Even as he turned to leave, Kevin had to admit that, all things considered, Jared was one lucky dog. Any of the four girls could have made the covers of magazines with their good looks.
He wanted to remind his older brother that he would be back in three hours, but Jared was already lost among the hugs of the bevy of college students. He had made a beeline for Rachel. It was her house, after all, and it seemed right to pay his initial respects to the hostess of the gathering.
He had been only slightly ashamed that Kevin had witnessed his doggie "thing," but considering all the touching and excitement the girls had shown for him, it was only to be expected. Despite his shaggy appearance, he remained a red-blooded American male of 17, with all the requisite urges.
The moral quagmire he'd waded into, well, more like plunged headfirst into, didn't really give him pause. The girls were having fun, too, and no one needed to know that the dog so wrapped up with their petting and pampering was really just a horny 17-year-old who would never have stood a chance with them otherwise.
At the moment, Rachel had welcome him with fingers digging into the space behind each of his floppy ears. Jared would never have guessed that that odd space could produce such extraordinary waves of sensation.
"Why don't we go upstairs to my room," Rachel suggested to her friends.
Jared whimpered slightly, afraid that she might be breaking up the party. He needn't have feared.
"Everyone can get out of their wet clothes and I can just throw them in the dryer," she said.
Jared felt like every nerve in his body had just gone high alert.
"Oh, but the doggy can't go," Nisha cried.
"Why not?" Rachel replied. "He just had a bath. He's clean, and there's nobody else home."
Jared in his excitement produced an emphatic "Woof! Woof!"
The girls giggled and Rachel led the way to the utility room and told the girls to give her their wet clothes even as she pulled off her top. As Jared trotted along beside them, the girls began to shed clothing, handing the wet items to Rachel for deposit in the dryer.
Jared cursed the fringe of fur that plagued his vision. He shook his head and managed to dislodge the fringe, giving him an unobstructed look at the four girls, reduced to wearing only skimpy bras and panties. He could feel tingling in his sheath and knew he was probably getting a little too excited in that area, but he didn't care.
Once she started the dryer, Rachel suggested...