You decide to throw caution to the winds and be a little impulsive - hell, it's not every day that you get three pretty girls telling you they'd like to see you naked, even if they are obviously just joking with you!
Very quickly, to keep the girls from stopping you (and to keep yourself from changing your mind) you grab a double-handful of your shirt and yank it quickly over your head. The girls squeal with surprise, and lets the car swerve momentarily before getting it back under control.
"Whoa!" Claire says, staring at you unabashedly. "Hey , check out your guy!
"Trying to drive here, girls!" complains, though her tone is good-natured. "You all check him out."
"Maybe we will," Melissa says, rubbing her hand lightly over your chest. "Mmm, nice and firm... Melissa likes!"
Amanda's hand starts rubbing you as well, and she smiles conspiratorily at her friend. You begin to wonder why isn't objecting; usually she shows more of a jealous streak than this. And in this case, she probably should be; the feeling of her friends' hands rubbing circles on your bare chest is beginning to have definite effects on other parts of your anatomy.
Claire takes advantage of your distracted state to grab your shirt from your hands and toss it out the window. "Hey!" you shout, reaching for it involuntarily, but it's long gone down the interstate.
"Oh, butterfingers," she says with a grin. "Guess you'll have to go half-naked for the rest of the day."
"Only half?" Amanda pouts. Her roaming fingers touch the top of your zipper.
"Um, ?" you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Your friend back here is trying to undress me."
"Amanda!" says sternly. "Behave yourself! We're not even there yet!"
"Not where yet?" you ask, trying to lean over and look out the window.
Melissa blocks your view, however. "You'll see," she says with a tiny smile. She then kisses her fingertip and places it on your lips.
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