Three days after Margo Needy had reached her comfort zone... a few extra days just to let the boys stew over her true intentions. That, and to give them time to refill their gas tanks before a very long ride ahead. Pure evil, Margo Needy. Pure evil. Don't think they weren't getting frustrated with her. Calm before the Big Bang! She simply waited until everyone was off the same day together. Today was that day.
"Guys! GUYS!" Brian Hancock hurries to the basement family room of the Needy home, where they recently moved in to share expenses and to look after their somewhat friend Elliot's mom. At first neither Elliot nor his mother seemed to suspect their ulterior motives. Nor did the boys at first suspect Margo's own sly motives, so each of them thought, until picked off sexually one by one. Both Eric Crowe, and Heath Talbot knew better, keeping secrets from each other, including Brian and Cabot to let Margo taunt them before the reality that all of their fantasies would come true. They had planned well over the last year to seek and deploy.
"You have to see this." Brian waves for them to stop playing their video game in favor of following him. Deviously plotted by Bri and Margo he rounds the group up and riles their curiosity. They hesitate until he says, "Margo's wearing a reallllly short robe in the kitchen. I'm pretty sure there's nothing but skin underneath."
Without a breath to waste all three roomies Cabot, Eric, and Heath join Brian in quietly heading upstairs to capture a good look at Margo. It wasn't unusual for her to be so open when around the entire group at one time, yet it had been few and far between recently. Of course, they all knew how open she truly was. They had lived in her rented bedrooms for not even two weeks without so much as a hint of skin outside of yoga wear or a measly tank top, so they've said. Once everyone moved in her clothes stayed on unless she hunted mischievously and took them without the other knowing. The Cougar was good like that.
Brian and Cabot at least knew that they had both seen more of her flesh than they admitted to one another, when they brought her breakfast in bed. Brian had at minimum told the others of that incident, nothing more, not even sharing his cell footage of her masturbating as if dreaming. Their friends seeing more than they too shared kept the mystery lingering in the air. Now, she was barefoot in a silky kimono style robe that barely covered her hips and thighs. Margo knew Brian was leading the sheep to slaughter, yet she hadn't heard them, so was moving about without concern in making coffee and toast.
"Holy crap her legs are gorgeous. They look freshly shaved." Eric exhaled through puckered lips while spying around the hallway corner. As if he had never seen or touched them before. In his thoughts he was busting up laughing. If only the others knew the truth. HA! If only he himself knew the truth.
"Do you think she would panic if we just walked in there?" Heath wondered. He too played the game of clueless. He knew what Margo was really like, just as Eric did. The theatrics were for show and to terrorize Brian and Cabot. Eric presuming Heath, Heath presuming Eric. Too much fun. Clueless led to a very erotic dynamic.
Cabot, always the voice of reason puts his palms up to rationalize things, "We can't make her uncomfortable or she'll ask us to move." He knew there would never be that risk, but maintained his story, "We have to behave as if we're not there to drool. Let me go in first. Once she and I talk some, you guys can join us. Don't blow this on stupidity, we've planned our invasion for too long. She trusts us."
"Right." Brian nods, "Not stupid. You should do something to test her without making her think you did it on purpose."
Cabot unbuttons his plaid shirt halfway to reveal a very manly, nearly chiseled chest. With the looks of Brad Pitt, Cabot knew there was a possibility of temptation on her part. Although she sure didn't show much interest of late since their secret pantry love affair. Outside the massaging of her legs and shoulders in cutting up with them even he felt left out. Motioning the guys to wait for his signal he strolled around the corner and casually confronts Margo.
"Morning Mrs. Needy." He doesn't even check her out, merely stepping to the fridge and opening the door. As he ignores her Margo pauses and shyly pulls her cleavage together a bit to conceal stunning breasts. All in the game.
"Good morning, Cabot. Did any of you even sleep last night?"
"Not really. Day off today we all became video game junkies." He decides to pour a glass of milk, stepping past her to retrieve a clean glass from the dishwasher. Standing right next to her he pours his milk. He could tell she was a tad nervous. Not at all, but she gave him that impression knowing full well the other boys were close by. After a lengthy drink he looks at her and licks his milk moustache, "Were we too loud? You know you can tell us to shut up if we overdo it."
