Hide Loretta under the bed

"It's your dad!" you whisper to Loretta, tossing aside the blanket to let her scurry off the bed. Like a lithe cat, the blond farm girl rolls off the bed and slides underneath the bed. You toss the blanket, draping it on one side to hide Loretta. Her hand darts out and grabs her nightgown, the only other evidence she is in the room.

Pretending to be fast asleep, you squint your eyes, watching the bedroom door as you listen for the creaking steps. You expect Loretta's father at any moment to burst through the door with his shotgun, screaming that you have defiled his pure and innocent daughter.

The stairs stop creaking and you hold your breath. Seconds, which seem like hours in your paranoia, pass by and to your relief the old farmer doesn't appear.

"I think he went to bed," you whisper so quietly you can barely hear it yourself.

But just then the bedroom door cracks open a bit.

"Loretta?" a young female voice whispers. Through your squinted eyes you see a young woman with a luscious red mane of hair.

"Connie?" Loretta responds, crawling out from beneath your bed.

The redhead doesn't notice or ignores you and kneels down to hug her friend. Loretta holds a finger to her friend's mouth to indicate to her to be quiet. Relieved it isn't the old farmer, you push yourself up to sit on the bed. You can't help but notice (and admire) that Connie is wearing a green flannel shirt, tied up to show her flat midriff and tiny waist, and a well-worn "Daisy Dukes" cut-off jeans shorts. You can see the outlines of her firm and perky DD-cup tits in the moonlight coming in through the window.

Connie looks over her friend's shoulder, finally noticing you. Loretta smiles at her friend to reassure her. "Connie, it's okay! John is a guest of mine!"

Connie offers you a shy smile and looks back at Loretta. "You were suppose to meet me in the barn twenty minutes ago! I threw pebbles at the window but you didn't answer, so I decided to come in and see if you were asleep."

"Didn't you see my father?" Loretta was surprised at how bold her friend was.

"I peeked in the living room window and saw he was drunk asleep again," Connie replies. "It's not like he would wake up and try to shoot me, unlike with your past boyfriends..." The redhead gives you a sly wink.

"He may not hurt you but he won't hesitate to shoot me if he catches me with Loretta," you chirp in. As much as you love having two gorgeous farm girls in your bedroom you fathom the reality of the situation.

"We can still try to sneak out to the barn," Loretta suggests, grabbing her friend's hand as she turns to you, flashing that beautiful smile of hers. "You're welcome to join us, John"

You toss the blanket aside, displaying to the two girls your massive erection.

"I guess that's a yes," Loretta giggles.

You can help but grin when you see Connie's jaw drops. "Oh my God..." she mutters, staring at your raging hard-on. "You're hung like my horse!" You've always suspected why girls love horses so much...

Should you risk going down the creaky stairs and possibly waking up the old farmer? Or maybe try to climb out of the bedroom window with the blanket as makeshift rope?