Post-game train home

“Wooooooh! What a fucking win!” Miranda screamed as the very tipsy trio made their way away from the stadium.

The Warriors had won in a classic, the game went to overtime where Golden State ran away 8 point winners after Anthony Davis fouled out in the fourth quarter.

The sun was still out as they exited the arena, beginning to set. Such good weather for Christmas Day.

“I’m in loooooove with Steph, some day I’m going to marry that man,” she gloated.

“You know he’s already married?” Ali said while laughing at her friend’s drunk antics.

Miranda could barely walk in a straight line as they moved towards the train station. “So? You think he’s going to say no to these babies when we meet?” Miranda said, grabbing her jugs from the outside of her jersey.

That helped stiffen his cock a little bit, underneath his underwear and pants. Listening in, Mark found it was hard not to be horny with just how much Miranda talked about her own breasts.

“Oh by the way Mark, you’re welcome to come back to mine for a few more drinks,” Ali mentioned as they reached the station, “Mom and Dad travelled to see family and they won’t be back until tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, try stop me from coming,” Mark said, just as the train began to pull in front of them.

They boarded instantly, thankful they had timed this so perfectly. All grabbing a seat, their conversation continued. Miranda looked into Mark’s eyes and smirked before facing Ali to speak. Something was up.

“Should we show Mark our little Christmas presents we bought yesterday?” she whispered to her, still loud enough for him to hear.

Ali turned a little red in the cheeks, her eyes widened, surprised that Miranda was bringing up whatever they had bought. “Jeez, I don’t know Miranda, don’t think I’m drunk enough for that yet,” she told her.

“Oh well we can very easily make that happen,” Miranda said smiling.

Mark was so confused, left on the outs of this private discussion. “Can someone fill me in on what this present is?” he asked, unsure where this was going.

They looked at each other and giggled almost simultaneously. Following their little giggle, they remained silent, keeping their lips shut.

Whatever it was, they weren’t ready to let Mark in on it. Instead they quickly changed subjects, “Well... we should probably get off at one train spot earlier to grab some **** from the shops,” Ali said, knowing she didn’t have enough at home for the three of them.

As they got off the train, Mark thought that it was a great sign that Ali was pushing for more drinks after what she had said just earlier in response to Miranda. The blonde and brunette beauties had something in store for him and he was living for it.

It was a quick walk from the train to the liquor store. “How do we know we’ll get served here?” Mark asked, worried they would be asked to provide ID.

“We’ll be fine, it’s one of the only ones open on Christmas here, I know the guy who owns the store, he’s a good friend of my dad’s,” Ali explained before they entered.

Neither Mark or Miranda recognised it but the look on Ali’s face had dropped as she saw it was a different and younger guy at the counter.

She remained silent as they picked out a few things. Ali prayed they wouldn’t be carded, especially after just promising that they wouldn’t here.

“Alright that should be enough for the night,” Miranda said, holding a couple of bottles, “Let’s pay for them.”

The trio walked up to the front counter where the younger guy was clearly taking some time to check out the two girls.

“All of this, thank you,” Miranda said, putting her **** on the counter.

The guy stared at her and then to Mark and Ali before finally replying, “ID please.”

Ali tried butting in as soon as those words left his mouth, determined to live up to her part of the bargain. “Oh Brian can vouch for us, my father is close friend’s with him. I’m Ali Clarke if that helps.”

The guy didn’t say anything again for a moment, not buying anything she was telling him. “Brian’s not in, can’t let you purchase anything.” That was it, they were about to leave empty handed.

However, as they began to turn around, the man called them back. “You know what, I’ll let you buy your drinks but we have to come up with a deal first.”

A deal? They looked confused but Mark could tell by the way the man was looking at the two girls, that he was thinking of asking for something sexual.