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  “Oh wow! Oh wow! That was . . . oh wow!” Julie said while still gasping for air and panting. Her body was still shaking.

  It shocked me a bit when Erin kissed me. When she broke the kiss, she showed me a smile and purred, “You did great.”

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  We all made our way back to Julie's place. She said she had something else special planned for us.

  On the bike ride back, I eased up next to Erin. "Do you have any idea what she's up to?" I said in a low voice.

  "No clue," she giggled back softly. "Whatever it is," she added with a wink. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it. And so will I," she finished with an evil, yet playful grin. She then pedalled a bit faster to parallel Julie.

  I could only imagine what they were talking about ahead of me. But Erin was right about one thing: Whatever happened I'm sure we'd both enjoy it.

  We got back to Julie's place and stowed our bikes in the garage, then she invited us inside. "Come on in and make yourselves comfortable. Dad's off golfing today and mom's working a shift at the hospital, so we've got the place to ourselves."

  Erin and I just kind of shuffled between the area that separated the living room and the kitchen.

  "Do we need to be naked for this?" Erin called out with a chuckle as she winked at me.

  "If you want," Julie laughed back from the kitchen. "I won't be offended. Oh where the fuck is it?" she added, but not to us. "Ah, there you are you shifty bastard."

  My stomach was literally doing hula-hoops around my ass at this point. What the hell was she up to in there?

  Erin, however, did not share my trepidation. She was already naked and spreading a towel on the sofa before sitting down. "What's the problem?" she winked at me.

  I was about to stammer an answer when Julie appeared from the kitchen. "I'm glad to see someone is making themselves at home," she said when she saw Erin naked on the sofa. "What's your excuse?" she chided me.

  We'd been through this kind of routine too many times for me to fall into the same trap again. "I don't have good answer," I sighed with a roll of my eyes. "So I won't give one that will get me laughed at."

  Ironically enough both Julie and Erin laughed at that response. In an even bigger irony, so did I.

  "What you have got there JD?" I asked as the laughter subsided and I noticed she was cradling something in her hands.

  "Wine," she replied with a mischievous grin as she held the bottle aloft for us to see.

  "Cool," Erin grinned from the sofa. "What's the occasion?"

  "I wanna make a toast," Julie grinned at her. She looked over to me and handed me the bottle. "Can you put this on the coffee table?" she asked. "I'm gonna get glasses and a corkscrew."

  I accepted the bottle even though I was hesitant. Before I could protest though she was already bouncing back into the kitchen.

  "Hold up JD," I called after her. "You're not gonna get into any trouble swiping a bottle of your folks' wine are ya?"

  "No," she called back. A moment later she was back with three wine-glasses and a corkscrew in her hands. "My dad hated this one. He said it's piss."

  "So you're going to toast us with piss?" Erin giggled from the sofa as she twirled her hair between her fingers.

  "I figured how the fuck would we know?" Julie laughed. She then scooted over to the coffee table. "Come on Tommy, enough with being bugged-eyed and slow! Get over here."

  There was no way in hell I could say 'no' to her so I walked on over. In the few moments it took me to get to the coffee table Julie's shirt was already off and she was stepping out of her shorts.

  She grabbed the bottle from my hand and giggled at me. "Don't be so modest."

  I glanced over at Erin, but she just grinned and cocked an eye-brow at me. I sighed and began to get undressed.

  "Well I'll be damned," Julie said as she examined the bottle.

  "Now what's up?" I sighed playfully as I tossed my t-shirt to the floor.

  "It's a twist top," she said in amazement. "Doesn't even need a corkscrew."

  "My dad says there's been a shortage of cork around the world," Erin jumped in as she looked at the bottle.

  "Well," Julie chuckled as she twisted the top off. "What the hell."

  She filled the three glasses on the coffee table then placed the bottle down and hoisted a glass to me, then one to Erin, before picking one up herself.

  Julie leaned her head back and took a deep breath. Then she looked at the two of us and smiled as she hoisted her glass.

  "To Tommy," she nodded at me. "And Erin," she turned and toasted her. "The two people who are my best friends in the world," she paused and almost seemed like she was about to tear up. "And the two people who have made me finally happy to be a girl."

  Wow!

  It took a second for that to fully sink in, but I got it. And I felt touched. I glanced over and saw Erin first place a hand to her chest and then draw it up to her mouth as she pulled her lips in.

  "It was my honour and my privilege," I finally broke the silence, although my voice cracked a bit.

  "Same here," Erin added, her voice also breaking a bit.

  Julie's eyes welled up a bit as she looked at both of us. "Thanks.”

  We all finally clinked our glasses together and each took a swig.

  I was NOT a fan of this! I shivered with disgust as it went down. I glanced over at Julie and saw much the same.

  "Oh god," Erin gagged. "Your dad is right! This is piss!" That made all three of us laugh.

  "Speaking of piss," Erin said as she got to her feet, “I have to do just that.” And then she looked at me, “You wanna watch?”

  I shot my eyes to Julie who showed me a daring look as she tipped her head in the direction of the bathroom. But when I hesitated, she got up and took my hand, pulling me toward the hallway. “C’mon. I’ll go with you.”

  On the walk to the bathroom, while watching Erin’s naked hips sway from side to side, I had a profound thought: ‘If this is what my life has become, hanging out with two sexy girls and never knowing what they were going to come up with next, I should just hang on tight and enjoy the ride.’

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  About the author

  Nick Gerald is a student at University of Malta. He likes to write fiction and convert his fantasies to stories.