Chapter 15
Is This Your Hottest Fantasy?
“Today's your birthday! Happy birthday!” I hear a voice say excitedly and wake up to find Misty sitting up on top of me.
“Good morning, my little blonde bumblebee. So what are our plans for today?” I ask, placing my hands around her waist.
“I've invited two friends over for a small party tonight. Cindy said she'll come. Andy said he could stop by but not for too long,” she answers.
“Sounds exciting! Have you gotten a cake yet?”
“Nope, I was actually just about to ask when you wanted to go to the bakery so we can choose one,” Misty replies.
“Let's go a little bit later. First, I think I'd like to have something to eat.”
Misty makes us an extra-special breakfast consisting of all-you-can-eat waffles, pancakes, and French toast, any of which can be topped with our choice of honey, syrup, Nutella, or peanut butter. The loving look in Misty's expressive eyes from across the table is the cherry on top. We're both so stuffed after all the food that we have to remain seated at the dining table for a while to let it digest some.
“By the way, I have some gifts for you, but you'll have until later on to see those,” Misty informs me after some time.
“Ooo, I can't wait for that,” I reply.
“Your first present is right here though.”
“Oh, really? I wonder what it is.”
She leads me to the couch, where she performs a sexy striptease, taking off most of her clothes—down to her lacy pink bra and panties. She beckons me with her finger, so I come even closer and watch her without blinking even once. She takes the bra off, tossing it to the side. On the couch, she's on her elbows and knees, her breasts are pushed up against the fabric, her back is arched, and she's wiggling her butt in the air.
“I'm all yours, baby; come here, and take me on the couch!”
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A little later in the day, Misty and I visit our local bakery to pick out the birthday cake. We make sure to arrive hungry so that the cakes will look appealing to us. A wide variety of designs and colors are available: circular, rectangular, and heart shapes; white, yellow, brown, red, and pink frosting; swirly and flower decorations; sprinkles, gummy bears, and M&M candy toppings; and much more. We end up choosing a circular white cake with swirly buttercream frosting decorating its perimeter, candles that spell out happy birthday, colorful mini balloons, and sprinkles. The cake is then carefully brought home and stored away for later consumption. Our trip to the bakery made us even hungrier than we already were, so it's a good thing that, by this point, it's the afternoon and time to have lunch.
“What would you like for lunch? If you want, we can go to a restaurant,” Misty offers.
“Hmmm… I think I feel like having burgers,” I reply.
“Burgers sound great!” she says.
For my birthday lunch, both of us order a classic hamburger containing beef, lettuce, and tomatoes, along with a side of fries and a glass of ice-cold A&W Cream Soda to wash it all down.
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In the evening, as the time for the party gets closer, Misty and I start preparing the house to welcome guests. We put up a few plastic balloons, set up the dining table, and bring the cake out on display. The party will mainly consist of a special home-cooked fried-chicken dinner, with the cake as the dessert. Afterward, I'll get to open my birthday gifts as Misty reveals them to me.
At the agreed-upon starting time, the first person to show up is Cindy, followed several minutes later by Andy. Now that the four of us are here, we're ready to have dinner, and Misty serves her delicious fried chicken.
“I'm glad everyone could make it. I didn't want a big party with a bunch of people I don't know; I wanted to celebrate my birthday surrounded only by people I care about, and you're all here,” I say while everyone is eagerly waiting for the hot chicken to cool off before eating.
No more than a minute later, the room fills with the sound of four people conversing, combined with the crunching of chicken.
“You gotta tell me how you made this!” Cindy says.
“I think this may be the best chicken I've had in a while,” Andy comments.
“The skin is so crunchy, yet the inside is perfectly juicy,” I add.
“Awww, thanks, guys! I actually mostly figured out the recipe by myself through trial and error,” Misty responds to all of our compliments.
Andy ends up staying just long enough to see the cake being cut and have himself a slice and then has to go because of needing to wake up early the next morning. Misty, Cindy, and I have some more cake, but some is still left over, so Misty puts it away in the refrigerator for another time.
“Alright, it's time for presents!” Misty announces.
“Oh, finally. I've been waiting all day to see what you got me,” I reply eagerly.
“Okay, here's the first one,” she says, handing me a relatively small box covered in shiny navy-blue starry-night-sky wrapping paper.
Attached by a string, a small note addressed to me reads, I know you really wanted this for some time, so I hope you enjoy it. Love, Misty.
“Well, this ought to be interesting,” I remark before proceeding any further.
A ribbon is tied around the box neatly into a bow, which is what I untie first. I remove the wrapping paper and open the white box inside containing the actual item. It's a smartphone—the same one that Misty and I saw the first time we went to the mall together.
