’d put up ornaments without you, did you?” She shrugged and blushed a little. “Just didn’t think you would. Thank you.” “Hey, it was a family decision,” Alan said, nettled. Amanda ...