It's a shame they wouldn't get to use it.It's a shame they wouldn't get to use it. There was only one hope that Muffy could see, and it was realized after several rounds of drinks. At that point, Maureen stood up and stretched (threatening to pop several buttons off her blouse) and declared she was going to bed. Muffy's heart leapt, perhaps this would turn out alright after all. After Maureen had retired, Mike freshened everyone's drink. Ed swirled his drink, gazing reflectively at it and spoke, almost to himself, "You know, Mike, I think Muffy really likes you." Muffy almost choked on her scotch. "Really, mite?" Mike said, "wot mikes yer think that?" "Well, I'm not too sure, but when she first laid eyes on you, I could swear her nipples were going to poke through that blouse." Muffy blushed bright crimson from her throat to the roots of her long blonde hair. "Well, it'd be a shime to ruin such a noice blouse as that." "That it would, my man," Ed said, "that it would. You know, if you asked her, I'd bet she'd sleep with you." "Aw, I could never horn in our your play, pard. After all, if it weren't for you, I'd've never met 'er." As a child, Muffy had hated being talked about right in front of her face. Many times her step-mother had complained to her father with her standing right there, and they acted as if she weren't even in the room. She'd hated it then, but this was actually exciting. Two really great guys were politely arguing over which one was going to get to fuck her brains out. It was funny, 10 minutes ago she would have been rooting for Mike, but now as she listened to them both, she found them equally attractive. Maybe it was the scotch. Anyway, she couldn't stand the suspense any longer, and blurted out, "Why don't you both fuck me?" They both turned their heads, and looked at her, seemingly surprised that she actually could talk. |