Dorsai - Jan

It was about mid-March, and we were having a bit of early spring weather. Paul had had to go out of town on a business emergency (an oxymoron, as he pointed out to me) for the weekend. Jan had previously arranged to have 'a few' (8!!) of her friends over for a slumber party of sorts, and I got drafted (sure, hurt me – make me look at a jiggle [that seems to be an appropriate name for the grouping] of teenyboppers!). It was to start late Friday afternoon, and finish up after lunch the next day. Over the years, I'd seen and briefly met all of them at various times, but still didn't have a clue as to specifics.

Once all the girls arrived, they naturally bunched up in Jan's room – at least, at first. Before long, though they were finding reasons/excuses to come out into the den, into the living room, the kitchen (a LOT), out onto the patio, and so on. Leo and John quickly tired of it, and took refuge in their room, playing Nintendo with their door closed. My patience was starting to wear a bit thin, as well, and when I got a chance to talk to Jan, explained to her about the havoc her friends were causing. She apologized, and I told her that it wouldn't bother me so much if I could just have one room to 'hide' in. She laughed, and agreed, asking me which cave I wanted. After a moments thought, I suggested the Den – the doorway to the patio was at one end of it, with the TV and stereo at the other, so I could keep myself amused and still give them pretty much unrestricted access to the patio. She readily agreed, and as I headed into the den to get settled, she went back to her room to let her friends know what the situation was. Surprisingly, they seemed to take it fairly well, and when they made the transition from house to patio, they at least tried to be quieter. Not always successfully, mind you, but enough so that I could live with it for the evening.

As the evening went on, the weather outside cooled appreciably, and the girls gradually stopped the outdoor activities – and commenced the indoor ones. There was the apparently obligatory pillow fight, extensive make-up testing and consultation, and so on. Things really got interesting, though, about the time the late news came on: the girls had all changed into their sleeping outfits, and decided that they really needed to watch the weather with me, so they could make plans for the next day. A couple of the girls had opted for ordinary flannel nightgowns; the rest had apparently decided that they wanted to show off to each other how sexy they could look. None of the remaining outfits were exactly revealing – transparent, or anything like that – but were form-fitting and thin enough to not leave much to my (quite active) imagination: more that a few nipples were detectable, nor was it difficult telling who the natural blondes were.

Only Jan was relaxed at first while they were in the den; as the rest realized that I wasn't ogling them, or seeming to take any notice of them at all, they gradually relaxed. Of course, if they could have read my mind, they'd have all slapped me silly, repeatedly. Jan, of course, knew what was going on in my mind – when we locked eyes one time, she gave me an impish smile before returning to the TV.

Once they'd decided they'd had enough, the all trooped back to Jan's bedroom, where I heard a lot of whispering and giggling before the door closed.

When the news ended, it didn't take me long to decide that there wasn't anything I wanted to watch on television, so I shut it off, got some Bach going on the stereo, and just laid down on the couch with a book I'd brought.

I heard a couple of shrieks back in Jan's room, but ignored them (by then, I really should have known better). Several minutes later, one of the girls came into the den and stood by the couch until I put the book down and looked up at her. Dimpling a little at me, she asked if it was okay if they had some sodas; since they'd been drinking them all evening, I knew that wasn't the reason for her visit, and raised an eyebrow. She explained that they'd run out of the ones the girls had brought, and wanted more from Paul's stocks. I said it was okay, and she headed off into the kitchen – but not before shrugging her shoulders, drawing my eyes to the interesting sympathetic motions on her chest, which was what she seemed to be waiting for. A few moments later, I heard Jan's door close, and a minute or two later, some more shrieking as I returned to my book. I hadn't gotten more than a couple of pages (I'm a speed reader) before I noticed another one of the girls approaching. Again, she stood by the couch, and asked if they could have some snacks – again using the 'we ran out' excuse. I told her it was fine, and she promptly turned around to head for the kitchen. Turning quickly enough, I might add, that the hem of her nightie flared up, giving me a nice view of her ass as she walked away. Repeat door closing and shrieking.

Now, I'm not a genius, but I'm starting to detect a pattern, here. So I just wait a bit, and sure enough, here comes another one of them.

Since I'm not reading this time, I can surreptitiously watch all the sympathetic motion on her body as she walks toward me. I'm wondering what they can ask for now, since they've got drinks and munchies; she surprises me a little by asking if there are any big marshmallows. I tell her where they are, and she heads off to the kitchen. The cabinet with the marshmallows is in sight, so I can see when she opens it up and (unnecessarily) stretches up to pull the bag out – giving me a nice silhouette view of her ass and bust in the process. With them in her hand, she turns and smiles at me before heading back to Jan's room.

Door, then shrieking.

Yup. They're up to something. I don't know what the rules are, or what the purpose is, but the apparent 'deed' is to get me to 'look' at them.

Not that I mind, you understand, it's just that if*I* knew what the rules were, I'm thinking I could work them to my advantage, perhaps.

Devious, yes, but then, it wasn't my game, either.

Enough time went by that I figured it was just those three that were involved, and went back to my book, thinking it was over.

Wrong.

Several pages later, here comes a fourth – only this time, she's there to ask if it's okay if they have a little fire in the fireplace and toast marshmallows. I give it some though, and finally agree, with the condition that they not get too loud, so I can listen to the music and read my book. She looks a little disappointed, but agrees, and quickly heads back to Jan's room. Sure enough, they come swarming into the den a minute or so later. A little discussion among them, and they realize that none of them has the slightest clue on how to get a fire going in the fireplace, so yet another one approaches to ask me to start it for them. I get it set up, and a few minutes later, there's a nice, if small, fire going. As I'm heading back to the couch, a couple of them ambush me by grabbing my arms, and pressing themselves into me, on the excuse of thanking me for helping them. Since I can feel their firm young breasts pressing into my arms and sides, it's no lie for me to tell them that it was my pleasure. They seem to get the joke, and giggle at me before letting me go.

As I clear the group, they all cluster around the fire, and start passing out the marshmallows.

Maybe fifteen minutes went by, and I manage to get nearly a chapter done in my book before I start hearing whispering among the girls. Somehow, I don't think this is a good thing.

Sure enough, here comes one of the more 'developed' girls, wearing a baby blue 'shortie' nightie and panty set that is thin enough to make clear that she has a well-developed bush and half-dollar sized areolas with large-crayon diameter nipples.

When I manage to drag my eyes up to her face, she's grinning at me, and says "Um, Dan?"