I decided to give Max's girls' names because I felt slightly sad that they were only credited as Max's girls. Hey, if you can name the Beatles song I took their names from then I'll write you a fic of your choice if you want. It's kinda easy ;)
Rose's dark hair was spread over Max's bare chest. His fingers were tangled in Valerie's light hair. His eyes were wide open as the two girls slept soundly against him. He didn't even remember how he met them and he was surprised that he even remembered their names. The last thing that he could clearly remember in his mind was knocking his glass full of pink punch together with Jude and Lucy. Everything after that had been a blur.
They had been at the party for Dr. Roberts. Rose had been dancing around and it was the movement of her body that had attracted Max. Valerie had been a little more withdrawn. She had bumped into him at the punch table and he took her out onto the dance floor. That's when Rose joined them. Small little Valerie and boisterous Rose with her sensual body had landed in Max's grasp.
Valerie tasted like cinnamon. Her lithe body was so nimble and he was amazed at how she could bend and twist. Her hair was like silk through his fingers. Her breasts were a perfect fit in his hands. Her hips were smooth and controlled as she bucked into his groin. Her moans were so soft and innocent that there was something almost dirty about making love to her.
Rose tasted like ginger. She was a bit wilder, nipping at his neck and ears. Max didn't mind though as his hand would caress her belly, moving it down, down, down until he reached her wet core. There was fire in her dark eyes as her black hair fell in front of her face as she cried out with intense passion. Her body would arch with release as he would hold onto her.
Valerie shivered softly and curled up closer into Max's warm body. A small smile formed on his face and Rose's right leg lifted up to rest over his hip. The bus was silent as it rolled on through the night, taking them to God only knows where. He glanced at each of the girls that were resting against him. Not a bad way to spend the night before heading off to war.
I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me mad