Day 5

Skipping classes on day 5 was an easy decision.

I had more pressing matters to consider.

Looking at the two numbers on my phone, I weighed my options. Though Claire was a seven, I had already had sex with her. Another fuck would be very likely. Would I get another seven points? I wasn’t so sure. However, she was definitely the hottest girl I’d ever scored with. Her lithe, elegant figure and that tight ass... On the other hand, Kayla was undeniably even sexier. Taller, bustier and with a fuller ass, she spoke directly to my primal brain. However, she would most likely be more difficult to get to bed.

“Having problems, Mike?” Liz asked me.

“Yeah…” I said, not going into details. The hot, simulated woman seemed to have a direct connection to my mind anyway.

“There’s always the HINT button…” she teased.

Alright, I’ll bite, I thought.

“_Fortune favours the bold,” _she said.

“What?!” I said, “That makes no sense.”

“Let it sink in, stud,” she just said, and vanished.

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The doorbell rang two minutes past seven. Adjusting my tie, I went out in the hall to open.

“Oh, wow, you look amazing!” I said to the girl. “Please, come in.”

Claire was dressed in a self-made red evening dress, clinging tightly to her body. She was wearing a new pair of heels, a simple necklace and white pearls in her ears. She’d curled her straight blonde hair into the Hollywood wave style, and the result was that she looked smashing. With my maxed-out confidence, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips, and she returned it with pleasure. I led her into the combined living room and kitchen.

“Please, have a seat,” I said and poured her a glass of champagne.

“For new experiences and fun days!” I said and raised my glass to hers.

She returned the gesture and sat down, crossing her leg over the other. Her legs were simply gorgeous, and I noted with pleasure that she wasn’t wearing any pantyhose tonight.

“What a great place,” she said, looking around.

With my coolness skills increasing, I had been gradually, magically upgraded from a simple, tiny dorm room to an uptown apartment, and the worst part is that it just felt natural. I hadn’t even noticed it myself for a while. Of course a cool guy like me would live in this type of place, instead of a worn-down dorm.

The food was almost ready. Perfect. I began to set the table, when the doorbell rang again. Claire gave me a puzzled look, but I just smiled and went into the hall.

“Wow, you look ravishing!” I said, opening the door for Kayla.

The tall woman had put her long, red hair into a thick braid and pulled it forwards over her shoulders. In a complex black dress that only enhanced her delicious curves, the volleyball player looked incredible.

“Welcome!” I said, and kissed her on the lips. Stunned, she hesitated for a second before kissing me back.

“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t know we knew each other so well.”

I said nothing, only smiled.

She smiled back.

“Follow me, I have champagne!”

She trailed me into the living room, coming to a full stop when she saw Claire.

“Umm… what the hell, Mike?” she said, and Claire continued, obviously annoyed.

“Yeah, Mike, who is this?”

“Claire, this is Kayla.” I said, calmly, and handed the redhead her champagne.

“Kayla, this is Claire.”

“What, is she like your girlfriend?” Kayla said angrily, but still taking a sip of the bubbly stuff.

“No, no. Just… new friends, like you and me,” I said, carefully weighing my words. “My grandmother always said a meal is best when shared by many, so I went ahead and invited both of you. Hey, Claire, doesn’t her dress look amazing?”

“Uh, yeah,” the blonde said, reluctantly. “It’s actually my design.”

“No way!” Kayla replied and turned to her. “You’re Claire Denise?”

The slightly older blonde made eye contact and nodded, slightly calmer now.

“Oh my god,” the redhead said and went over to shake her hand.

“I’m such a big fan of your designs!” I smirked to myself, and set the three plates on the table. The girls were shaking off the initial surprise.

“It looks great on you,” Claire said, “but then again, it’s one of my better designs.”

She put her hands on the redhead’s hips.

“Turn around.” Kayla complied, and Claire nodded.

“Yes, you fill it out very nicely.”

“Anyone hungry?” I asked, pleased that the girls were getting along.

“I’ve made Boeuf Bourguignon.”

“Ooh, I love French food,” Claire said.

“Yummy. I’m starving,” Kayla said.

We sat down and I served them a nice red wine and my home-made stew. Cooking for almost four hours, the meat had gotten really tender, and the wine and garlic did some amazing things for the flavor. I put on some chill background music, and we dined together.

“Mmm, this was very nice,” Claire said, on my left.

“Delicious,” Kayla said, on my right.

“More wine?” I asked, but did not wait for their response, pouring another glass for them each. With a bit of **** and a relaxed mood, both girls had accustomed themselves to being on a double date with me. My confidence and charisma levels were almost making it easy.

“How about we take this to the living room?” I suggested, leading the girls over with my hands on their lower backs. We sat down in the black leather couch, with me in the middle, and I raised my glass.

“To two beautiful women!”

They both giggled and raised their glasses.

“And one handsome man,” Claire said.

{If Confidence<9}Despite getting this far, I wasn't ready to press forward just yet. But I had a plan to loosen the babes up.

"Let's play a little game," I said, and pulled out the liquor. "You have to tell us something exciting and secret about about you! It can be a total lie, but you have to sell it! If the other two catch you lying, you have to do a shot. But if they are wrong about it, they have to drink!"

"Sounds fun!" {Saleswoman said}, while I filled the shot glasses with vodka.

"Yeah, you start!" Kayla added.

"Alright, I guess that's fair," I said.

I looked at the two gorgeous babes, in their pretty dresses and said: "I've slept with less than five women."

"That's definitely a lie," Claire said, giving me a curious look.

"I don't know," Kayla said, "but you seem very sure, so I'm also going with lie!"

"It's actually true," I said, making up a story, "I had a long-time girlfriend in my first years of college, so I never really..."

"Wow, that's..." Claire said, but picked up her glass and downed the shot.

"Damn," Kayla said and looked at her shot glass. "Here goes!"

She coughed as the liquor burned in her throat. I filled up their glasses again.

"My turn," Claire said. "Once, I blew two guys in a club toilet."

"Woooah," Kayla and I said together, breaking out in laughter. Claire shrugged.

"No, I think you're lying," I said. "You're not that slutty."

"I think it's true," Kayla said, not about to make the same mistake again and follow someone else's guess.

Claire took a long look at us and smirked. Then she picked up her glass and drank the shot.

"It was just one guy... but he was hung like two."

"Oh my god, Claire," Kayla said and laughed. "You're... oh wow."

"Drink up," I said to her.

"Damn." {Volley girl} said, but took the shot easier this time.

It was her turn.

"I... I- Once, I slept with a guy and left him before any of us came," she said. "He was... not the best in bed."

"Oh, I believe that," I said.

"Me too," Claire nodded. "Seemed to come way too easily to you for a lie."

Kayla grinned.

"Drink up, guys," she said. "It was the first time with my ex, and he came almost immediately... but he got better. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm telling you these things," she said and laughed.

I raised my glass to Claire and we downed our liquor.

One shot for me, two for both girls. Now it was my turn. The mood was loosening up, so I made a bolder choice.

"I got hard earlier today thinking about the two of you kissing," I said.

"True! Definitely true," Claire said.

"False," Kayla said, "You're trying to trick us with semantics!"

I shrugged. "Busted."

Claire immediately drank her shot, and I did mine, as I hadn't convinced Kayla.

"So... what was the lie?" the latter babe asked.

"I thought about it just now..." I grinned.

Both chicks immediately stared at my crotch, where my penis was making a pretty serious dent in my trousers.

"Good one," Claire said.

"Maybe we should kiss, then," she added.{endif}