After my spin class at the gym, I decided to drop by my boyfriend's place, hoping we could have an early dinner together. I forgot he was still at work, so my visit was a surprise.
When the door opened, I was greeted by his roommate, Jeffery, instead. I felt confident in my outfit: all-white sneakers, new Lululemon dark grey leggings, a teal twist-front sports bra, and a shortened slim white jacket left open to show off my midriff. The outfit was as comfortable as it was meant to be a little flirty. I didn't anticipate Jeffery being the only one to appreciate my gym tease modeling that was planned for my boyfriend.
Jeffery's gaze lingered a bit too long. He ogled, but I brushed it off. He reminded me my boyfriend wouldn't be home for a couple more hours and asked if I wanted to wait. Since I lived 45 minutes away, it didn't make sense to head back only to return, so I decided to stay. I sent a text to my boyfriend letting him know I was hanging out at his place until he got off work.
Jeffery's lingering stare wasn't new--I had caught him having eye-gasms before, but I chose to ignore it. Jeffery is unpredictable sometimes, a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde. He can be incredibly charming, then a total ass. Jeffery's girlfriends stick around just long enough to break up with him. There are whispers he's a womanizer.
I try to get along with Jeffery because he's my boyfriend's friend, but there are moments when he annoys me. He is without restraint and has flirted with even with my boyfriend around. I've always brushed off his advances, shutting him down before he even gets the chance. I should have told my boyfriend about it, but I haven't. Jeffery and my boyfriend have been friends for a long time, and I was still figuring out what I should and shouldn't bring up.
After deciding to stay, I tossed my jacket onto the chair. Jeffery and I sat next to each other on the couch, flipping through channels until we found something we could both tolerate. He offered me a drink, and I asked for water. When he came back, he handed me cranberry juice spiked with a generous amount of vodka. I gave him a look but took the drink anyway. Then, I had another.
To be fair Jeffery can be fun. He's just one of those "bad boys" that girls are warned about. Still sitting side by side on the couch, we playfully wrestled to control the remote, bickering like siblings, or a couple We were clearly neither.
That afternoon dragged on painfully slow. Something was different, our vibe was different. Maybe it was the drinks or inappropriate glances I wasn't supposed to catch, but stuff escalated. Our banter turned playful. At one point, Jeffery hid the remote in his shorts and dared me to "fish it out." Laughing, I accepted the challenge. I knew I'd likely find more than just a remote in there, but I didn't expect to find his penis fully hard.
Do I pretend I didn't notice and just go for the remote, or acknowledge what was happening. In a bold move, I grabbed the remote with one hand and, with the other, I pulled his cock out of his shorts. Laughing, I declared, "I win."
Jeffery is gifted with a nice cock. I stared, holding his cock in my hand. I felt his cock throb, and it was warm. He didn't even pretend to be shocked or to pull away. Mischievously, I leaned over him like I would have with a bf and left traces of lipstick on the tip of his penis. Wetness clung like a spiderweb to my mouth. If it counted, this was our first kiss.
He pulled me to him and stole a real kiss. I reeled realizing there were unspoken boundaries I didn't mean to cross. His next kiss wasn't quite as innocent. He put his hand over my bra and fondled my breasts. My comfortable outfit offered no resistance and stretched around his wandering hands. He pinched and tweaked my nipples between his fingers and held my breast in his hand. The voice in my head told me to 'stop this.' But I felt aroused by his naughtiness. I wondered if this was just another dare challenge. Jeffery made waiting for my boyfriend too much fun.
Whether it was the drinks or the thrill of being seduced, my head spun. Our naughtiness continued. With his hand between my legs. He rubbed my pussy, tracing me until a dainty camel toe curve was noticeably revealed through spandex pants. I felt naked under his touch. I added to the confusion gripping him to pull, then push on his cock. He felt velvety warm and noticeable harder. I wondered what he might do next. I knew we could stop. I tried to stop. I was not going to do more. But Jeffery didn't even notice my pause. And I didn't stop him. He rolled over me pushing me into the couch under him. While we kissed, his hand slipped under the elastic waist of my pants. I opened my legs as if to invite more of his touch. He didn't seem surprised to find me excited. I liked our wait-time games. I wasn't thinking about my boyfriend; not at all.
Jeffery taunted me, getting my attention with clitoral teases, come-hither finger curls, and shallow penetrative play. He caressed and squeezed my breasts. We didn't stop touching each other. Jeffery was persistent and pushed past my silent uncertainties. His fingerplay made my clitoris so sensitive and I felt my resignation to fate. When I came over to the apartment, the plan was to taunt and fuck my boyfriend. But with Jeffery, I was flirting with trouble. I knew he wanted me. And I lusted to know what he would do next.
"No" I didn't even pretend to mean it. I twisted his cock in my hands. I was committed to making him cum, if we kept playing. "no..." I said it again because I should, but I meant yes. His fingers continued to tease me. His eyes locked into my gaze. He had to decide if I was serious; I would not tell him the answer. I felt myself breathing deeply. My words formed in distracted thought, "No.. one.. knows.." We both knew I meant my boyfriend, or his roomie. "Just our secret," he said as he resumed my intimate tease. It sounded like a promise. I knew not to believe him. I wanted to believe it was a promise.
Clothes seemed unnecessary after we made our secret pact. Jeffery took off my bra pulling it over my head. He gently fell onto me suckling my breasts. He threw my bra on top of my jacket. He took off his shirt with a little help from me. Jeffery looks better naked than he does wearing clothes. I tried not to linger too long looking at his gym-pecs before he laid on the couch next to me. His skin against mine. I felt his chest heaving as he breathed against my breasts. The warmth of his body was crazy sexy to me. We kissed like lovers, though we weren't. Yet. I knew I would follow if he would lead. I set no limits, except for time.
