When she noticed me, she magically lost interest in what she was doing.
“And you’re like that?” I asked dryly, leering at her bra, which pushed up her rounded breasts.
She smiled at me mischievously. “You know how it is, I was expecting you.”
“What’d you say?” Taylor came into in living room and intervened immediately.
“Nothing, I said you wrote me saying you wanted company, but you already have company. Tiffany’s here.” I pointed to the undressed girl.
Taylor didn’t seem to pay attention to what I was saying; as a matter of fact she pushed me on the couch. Tiffany came closer to her and whispered in her ear.
“Okay, let’s play a game.” Taylor giggled, but her expression changed when she heard the rest of the sentence. “No, Tiff. That isn’t a game, it’s just an excuse for you to make out with my boyfriend.” She bristled.
That piqued my curiosity. “What game is it?”
I saw a bolt of excitement in Tiffany’s eyes. “We take turns blindfolding each other, and we have to guess who’s kissing us.”
“I’m not opposed to it,” I announced, puffing my chest out as I stretched my arms out on the top of the couch.
“Tiff, cut it out. You’re too friendly when you drink too much.”
“What are you talking about? Jackson’s coming too.” Tiffany defended herself.
“Why are you still chasing after Jackson?” Taylor said irritatedly, scowling.
“I’m not. I invited him because I wanted to see him.” At that point she went to sit on the rug sulking, as Taylor jabbed at her tartly.
“Do you really believe Jackson will want to be with you eventually?”
“Why wouldn’t he be? Let’s hear it.” I came to her defense.
Tiffany listened and had great tits; I don’t understand what more Jackson could want.
“Nothing, it’s just that she doesn’t seem like his type.”
So after talking about kissing me, how did we end up talking about Jackson?
“I’ll get the nail polish.”
I remained on the couch enjoying Taylor kissing my neck, but I couldn’t stop teasing Tiffany as she left the living room.
“Don’t forget the blindfold.”
“I won’t.” She winked with a mischievous grin.
We heard the bell ring, and a little while later, Jackson came in.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded with an eyebrow raised.
“Tay told me you were here, I wanted to see how you were.”
I moved over on the couch and made room next to me.
“Tell him you came for the manicure.” Taylor laughed, sitting on my legs.
Tiffany came back with a case of nail polish. She was still in her bra and underwear, but Jackson didn’t even look at her.
“Pick a color, Jax. You, James?”
