Heidi

"Oh my god..." The voice from the end of the table is nervous and at the same time flushed with excitement. Your eyes race down the assembled faces to see a hand raised. The girl stands, and you see Heidi, a bright red blush across her face. She holds the ticket in one hand, rereading the numbers to make sure that she indeed won. Slowly, she proceeds to the front of the table and hands the ticket to Julie, who calmly verifies the numbers.

"We have a winner!" Julie shouts, waving the ticket in the air. The assembled women cheer, and Heidi flushes again, before rushing back to her seat without a look at you. You are almost insulted, but out of the corner of your eye you catch her peeking at you, and you realize that she is just nervous.

The dinner itself is agonizingly long. It seems that every girl needs to take the time to make a speech praising every other girl. You constantly glance down the table to where Heidi is sitting. Your mind races with all the things you ache to do to her. She in turn, occasionally sends a glance your way, but seems engrossed in conversation with the two girls next to her. Occasionally she covers her face with her hands, or breaks into giggles, which gives you a very good idea of exactly what they are talking about.

"Don't forget buddy," Carrie scolds you after your fifteenth glance down the table, "I get you all to myself later."

"Oh come on!" Mary groans. "Don't you remember our little rock, paper, scissors match a little while ago?" She sticks her tounge out at Carrie before explaining. "We played best two out of three among the chaperones to see which of us got you after the lucky girl. Do I have to remind you who won that?"

The two girls bicker back and forth throughout the rest of the dinner. Not angrily, you think, just a friendly rivalry. You must admit that you are rather aroused by the realization that no matter what, you will be making love to both of these girls eventually. You take a few moments to admire them, and mentally congratulate yourself on your **** luck.

Eventually, the dinner ends, and the girls begin to file out of the dining room. Your Chaperones however, keep a tight grip on your arm, and prevent you from following.