Watching Aisley walk away was painful to both full blooded males. Her long straight hair covered her strong bare shoulders. Her teal strapless top sat low over her full breasts, covering the waist band on her white skirt falling to her mid thigh.
"Brah, what are you gonna do?" Fin whispered, watching Aisley walk away.
"What am I supposed to do? I'm gonna lose her, I know it. She's gonna leave me." Joe punched the couch cushion. "I feel like a pre teen again man. I'm stuck, clueless." The embarrassment showed on Joe's face.
"I think you know what you need to do, just don't know how." Fin spoke confidently adjusting in his seat.
Aisley walked back to the living room pausing in the doorway. Both men fell silent.
The problem was Aisley loved Joe. She couldn't explain it but she did, the problem was she couldn't see with the torture that left her so close to what she needed but never close enough to make it over the edge.
Sex wasn't everything but it was a big problem.
Biting her cheek she stared between the two men drinking on the couch. They looked like two boys caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Her Joe was tall with broad shoulders just like she liked. His arms were strong but like the rest of his body, his strenth sat a few inches fat giving him the teddy bear look. One of the reasons she had fallen for him, feeling safe in his arms.
But even with her man sitting on the same couch, his friend was something to look at...and think about when things weren't going so well. He was taller than Joe by three inches. His shoulders were just as broad only defined as were his arms. His body reminded her move of a TV wrestler than anything else. The bounds of muscle and minimal fat, except his beer float covering the six pack. Dark hair and bright blue eyes. It was hard to deny how attractive he was.
"So...whatcha doin?" Aisley asked hesitantly. Crossing her arms over her chest leaning against the wall.
Both men shook their heads in sync.
Aisley rolled her eyes walking into the kitchen. She could hear the whispers from the living room, but couldn't make out the words. They were plotting something. She pictured their hand gestures and eye movements working together to make some syncronized ambush.
She laughed at the thought. It was like a game, only they had lived it and she knew it.
She began making desert for dinner.
"Joe, babe, I need you to get me the glass casserole dish." She called never turning around. It hurt her to think she wouldn't be able to handle the distance she had caused, but there was no way to minimize it. Not without it feeling like a lesson rather than natural desire. That's what was missing, the subtlies.
"I'll be there in a minute." Joe called back.
She continued working on the concoction. Finishing with the mixture she leaned against the counter crossing her arms over her chest.
"Joe?"
"Just a minute babe."
"You said that twenty minutes ago." She muttered to herself. Grabbing a chair and pulling it to the counter she began climbing up attempting to keep her skirt in place.
She never wore skirts. The skirt had been an invitation for Joe to make a move. It's how it always had been, she gave him an invitation, he was clueless, she made it obvious and then he made a move. This time she was really regretting the lack of panties idea she had going with this one.
She had forgotten Fin was spending the week with them. He had arrived while she was out. Her plan was that she would go out, pantiless in a skirt, come home and let Joe know what she had been up to. She counted on that jealous streak in him to take over and claim her.
Fin being here had killed that idea.
She placed the dish on the counter and began to plan her descent.
"Need help?"
Aisley looked quickly over her shoulder. Fin was leaning against the counter next to her beer in hand. For a brief second she forgot the thin short material covering her.
"Uhm...can you just move that." Pointing to the dish.
He picked it up and dropped it on the table, returning to his post.
"Anything else you need...help...with?" Fin emphasized the word 'help' with a seductive tone in his voice.
Aisley turned and sat on the counter, the chair had been moved out of the way. She could sense there was something else in his words.
"You know I'm your boy's girl...right?" Aisley straightened her skirt, avoiding the slide off the counter to keep her skirt in place.
"I'm well aware." Fin licked his lips walking over to Aisley.
She knew it was wrong but the rush of heat ran through her body having Fin so close to her. This is what she had intended for Joe, she couldn't stop her body's reaction to him.
Fin's hand slid up her thigh
No comments:
Post a Comment