“John?” Erin started at the door.
He looked up. “Yes?”
She was leaning against the door, back arched and held luscious breasts straining her bra. One leg curled on the frame as if she was posing for him. “I know you said dinner tomorrow, but want to take a break and get some coffee and sandwiches for lunch?”
The idea of getting away from the computer was a good one. And seeing Olivia would have been a bonus, if anything for another shot at seeing the nipples sticking through her shirt. He internally berated himself for considering that when he would be with her sister.
“My treat.”
Hormones and his stomach won. He saved his file, locked his screen, and then headed to the door. “You've sold me.”
“Well, I'd rather do something else to you.”
He did a double-take but she only smiled sweetly at him.
Together, they walked. She was closer to him than ever and occasionally their shoulders would brush together.
John had to admit, it was nice to have the attention. And Erin was beautiful and distracting. Not to mention, he couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips and the bob of her breasts in his peripheral vision.
He didn't remember most of the trip down to Foggy's, not until they got to the door. Due to his British roots, he rushed forward along the narrow dirt path to hold open the door. His action required him to balance on the edge of the construction for a moment.
“How sweet,” Erin said as she passed him.
He smiled and followed after her.
The coffee shop only had two other people: Olivia and Christine.
Olivia looked up from behind the counter and then smiled broadly. She was holding a plate with two muffins on it. “John!”
Christine turned in her seat and she grinned. “Already bringing him down here to meet the family? Very well, let's—”
“No!” snapped Erin. Then she stepped up to him and grabbed his arm, squeezing it firmly as she pulled him tight against her soft body. Her crushed breast was almost impossibly to miss and he stumbled. She started with him but he managed to catch himself by grabbing a nearby table and wrapping his arm around her waist.
She made a soft coo noise and nestled closer.
Christine's eyebrow raised. “So, hoping to use Olivia's back room for a nooner?”
“Chris!” Erin straightened up primly, her body shaking as she held herself close to him. “I'm not going to fuck him here!”
“Why not? Those bags of coffee beans are pretty comfortable. And just about the right height.” Christine winked.
John's cheeks burned almost the same intensity as Erin. His thoughts were almost lost on his humiliation, but a small part of him focused on Erin's words. She didn't say she didn't want to have sex with him, just that she didn't want to have it in the shop.
Olivia grinned. “Not that I would know—”
Her eyes seemed to bore into John. “—but I've sat down on them more than a few times myself. Had a few thoughts of my own, actually.”
He shivered at the look. More and more, the women who were in that hallway seemed to have gained a strange fascination with him. He wondered if it was the chemical that he had touched, maybe the other John was wrong and it was causing unintended side effects.
Christine leaned back in her chair, her breasts rising up as she hooked her knees on the table. Her name badge flipped over. “Come over here, John, sit with us. Olivia is going on break and we were getting this morning's muffins.”
“Do you want anything?” asked the beautiful lady behind the counter.
Erin clutched John tighter and guided him to the table. “Whatever he wants, it's on me.”
“That's not the only thing she wants on him.”
“Shut up,” snapped Erin before she smacked her sister on the head.
Christine giggled and then scooted her chair. “Sorry, I just like teasing my big sis. I mean, it's also not the first time we've been interested in the same guy.”
Erin started to sit down next to her sister, but Christine shoved her over one step and turned the chair to John. “Come on, sit between the Porter Sisters.”
“Hey, what about me?” asked Olivia as she came over with a heaping pile of treats. “I'm a Porter too,” she said while glancing at John.
Christine grinned. “You can sit on his lap.”
Olivia blushed and looked at him with a look of growing excitement.
His manhood twitched the intense looks he was getting from all three sisters.
“No,” Erin said, “she can't sit on his lap.”
“On the table in front him. I'm sure he'd like to see her with one leg on each—”
“Chris!”
John's ears were ringing with Christine's words. She was also interested in him and, judging from Olivia's blush, the third Porter sister had also gotten a recent interest in him, a definitely carnal one. Once again, he wondered if the doctor's formula had something to do with it. Would he have to worry about attracting every woman who came near him?
