Sitting on the floor laughing mindlessly at “Billy Madison” on cable Steve was flanked by his two new nymphets friends. The girls were both cuddled up to Steve, who while he enjoyed the warmth, just kept on laughing at the movie. Hoping to move things along at least a little Tiff left returning in a playful pair of barely kitty and ass covering short

shorts and a nearly sheer skin tight tank. Steve watched her with interest as she sat

down next to him a leg now draped over his. So maybe getting him talking might help, but even when posed with a chance to answer a question that could portray him in a sexual light he referred back to his job, his hobbies and an assorted list of other odd habits. Either or both of the girls would have provided him with a world of carnal delights in a manner that he had never quite imagined, but he kept talking about what he thought made him have value in life, not ever realizing there was the possibility of something more.

As Steph went to “get comfortable” she decided that gym shorts and a T-shirt might be more his pace, it was about as unsexy as it could have been. Steve instead kept talking, right along with the movie doing each and every line. The potential for something hot, erotic and sexual just never occurred, he was happy to be hanging out with them. Steve was however convinced to spend the night as Tiff explained that it was probably a little too late to go home. Tiff kissed him goodnight, a shallow, soft, slow kiss and his arousal flickered. He did not however advance with a touch or a second kiss. He declined to sleep in the same bed with either of the girls and instead slept on the couch in his T-shirt and jeans.

Some guys have all the luck, but only a rare few of those truly know what to do, most simply aren’t closers. Steve did think about Christy though, right before dozing off.

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