Dinner is ready!

By the time you finish plating the pasta your erection has subsided and you avoid embarrassment in front of the girls.

"Dinner's ready!" you proclaim as you bring out the food.

The girls cheer.

"Need help?" Sara asks.

"Nope, stay seated," you tell her as you head back into the kitchen to grab the next set of plates.

The girls salute you with their wine glasses when you finally bring out the last of the plates. "Lemon linguine with roasted tomatoes, arugula, and creamy mozzarella cheese," you announce with a proud smile, "with a side of garlic butter mushrooms."

"Thank you, Mark!" Sara smiles and leans over to give you a kiss on the cheek. Lisa, who also sits next to you but opposite of the redhead, also thanks you with a kiss.

"You're welcome, girls," you grin at the attention. "Let's eat!"

"Wait!" Sara interrupts, raising her wine glass. "Let's have a toast to our new roommate..."

"...and neighbor!" Lisa adds.

"... who is an amazing chef..." Sara continues.

The other girls nod in agreement.

"...and an amazing fuck!" Jen grins with a wink at you.

The other girls cheer in agreement.

"...with a nice big dick," Alice purrs.

The other girls all look at you with lustful hunger in their eyes.

"Thanks, girls," you splutter and nervously gulp down your wine. "Let's eat!"

"I can't wait for dessert!" Lisa giggles.

You had stuff your mouth with pasta to avoid commenting on the girls' compliments but almost **** at what Lisa implied.

"Are you okay?" Sara asks worriedly.

You nod.

"Then why are you so uncomfortable, Mark?" Jen looks at you with a sly grin.

"What do you mean?" you wonder innocently.

"You seem like you are hesitant to fuck us after dinner," she states then takes a sip of wine.

"I... no... I mean... yes, I would like fuck you," you stammer. "I mean, not just specifically you... but you as in all of you..."

"So you are going to fuck us for dessert?" Lisa asks.

You look at her big brown eyes and remember you were suppose to have a dinner date with her. "Sure, yeah, but..."

"But what?" Sara asks, eyeing you with a raised arched eyebrow.

You feel like you are about to dig yourself into a hole with a backhoe.