"No. Actually, having voices in the house is calming. I didn't realize until Elliot left that I'd miss something as simple as vocal habitation. You boys are fine."
"Good. You know we're here for you if you need anything. I know we say it a lot but, thanks again for letting us rent your spare rooms. I'm sure Elliot feels better knowing you're safe and that you have someone to talk to."
"I appreciate that Cabot. I feel so underdressed." She suddenly acts skittish. Oscar gold Margo. Oscar gold.
"How can you be? I've seen your swimsuit photos. Not much to those micro bikinis." He examines her reaction with a shocked expression which he turns to his advantage, "Aw man! I hope that didn't sound... you know?"
"Like a compliment?" She smiles with a hint of blush.
"It was, but after I said it, I thought it sounded ... I don't know... flirty dirty I guess."
"Flirty dirty? That's so cute." She smirks sheepishly, "You're fine Cabot. I know you're just trying to make me feel comfortable."
"Not working so well, is it?"
"I apologize if I wore so little." She hesitates to know her own rule against saying she or anyone else was sorry for anything was against her better judgment. Even she slipped occasionally. "I really thought I could come down and make my breakfast without anyone catching me." Eric had recommended she do just this via a text. In some fashion they had all instigated this moment. Even Brian who had raced down to report her being in the kitchen. That was after he kissed her good morning and palmed her sucked lightly on breasts.
"It's your house Margo. None of us are going to think badly of you. That robe is kind of cool. Are those rose patterns?" Speaking of rose, her nipples were as rose up as they could get, but again, that was largely due to a quite expensive surgery enhancement to make them absolutely perfect going without a scar even. Those nipples would never ever go down even if her constant thoughts of sex ever silenced. She would die turning on the Grim Reaper. Her doctor was one hell of a perfectionist.
"Cherry blossoms." She looks down at herself and releases her held together cleavage. Unintentionally, she looked up at him over her brows to explore his own reaction. He kept his cool and finished his milk. Hmmmm! She wondered why he hadn't even looked at her cleavage. This was a barely nineteen-year-old young man who was her first conquest, now playing naïve. She knew it was his protecting her planned strategy, but it still felt negligent. She had already suspected by his actions that the others were nearby, his eyes darting toward the entry to the kitchen multiple times. Boys would always be horndogs. He was still respectful. That alone made her relax a bit more. That, and the strong suspicion that they intended to play the game their own way. It was all coming to a head, she was ready.
"Shoot!" He acted guilty suddenly buttoning his own shirt, "I forgot I had my shirt unbuttoned. Sorry."
"Stop that! You know how I feel about that word. No need to be sorry Cabot. You live here now. We both know the boundaries." A subtle wink blind to prying eyes maintained their performance.
"Right! I think. So, I'm cool if I leave my shirt open?"
"Of course. You can even go without your shirt. Maybe not your pants though." She snickers. "Swimwear is ok."
"Dang! I was really hoping to live in my boxers." He chuckled.
"I suppose even those are alright." She shrugs telling herself that she truly hoped they would be bolder in the future once her taunting reached its pinnacle. Men nude in front of other men was always awkward, she would get them to overcome that silliness.
"I'm not sure if I could ever do that. I wouldn't want to embarrass you."
"Any worse than my embarrassing you in this skimpy robe? Or in Brian's truck that day going to Philadelphia?"
"Totally not embarrassed. You can wear less for all I care." He grits his teeth and adds, "That sounded awful too."
"Well, I don't know about that." She smirks nibbling at cold toast. Of course, she would. Lesser than less even. Before Cabot could comment further, his friends barged right in without warning. So much for a signal.
"You going to play GTA or what?" Brian abruptly entered with his arms to his sides. "Oh, hey Margo."
"Boys." She lowered her gaze again pulling her cleavage together expressing shyness. So not shy.
"You look nice this morning. Sleep well?" Heath smiles going to a cupboard and grabbing a bowl, from there to the pantry for a box of cereal.
