“Aw, come on, Jen. Don’t be like that. Tell me about your date?”
She just ignores me and starts flinging dresses and underwear onto the bed. I’ve nothing else to do, so I sit and watch, eyeing the stuff she’s picking out until I spot a red dress and the bra that matches the leopard knickers I stole. “Wear these.” I hold them up.
She looks around and lifts a brow. “Excuse me?”
“Wear these. You’ll look fucking hot in these.”
She considers, then takes the dress and the bra. “I can’t find the matching panties.”
“Just don’t wear any.”
She looks at me for a moment. “Why are you helping?”
I shrug. “I thought we were friends now.”
“We were never friends.” She goes into the bathroom, and a moment later she comes out in the dress, presumably with the bra and no panties underneath. My mouth is watering just thinking about her naked pussy under the dress. Jen has the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen. All fat and slick. I let out a low whistle. “I was right about the dress. Great dress.”
She slides her hands over her hips. “Thanks. I guess I’m wearing this. Turn around.” She makes a spinning gesture with her hand.
I turn to face the opposite wall, but I don’t mention I can see her reflection in the mirror. She Lifts the dress over her head and reaches behind her to remove the bra, and I stare at her round ass. Fuck it’s been too long since I had my hands on that ass. My trousers are suddenly tight, and I look down in wonder. I’m hard again!
“I guess I’ll go take a cold shower then.”
I need one myself. She strides into the bathroom and shuts the door, and I quickly undo my fly and wrap my hand around my dick. God that feels good. I only get three hurried strokes, though, before I’m starting to go soft. I keep pumping, hoping against hope that I can rub one out before it’s too late.
It’s no good.
I don’t get even as much as a drop of precum before I’m completely flaccid.
With a curse, I punch Jen’s pillow and do up my fly, dragging my feet out into the living room to collapse on the sofa. Talk about fucking cursed!
By the time Jen is ready, I barely even look up as she walks past me. I just roll over so I am facing the back of the sofa andcan’t see her in that dress looking smoking hot while she goes to have dinner with some jerk who doesn’t know how lucky he is.
When it’s hours later and Jen still isn’t home, I finally get up and start pacing the living room. I check my phone. No missed calls. No messages. Where the fuck is she?
Is she OK?
I’m about to call when the front door opens and the flat is filled with soft feminine laughter and then a thud and a moan and the sounds of kissing.
I spin to see Jen with her back pressed against the wall being kissed by a tall, dark, handsome man I assume is Luca. My mouth drops open, and once again my dick stirs in my pants. I cannot tear my gaze away from them. Jen breaks away from the kiss to tip her head back so he can nuzzle her neck and kiss along her collarbone, and I wish to god that was me running my lips and tongue over her smooth skin.
Her eyes flick open and her gaze locks with mine. She waves a hand at me in a shooing gesture. “Get down,” she mouths.
Reluctantly I crawl behind the sofa, peeping my head above the arm to watch as he walks her back into the bedroom. I frown. Loser didn’t even stop to shut the front door. Any robber or rapist could just walk right in while they’re distracted.
I sneak over to shut and lock the door, and then I freeze.
Jen laughs.
The quiet thud of clothing hitting the floor draws my attention back to the bedroom.
They’ve left that door ajar.
Fuuuuuuck.
I know I shouldn’t, but a guy only has so much willpower. On tiptoes, I sneak over and peek through. I get a flash of a long shapely leg as Luca pushes Jen back on the bed. There’s her red dress in a heap on the floor beside them, exactly where it deserves to be. Luca has his shirt off, and I have a good view of his back and shoulders—he could use a few rounds on the shoulder press to be honest. Then he slides a hand up Jen’s thigh, and she moans loudly. “Mmm. Yes. Touch me.”
By now I’m rock hard and throbbing. Feeling a little guilty and very, very excited, I undo my fly for the second time tonight and slide my hand around my dick.
