Familiar faces

“Let me pick your brain for a minute.”

“Okay…”

“You're a nice enough looking guy. If you put a little more effort in, you'd be one of the hotter guys in our year.”

Olive sat across from us, wearing a dark, oversized, hoodie who's sleeves extended past her hands. She squeezed herself into the corner of the booth, despite the row being free with Sam and Candi gone.

“You get good enough grades I hear, despite never studying. You've got some level of charisma, but I've never even seen you talk to a girl at school.”

“Aww you're making him blush.” Tandi smiled wide. Eyes unfocused like she was only half here. She sat beside me, in a very loose fitting top that I struggled not to look down whenever she leaned forward.

Not that I think she'd mind of course, after everything we'd done, but it still felt wrong. What glances I'd gotten confirmed she wasn't wearing a bra, if the outline of her nipples through the material weren't proof enough. The last thing I wanted was to get a hard on in front of the girls, so I kept my eyes on Olive's pale face.

“I remember doing an art class with you once, and you killed it with your sketches. If you tried and practiced more, you could have been really good!”

“Soo?” I normally felt uncomfortable getting compliments, but this didn't feel like it was one. And wait, since when did Olive go to our school? I couldn't remember ever seeing her there.

“Soooo, why don't you?”

“Why don't I draw more?”

“Why don't you try?” She put all the emphasis on that last word. “You've got so much natural talent, but you squander it with apathy.”

“Don't be so hard on him.” Tandi put a finger in her mouth and bit it, looking me up and down. “He can put the effort in when he needs too…”

Olive just rolled her eyes and ignored the comment.

“I just don't get it. If I had that kind of natural…” She trailed off. Stopping herself from getting more worked up.

How could I explain it? That putting in effort would make me more like my sister and that being mediocre was far better than being like her. It sounded childish when I put it like that.

“I guess, I'm…. Uhh..I'm…”

“The fool.” Tandi said without missing a beat.

“Yeah, I'm kinda an idiot.”

“Not a fool, cutie.” She pinched my cheeks and chuckled. “The fool.”

“Uhhh?”

“From the tarot deck.” Olive provided. Nodding to herself as if things somehow made more sense now.

“I've got to give you a proper reading.” Tandi leaned against me, wide eyes peering at me. “Your aura is one of the most interesting I've seen. A swirl of purple in a stunning sea of blue.”

“Uh huh and mine’s a checkerboard of black with some black stripes down the side.”

Candi walked back in with Sam at her heels, following behind her like they were attached. Jean shorts strapping down her lovely plump thighs, a stretched white T that struggled to keep her tits in and a studded choker to tie it all together.

Sam didn't dress up anything special, with just a skirt and blouse, but she did have one new item of interest. A pink dog collar, strapped around her neck, that hadn't been there before the pair went outside for a ‘smoke’.

“Blacker than the deepest void of the abyss!” Tandi said in her bubbly voice.

“Loving the new collar babe.” Olive smirked at Sam as she slid into the seat next to her. “Makes those Rosie cheeks just pop!”

“Thanks babe.” Sam smiled back at her. “Its even got my name engraved on it.”

“Owwhh let me see!” Tandi leaned forward with her arms on the table to get a better look. Giving me my most direct view at her tits through the oversized armhole in her shirt.

Sexy little nubs. With the nipple half as big as the light brown areola around them. I didn't have a perfect view side on, but it still made me salivate watching it hang out so freely. So close to me I could just reach out and grab them.

After that moment of indecent pleasure I **** myself to look back straight again. Right into Candi's eyes. She'd been watching me stare while the other girls babbled about Sam's collar.

She gave only the slightest of smirks, and turned away. As if I wasnt worthy of her full attention anymore.

“You look great in it puppy.” Candi purred. Taking Sam's chin and passionatly diving her tongue down her throat. Not holding anything back while she **** us, me, to watch them make out.

“So what are we getting?” Candi asked. Hands casually wrapped around my sister, who was blushing a deep red from everyone fawning over her.

Was this my punishment? Having to watch those two act like a real couple. Being stuck getting teased by Tandi while Sam got Candi taking her outside, alone, and all hers.

Was she waiting for me to get ****? To beg for her attention? To demand she get off her real girlfriend and spend time with me? Her fake boyfriend. She'd dangle her affection in front of me, using Sam to tighten her grip around me.

“What are you having Finn?” Tandi leaned on me again. Pushing a menu in front of me while sliping one of her hands down onto my lap.

The palm of her hand on my thighs, she casually rubbed her fingers back and forth. Firmly rubbing the side of my cock through my pants. Her shirt hung low and I knew she wanted me to look. Wanted me to take what she was offering.

Sam, Candi and Olive were on the other side of the table with another menu, talking about what they were getting. Oblivious to Tandi stroking me under the table. Yet still Candi held onto Sam, holding her tightly.

It wasn't an act, wasn't a game she was playing with me. It was just how they were. A reminder that even if Candi liked playing with me, I'd never had what they were enjoying right now. A reminder made all the more real by the fact that they didn't even realise they were giving it to me.

“They make a mean sausage here.” Tandi said the words softly. Not a whisper but low enough the other girls wouldn't hear over their own conversation. “It's so good I can swallow it all in one gulp.”

She stopped stroking me and moved her hand upwards. Towards the top of my pants where she could get her hands inside and…and…

“IGottaGoToTheBathroom.” I blurted out. Practically jumping out if my seat and power walking towards the mens room. Out a back door and behind the place in what looked like a back alley.

The place was a mess, with ancient fluorescent lights that barely provided any light to the windowless room and a stall that looked more suited as a glory hole than a toilet. Cleaning equipment lined a wall with a notable amount of dust on it, which wasnt suprising given the state of the place. I stopped at the sink, let the cold water run and splashed some on my face. Staring at myself in the mirror that was almost entirely covered in vulgar graffiti.

Fuck. What was wrong with me? The other night I had a girl wiping down my dick and I felt confident as he'll. Now a girl I'd already fingered was flirting with me and I felt anxious as hell.

I was getting all the signals that Tandi wanted to fuck me, and I still folded like wimp. She was probably back at the table laughing st me. Thinking I came my pants or something.

I'd whiffed the easiest fucking pass you could have, tripping on my own foot and going face first into the mud. Maybe Olive would understand why I didn't try now. When I took opportunities like this and wasted them.

And why? Because I was mad I couldn't have Candi? Was I still just a stupid kid, wanting the toy my sister had even though I could have my own?

Suddenly the door creeked open and a blinding light cut through the darkness of the room. Cold air rushed in, giving my wet face chills and breaking me from my thoughts.

“Hey. Need a hand?”