Even with the distinctly sexual attention, a worry rippled through his thoughts. He could easily imagine how much trouble he would be in if every teenager, student, and woman decided to get closer to him. If anything, he would be crushed under the onslaught of attention. His eyes glanced over to Erin's sizable breasts. Suffocated might be a more accurate word if there were more than ten of them.
Olivia leaned over his shoulder, her breasts impossible to miss as they were squished against his skin. She set down a heaping plate with four muffins. It was followed by a large cup of tea, the milky brown almost the exact color he liked it. “Here you go.”
He turned. “Thank—”
Her mouth was only inches from his.
“—you.”
Olivia winked and pulled away. Her hips swayed as she returned to the counter and grabbed a second plate.
“So,” Christine said from behind him. “You have some interest in the Porter sisters?”
He jumped as the blush returned. She was smirking as she stared at him, the same probing desire that he had seen before. Leaning forward, she rested one hand on his thigh. “It's okay, we don't bite.”
“Chris!” snapped Erin. “Stop trying to crawl into his pants!”
Christine's gaze slid to the side to regard her sister. “Like you aren't interested. I saw how your tits just keep popping up ever since you were blowing him.”
“I was not giving him a blow job that time!”
That time? John found himself smiling. The shock was beginning to wear off and he found himself enjoying being buffeted by three beautiful women around him.
Across the table, Olivia sat down with a steaming cup of her own and a pastry. He could seem the dark coffee almost instantly. Her eyes flickered between her two sisters before she sighed and grabbed her snack.
Christine's hand rested on his thigh. “So, John, interesting in taking one of us out tonight?”
Erin reached over and picked up her sister's hand. “Down, Girl. My boss has already invited him to dinner?”
“The cow with the big tits?”
“You know who Hannah is.”
Christine shrugged, then she turned her attention back to John. “Want to blow her off? I promise I'll make it worth your while.”
“I-I…” he stammered.
“You do not piss of Hannah. She would have his balls in a wringer before noon tomorrow.”
Christine's eyebrow rose.
“Chris, you can have him in two nights.”
“Why not tomorrow?” Christine's hand rested on John's thigh again, only centimeters from his crotch.
His cock jumped at the closeness, but also the pressure as Erin leaned over his shoulder.
“Because I have him tomorrow night.”
Christine's smile grew predatory. “Want to share?”
“No!”
“Why not! Not like we didn't share everything else.”
“Borrowing my jeans is not the same as borrowing a boy.”
“It did when it was Ger—”
Erin grabbed Christine's lower hand and pulled it away. “Quiet.”
John leaned back and looked at Olivia.
She watched him with the same hungry look at the others. When their eyes match, she shrugged. “I was the half-sister. They were both like this before I got into the story. I hope you don't mind, it's like being fought over by cats.”
Some of John's tension faded. “They are more like kittens right now.”
There was a sudden silence.
He looked at the two sisters flaking them, they were both smiling but the look in their eyes was intense and hungry. He wondered if he had just made a mistake.
Christine leaned forward, her hand sliding up to cup his hard cock. Her lips teased his ear. “I'll show you what a kitten I can be. I like to lick my milk right from the source.”
His shaft throbbed with her closeness and forward. It had been a long time since he had a woman's touch on his cock. Or mouth. Or anything else for that matter.
Christine's thumb traced his length and her smile broadened.
Erin yanked her sister's hand away. “Stop dry-humping him!”
“Just because you aren't making a move, doesn't mean—”
“You don't have to rape him in public, Chris!”
John cleared his throat.
They both stopped to look at him.
“Why don't we just enjoy some food and a good drink? I'm happy to be with all of you right now.”
That seemed to placate the two sparring sisters. They leaned back in their chairs, but his words didn't stop the occasional wink, stray innuendo, and private smiles that promised a lot more.
John was both frightened and aroused like never before. He was afraid that he would say the wrong thing and somehow cause whatever was building around him to shatter. At the same time, he kept reliving the firm grip that traced his length through his trousers with a promise of far more.
As soon as he got back, though, he was going to call Doctor John Woods and ask him exactly what was in the formula.