Talking with the girls

Neither one of the girls had any issue with Mark joining them inside the tent. They were both a little tipsy from some Saturday night drinks around the campfire and were happy for more company.

He couldn’t get over how much better things were now that the two of them got along again. The credit had to go to Tiffany who was determined not to walk away without forcing them to solve their issues. That alongside Mark’s little speech was enough to help the two girls wind down the clock.

“I want to know more about what you girls were like in high school,” he said to the pair.

They smirked, sitting cross legged opposite to them.

“Well… obviously a couple of trouble makers considering we tried stealing from a liquor store,” Winter said with a giggle.

He was glad to see them now laughing about it, something that took Miranda a long, long time to get over it.

“We used to have a lot of fun together,” Miranda added, “I mean we did everything together.”

“Even with boys…” Winter said, looking at her female friend.

“Are you talking about that night with Devon?” Miranda asked.

Nodding in reply, Winter waited for things to click with Miranda. She quickly remembered and it made them both giggle once more, looking at each other, thinking about what happened that night. Mark’s cock began to stir, wanting to know more. He figured that there had to be sort of a story here.

“What happened?” he asked them.

There was no hesitation to share the story, Miranda jumped into it straight away.

“Well it was a Friday Night and we were all hanging out at a local school, the three of us talking, sitting on top of a playground,” the blonde spoke, “You know, typical dumb high schoolers sneaking away from home at night sort of thing.”

“It was such a nice night,” Winter added.

“Oh yeah, definitley wasn’t cold,” Miranda remembered, “We both had tank tops on which was driving Devon insane!”

Mark understood the young boy’s pleasurable torture. Even if High School, he knew they would have both still had their impressive racks to impress and lure in high school boys.

“Similar to the one you have on now?” Mark asked Miranda who had a white tank top on, a black bra underneath, where Mark could see the straps of it.

“Just like this one,” she leaned forward a little more, showing him extra cleavage.

Winter started to giggle again as Miranda was giving Mark a real nice look at her boobs.

“He was begging us to let him see our tits, the poor boy had such an obvious boner,” Winter added.

They both looked at him, looking down at the same time to stare at his crotch. No words were said but just by checking their facial reactions, he knew they were trying to see if he had one as well.

“So what did you do? Did you show him?” Mark asked, breaking the silence as he edged closer to the girls.

They stared at each other again.

The anticipation to hear what happened was rising.

“Well… we played a game with him.”

“A game?”

They both nodded simultaneously, with Miranda telling him what type of game, “We’d ask him personal questions about us, if he got them right? We’d take an item of clothing off but if he got then wrong… he would take an item of clothing off instead.”

“And if he ran out of all his clothing, he’d lose and the night was over,” Winter added.

Mark was starting to understand and by the way the two girls whispered to each other, he started to work out that they wanted to play this game with him.

“Personal questions huh?”

Miranda nodded.

“Want to play too?” he asked.

Mark nodded along while doing a quick check of what clothes he had on himself. All he was wearing right now was shorts, underwear, a t-shirt. Usually he’d be wearing a jumper at this time of night but the warmth of fire was enough for him. He was now beginning to seriously regret that decision.

“Let’s start with an easy one… what’s Winter’s favourite colour?” Miranda asked Mark.

“Purple.”

Winter grabbed the bottom of her jumper and pulled it over the top of her head, getting tangled in her long hair. She threw it to the side, revealing she had a similar tank top underneath, giving him an ideal amount of cleavage to look at.

“And what’s my favourite colour?” the busty blonde then asked immediately after.

“Uhhh fuck… umm Blue?” He guessed,

“Strip,” Miranda told him, shaking her head.

She didn’t tell him the right answer but his second guess was Yellow. Mark thought he might be tested on this again so maybe she was just holding her cards to her very heavy chest. The girls watched him pull off his t-shirt very quickly, now topless in front of them.

Again, if he knew this was going to happen, he would have worn more items of clothing. Just two more wrong guesses and he’d be naked at the game would be over.

“What’s my favourite meal?” Winter asked.

Closing his eyes, he went back to every little conversation they had ever had about food. He was about to take a stab in the dark on this one before he remembered something about pasta.

“Uhh it’s pasta isn’t it?”

She wasn’t in a hurry to take another piece of clothing off, “More specific please Mark.”

They locked eyes as he went through every type of pasta in his mind. He kept looking at her tits, he had seen them out in the open that many times but no matter how many times he saw them, he still wanted more.

“Umm… penne?”

She didn’t react, just lifted her tank top up, showing him the white cotton bra she had on underneath. They sat up high and proud on her chest in a bra that was certainly more for comfort than style.

“How about my favourite meal?” Miranda then asked him straight away.

“Oh fuck come on, we’ve never discussed this before,” he said, knowing he was in big trouble.

“No tits then…” Miranda shrugged her shoulder.

“Rice and chicken?” he asked, already pulling down his shorts cause he knew he was going to be wrong.

Miranda confirmed those doubts, telling him to strip.

That was almost it for him now. Taking off those shorts left Mark in nothing but a pair of briefs. For the first time this trip, he actually started to feel a little cold. He could tell the girls were feeling it too, their nipples making slight dents in their bras and tops, clearly hard underneath.

“How about I give you one about me that you should know then,” the busty blonde then told Mark, “What’s my favourite thing to do in my spare time?”

Straight away, he knew the answer to her question, it was something he found out about Miranda in the first year he came to college, “You like to go to the gym.”

She smiled as if she wanted to take off her top, it appeared that way with such an easy question for Mark to answer. Miranda was quick to peel off her tank top, her black bra underneath now in perfect view. The blonde had chosen to wear something a little more sexy rather than Winter’s choice of comfort.

It didn’t matter either way though because both girls clearly had impressive racks, no matter what they wore. He couldn’t pick whose tits looked better if he tried, they both had such perfect breasts in their own ways.

“So are pants in play here for you girls or will I get to see some tits if I get the next question right?” Mark asked with a bit of confidence now.

“How about this,” Winter started to speak, “If you get the next one right, we both take our bras off… but again, get it wrong, you lose, you strip and we keep your clothes as you streak back to your tent.”

It wasn’t as if any of the girls outside of the tent hadn’t seen him naked before. It would be a little awkward running back into the tent in the nude while Tiffany studied but it wasn’t going to creep her out whatsoever. An easy deal for Mark to accept.

“Done. What’s the next question?” he asked them.

The girls instantly began to whisper to each other, using their hands to block their mouths. While they did, Mark again just stared at their breasts from within their respective bras.

“Okay,” Miranda finally said, the girls sitting crossed legged, looking at him again, “For us to strip, I want you to tell me what my favourite sex position is…”

Mark couldn’t answer straight away, he had to think about this a little more. If it was Winter, he would back himself in to get it right, knowing she loved positions that she was the submissive one in. For Miranda, he wasn’t quite sure.

“I’ll do you a favour,” the blonde added, knowing he was thinking hard about this, “It’s not anything bizzare or weird so try not to think too hard about this.”

He was still under the pump, he felt the pressure to get this right.

What would he answer with?