She was asking for it.
We were just there to hang out with our buddy, maybe smoke a little, get drunk and shoot the shit. No one asked her to come out of her bedroom in that thin shirt that fit her in all the right places but only showed a modest amount of skin, as if she didn't know how fucking great her tits are. No one told her those dark jeans that hugged her ass so perfectly were a good choice for sitting around on the porch with her boyfriend and his two friends.
She sat across from me and whenever I said something she would fix me with those dark green eyes, her wavy hair framing her face, the tiniest hint of cleavage peeking at me, and I actually lost my train of thought once or twice. She didn't seem to notice she was the cause. She'd just slide her dark-rimmed glasses up her nose with one graceful finger and raise an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. I thought my cock was going to burst through my pants.
Her boyfriend, a pretty tall and strong but easygoing guy, just kept passing the bowl and grinning at everyone and everything. I think he saw my discomfort but it didn't faze him. That guy is too happy if you ask me.
Allen definitely noticed. I figure she was having the same effect on him. He exchanged glances with me once or twice when she was busy checking her phone for messages. He kept pounding the shots of Black Velvet but I wasn't really into it for some reason.
"Brad." I finally realized she was talking to me. My head snapped back from where it had been contemplating the whiskey bottle and met her gaze. She held out her hand wordlessly for my keys with an affectionate half-smile on her face, as if I were a little brother she had to be protective of. That pissed me off; she may be four years older than me but I can take care of myself. I was cursed with a slender frame but I work out regularly and I'm pretty damn proud of the build I've slowly achieved. Plus I was still stone sober; I could drive if I wanted to. However, I handed them over without saying anything. An idea was already dancing at the edge of my mind. As I stood up to excuse myself to the bathroom, I was awarded the satisfaction of her following me with her eyes. I know she was looking at my tightly muscled body in its snug black t-shirt.
Now all I had to do was wait.
She went to bed early since it was a weekday and she had to work the next morning. Fucking tease. Allen and Paul, the boyfriend, were snoring in front of the TV by three AM. I stealthily made my way back to the bedroom. As I entered the hallway, I looked back toward the couch. Paul was staring at me. I jumped. He knew. I knew he knew. Where I was going, what I planned to do. As I waited for him to get up and kick my ass, he smiled a conspiratorial smile and closed his eyes again, feigning sleep. After a second I exhaled slowly and kept going, a little in shock. Was this some kind of game between them? Fuck it. I didn't care if I was a pawn, I was going to have her.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar. I slid it noiselessly inward and when my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw where the bed was. She was lying on her back, naked except for the silver satin sheets. I knew she was naked because the sheet wasn't completely covering her and I could see a smooth line of pale flesh on the side nearer to me, stretching from her neck to her feet. The swell of her right breast was visible, as well as her right hip where the cloth should have been if she were wearing panties. My cock swelled, as did my irritation. Two horny teenage guys in her house and she sleeps nude with the door open? As I closed the door she moved a little and her eyes opened. She must have mistaken the lust and hostility in my face for something else because she sat up a little, the sheet sliding farther down her chest and exposing the light brown edge of one areola. "What's wrong?" she said, her voice thick with sleep. "Is Paul okay?"
"Fuck Paul," I growled. I grabbed the edge of the sheet, threw it off her and straddled her on the bed in one quick motion, my knees on either side of her stomach.
