It's Megan, and...

"Hi, John!" As soon as you open the door you're greeted by a familiar, cheery voice. You'd recognize those brunette locks anywhere, having had a close encounter with them less than twelve hours ago.

"Megan? What're you doing here?" you ask, confused. "Did the sink clog up again?"

"No, silly; I'm here for our date!" she pouts, never losing that playful sparkle in her eye. "I decided to come down after you didn't look for me. You did offer, remember?" It takes you a few good moments of racking your brain before you do recall saying something to that effect. You inwardly facepalm as you realize that it's two appointments you've forgotten - clearly you're going to have to start coming up with a roster.

"Ah, right. Sorry, Megan, there were a couple of... jobs I had to take care of," you reply sheepishly.

"Hm, I can imagine," Megan responds, batting her eyelashes at you suggestively as she lets herself in. "You don't mind if we crashed for the night, do you?"

"We?"

"Oh, this is my BFF, Samantha!" introduces Megan, just as her friend enters your doorway behind her. You notice that the new girl is slightly shorter than Megan, but she's no less attractive than her. Streaks of blonde hair frame her face, contrasting against her dark mascara and burgundy lipstick, in turn accentuating her light grey eyes. She sports a sleeveless lavender tank top that does little to hide her perky pair of prized possessions, and coupled with her sleek black pants, she's a smoking little number herself. "Hey," she remarks casually, but still flashing a friendly smile.

"We told our parents we'd be sleeping over at a friend's," Megan explains, though as she does so you feel her arm snake coquettishly around yours. "I bumped into Samantha and asked her to come along and meet you."

"Megan and I've been besties, for years," agrees Samantha. "We share just about everything. And I mean everything," she whispers in your ear. As though mirroring Megan, Samantha wraps her arms about your unoccupied limb, gently pressing against your humerus with her chest.

"So, how about it?" Megan purrs, dancing her finger over your shirt. The idea of banging two hot teenagers is certainly enticing, but you wonder if you have it in you to keep it up after a day of messing around. On the other hand you're not particularly inclined to say no...