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... for hot, sweetheart,” I said, leaning across her lap to grab my boxers. “What do you think you’re doing?” I looked up at her. “Getting my…boxers?” Why did I make that a question? “Nooooo,” she whined, pushing me back onto the bed, “I don’t wanna put clothes back on. I like feeling your skin.” I smiled. “I like feeling your skin, too. But you could still feel it if I put on my—” “I was going to sleep naked with you, dumb-dumb,” she cut in, putting her hands behind her head and stretching so that her breasts stuck out near my face. Was she still trying to tempt me? Little minx… “Okay, fine,” I sighed, pulling down the blankets, “You don’t mind, do you, Tara?” She shrugged. “I can get naked too,” she said simply, playing with the hem of her robe. I had to swallow hard again. Once again, the perverted part of my brain, the one that was screaming at me that I was a teenage boy with teenage lusts, was telling me to take the two of them and make a Jack sandwich. My reasonable side, the one that was smacking my brain and telling me the last thing we needed was more complications in our relationship, argued back just as strong. I couldn’t be so hypocritical that I had to demand she stay clothed in the bed…but I was also afraid that, if she was naked, things would lead down a path I didn’t want them to. Weird how all of this ran through my head in the course of a second and yet seemed as long as if I were debating it for hours. “Okay,” I said, then quickly added when their heads ...

... snapped up to stare at me, “Just…can you maybe wait until you’re under the…blanket?” Fuck. That sounded awful. Tara looked a little hurt but put on a gamey smile. “Sure…do you think I look bad or something?” “No!” I said, feeling awful. I sat up and took her hands. “You’re beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. It’s just…well, I’m going to be sandwiched between two gorgeous girls and if I see both of you naked, together, I’m…going to have a hard time letting us get to sleep.” And yes…it really did sound as lame in my head as it did out loud. Neither of them was buying it. “What?” Kayla asked, pulling an ‘Are you nuts?’ face. “I mean, I already said ‘no’ to the…I…” Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. “Our parents are going to be home early tomorrow and if we’re up too late, then we’ll sleep in and then we have to explain what three naked teens are doing in the same bed. And if we…if I see the two of you naked together, I won’t be able to control myself. I’m having a hard enough time with just you naked, Kayla.” It was true; I was desperately keeping my eyes at the level of her face. They still looked at me with the exact same look I’m pretty sure you have on your face right now. “If you want me to keep the robe on…” “No. You can do whatever you want, Tara. It’s not…” I flopped back against the pillows. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to say the right thing and I just can’t…” I put my hands on my face and groaned, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Two sets of arms wrapped around me and I felt the soft bodies of ...