Or Neevie never dating anyone since her arrival? Even if we didn't always want to admit it to ourselves, we've always known we'd eventually start having sex with you when the time was right. Even me."

I arched an eyebrow and twisted slightly to face her, suddenly quite interested. "When?"

Zofi giggled, kissed my lips, and hugged me close from behind. She whispered into my ear, “We're not there yet, darling."

And then Like a ghost, she slipped away.

It was only when I returned to the family room that I realized how badly we'd messed up planning the day's activities. While Belle had simply walked over from next door, the other five girls had all driven here so we could take my van to the movie theatre together. Even Sam had driven herself here last night. That meant I had six drunken girls in my house with five vehicles parked nearby, and the same sense of responsibility that had prevented me from taking Alice's cherry now prevented me from Letting any of them drive home.

Logic told me I would have to keep them here overnight and let them sleep it off. Logic also told me that would be a one-way ticket to hell when all their parents discovered the girls had spent the night at my house because their darling Little angels were too drunk to drive after a night of debauchery and hedonism. I started trying to rationalize my way out of the situation, not an easy thing to do when I was also still rather drunk myself. But at least I didn't smell Like sex anymore.

Not smelling like sex is what actually gave me the idea for the girls to all get cleaned up. Arriving home a little tipsy could be explained away as high school seniors being high school seniors, so long as they didn't smell like the one teenage boy in the BTC had been pounding their pussy (or ass) all night. I got a bunch of extra towels, Sam took

Naimh into Mother's bathroom to shower, and Belle took Mari into mine.

And in less than 30 minutes I at least had five semi-conscious girls dressed in their day clothes.

Yes, I said five, not six. Even after taking a shower, the amount of alcohol Belle drank had hit her pretty hard. She passed out in the armchair after getting dressed, completely out like a Light. Well, listening to me, Sam, and Zofi talking while trying to figure a way out of the mess may have also had something to do with it.

Sam's brilliant idea (while still pretty drunk) was to wait for Mother to come home, explain the situation, and have her call all the parents to let their daughters spend the night. I pointed out that Sam herself had already spent one night away from home, and two in a row would really be stretching credulity. I also didn't want to ask Mother to cover for that sort of thing, even if Sam was convinced that "Beverly" wouldn't mind.

Luckily enough, Zofi had barely had anything to drink, at least in comparison to the rest of us. She enjoyed the wine but didn't really enjoy the cocktails, no matter how sweet. She pronounced herself fit to drive, especially after the shower, and once we accepted that, we concocted a plan. Zofi would drive herself, Sam, Naimh, Alice, and Mari home tonight in Sam's big Cadillac Escalade. If any questions were asked, they could truthfully admit we'd been drinking and the responsible thing was to not drive themselves. Tomorrow morning we'd figure out how to pick everyone back up, we could hang out for the day, and then each of the girls could drive her own car back home. As for

Belle, she was small enough that I could just carry her next door.

Of course, just as soon as our drunk asses had decided on THAT, Mother came home. She actually walked in right as we started organizing to have “less drunk" Zofi drive everyone home and immediately declared,

“Okay, no stupid teenaged plans. Everybody into the minivan! Wait, one moment. Is anybody going to be sick? No. Then get in the damn van."

The girls all went rather pale when a parental authority figure arrived and started barking orders. They obeyed with barely a peep. At least she gave me enough time to hug each of them goodnight.

After Mother left with a van full of tipsy teenaged girls, I scooped

Belle into my arms and carried her bridal style out the front door with her head pillowed on my shoulder, her house keys already in my right hand. It was after 10pm, but Mr. K was still awake and watching TV when

I came in. He took one look at me carrying Belle instead of his daughter walking under her own power, turned the TV off, and came over asking, "What's wrong? Is she hurt?"

I shook my head and explained, "Nah she's fine. But, uh... we were drinking quite a bit tonight and Belle's a bit of a Lightweight."

Mr. K sighed but shrugged. While I was certain he wasn't thrilled to hear his Little girl had been drinking, he seemed to accept it.

“I'm just gonna carry her upstairs," I told him.

He nodded and followed after us.

I took Belle straight to her bed, pulled aside the covers and lay her down. She woke up a bit when her head hit the pillow, and she gave me a beautiful smile while reaching up to caress my cheek.

I was suddenly quite conscious of the fact that Mr. K was standing in the doorway right behind me, and as my eyes went wide I reached up to grab Belle's hand before she did anything rash.