teaztress: “Hi baby….we have a question for you.” A text followed by a hear
teaztress: “Hi baby….we have a question for you.” A text followed by a heart and a winky face emoji. It’s a trap. He knows it is even before he reads the question. He takes a deep breath, holding it in as he opens the photo on his phone. The one on the left, taking the photo is his girlfriend. The one on the right whose ass is looking amazingly sexy and delicious stretching against her leather skirt is his girlfriend’s best friend. Oh God, he thinks as he exhales….my goose is cooked. This is the best friend that takes center stage in all his fantasies, she gets a rise out of him just by walking in the room. The one he confessed was his masturbation fodder during a particularly torrid night of tease and denial with his girlfriend. Not fair, he thought. Being caught off guard and double teamed teased. He swallows hard and waits for the question. Ten minutes later his phone pings…..his hand shakes holding his phone as he reads. Do you think this copper faucet would look good in our bathroom? Followed quickly by a second text…..make sure the house is clean, take a shower and wait naked at the top of the stairs….we are on our way home. With his tasks now complete there was only one thing left for him to do. Wait. Awkwardly. Naked and exposed. His nerves were a wreck but he was unable to resist the temptation of repeatedly committing a strategic error - gazing at the picture that had been texted to him. And in his current condition the effect that it had on him was impossible to conceal. When he heard the door downstairs open and the clicking of heels crossing the floor his heart nearly pounded out of his chest. His feet felt as if they were embedded in concrete as he watched them make their way up the stairs, the expressions on their faces impossible to read. He swallowed hard as his girlfriend slipped in behind him, her nails grazing lightly along his back. Her bestie stood facing him, her hand softly tracing across his chest, his male flesh trembling in response. Her eyes were locked on to his, as if daring him to try to look away from her. Finally, her voice broke the nearly heart stopping silence. “I undertand you’ve been keeping secrets from me? Is that right, sweetie?” His mind reeled, temporarily rendered useless. From behind him his girlfriend leaned in closer, her body gently pressing against his as she whispered, “Good luck, baby. She’s in a mood today.” She chuckled softly, her mouth softly sucking and kissing his neck, provoking an involuntary moan from her now helplessly trapped boyfriend. “You know she’s not coming to your rescue, don’t you?,” his blonde fantasy purred. “It’s you and me, and right now it’s confession time for you. So go on, be a good boy for me… tell me…. tell me everything.” -- source link
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