“Wow, thank you, baby! This is such a thoughtful gift,” I say as I give Misty a big hug.
“Awww, you're welcome, hon,” she responds while I'm still holding her.
Misty and Cindy watch as I transfer my SIM card, set up the brand-new phone, and play around with its unique features.
“I'll be right back,” Cindy says after a while, exiting the room.
“I have something else for you. Come with me,” Misty tells me a few minutes later, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bedroom.
“Shouldn't we wait for Cindy to get back so she can also see my other present?”
“Cindy is your other present!” Misty replies cheerfully.
A moment after she says that, Cindy enters the room in a breathtakingly sexy cheerleader outfit, complete with pink pom-poms. She comes over to me and takes a seat on my lap, facing me. I put one arm around her, pulling her closer to me, and rest the other on her thigh; at this distance, I can smell that her perfume has the sweet aroma of fresh cherries.
“I don't remember seeing two hot blondes listed on tonight's dessert menu,” I say, laughing.
Cindy makes way for Misty so that she can also sit on my lap, and they each take a seat on one of my legs.
“Is this your hottest fantasy? Be honest—how long have you wanted to do this?” Misty asks rhetorically.
“I need this so bad because I wanna feel like I'm sexy. I'm so tired of only ever playing with my toy,” Cindy explains to me.
She bats her eyelashes at me and licks her lips as I stare into her sapphire-blue eyes whilst gently running my hand along her thighs.
“Come on—of course you're sexy! Whenever I think 'Cindy,' I think 'that smart, hot blonde babe.'” I tell her sincerely.
“See? I told you you're so attractive!” Misty says to her.
Cindy nibbles on my ear and whispers something just loud enough for Misty to also hear.
“I want you to show me just how sexy you think I am…”
Misty and Cindy both undress in front of me, revealing that they're wearing the same items I helped them choose when we were at Victoria's Secret; Misty is wearing her shiny red bra and panties, and Cindy is wearing her lacy purple ones.
“You two are so sexy modeling the things I picked out for you,” I compliment them.
“I hope you like taking them off of us as much as you like the way they look on us!” Cindy says.
“The only things I'm not taking off of you are my eyes.”
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g that my gaze has shifted down to her chest, Cindy takes my hand and places it right in between her boobs. She bites her bottom lip as I sensually touch and squeeze her breasts through her bra, moaning in her high-pitched voice when I squish them together.
“Ooo! Do you like my 34DD assets? I love the way you play with them.”
“These are so soft yet have just the right amount of firmness; I can tell they're natural,” I tell her.
Misty and Cindy turn to face each other, their legs interlocked, and they start making out. The only thing better than these two sexy blondes individually is the both of them on my lap, kissing each other passionately.
“Hey, I know a fun birthday game we can play: Close your eyes, and see if you can tell which one of us is which by the taste of our lipstick,” Misty says to me playfully once her and Cindy's lips separate.
The pair stare at me with their half-closed eyes, puckering their lips and making kissing sounds. Once my eyes are shut, the two swap places at random. The first blonde leans in, and I feel a pair of juicy lips press up against mine.
“Your lipstick tastes like delicious, fresh cherries. You're definitely Cindy, aren't you?” I tell her.
“And yours tastes like sweet strawberries. I can tell you're Misty,” I add after repeating the same process with the second blonde.
“Ah, I see my guesses were spot on!” I address both of them, with my eyes now open, and the three of us laugh.
On the bed, Cindy jumps up on top of me and reaches her hands out, with her fingers spread apart, and presses them onto my chest, drawing my attention to her shiny, bright-red fingernails.
“How did you know I love the hands-on-the-chest thing?” I ask, pleasantly surprised.
“Misty told me all about what you like beforehand,” she explains.
“Did she also tell you how much I like to put my hands right there?”I say, referring to her midsection.
The tips of my fingers slowly graze her legs before I make my way up and, ultimately, place my hands around her slim, toned waist, giving Cindy's belly a playful squeeze. She lets out a tiny moan, closes her eyes, and tilts her head slightly to the side in response. I pull her in even closer and plant several kisses all along her neck, causing her to moan some more.
“Wow, baby—you're really startin' to turn me on…” Cindy says in a seductive voice before licking her plump red lips.
I run my fingers all over her soft, smooth skin, and Misty joins me in exploring Cindy's body. She giggles and tickles me with her pom-poms before the pair get on top of me and initiate a kissing attack all over me. Their blonde hair tickles my face, neck, and chest as they cover me in lipstick marks and warmth. Meanwhile, I reach around to their backs and unhook their bras using one arm for each of them.