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her bed. She looks at me over the rim of her glass between sips. When I don’t say anything, she says, “Well?”
“Well?” I repeat.
“What did you think? Did you like it?” Lisette puts the glass down on the nightstand and sits down on the other side of her bed, her gaze frank and curious.
“I guess what I’m asking myself is, ‘Did you like it?’ Honestly, he seemed focused on his prick. Which, I admit, is difficult to ignore.”
“He is a prick,” she says. “Now you know why I’m lukewarm on him.”
We’re quiet for a minute, and I pick at a loose string on the quilt covering her queen-sized bed.
“I thought you’d like seeing us together … you seem to like watching.”
My thoughts are confused. I thought I liked watching, too, being voyeuristic, but now, after watching Tyrell and Lisette, I’m not sure. It would have been better if Tyrell had slowed down, made more of an effort to please Lisette. Because she didn’t seem to get anything out of the experience, I didn’t either. But I’m not sure I can—if I even want —to explain that to Lisette, who’s looking at me expectantly.
“It was a nice thing for you to do,” I say finally. “Thank you. I enjoyed watching. Now maybe I’d better go.”
Lisette studies me for a moment, then gets up off the bed. She walks over and stands in front of me, her thighs brushing my knees. My fingers grip the edge of the mattress as she unties her robe and lets the bodice slip off her shoulders, revealing the tops of her breasts. She’s close enough so that I can see her chest rising and falling with her breathing. So close I can see the goosebumps on her flesh. She’s pulling the robe tight, and staring down at me with her huge green eyes. She’s so goddamn pretty and sexy, standing there like that, my heart starts to pound with anticipation.
“Now that I’ve done something nice for you, maybe you could do something nice for me?” she asks coyly.
I swallow, my throat dry. I croak out a very inelegant, “What?”
“Show me how Tyrell should have made love to me.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I reach my hand out to untie Lisette’s robe, and she lets out a deep sigh and moves closer.
I push the robe open, revealing her abundant breasts, which rise up and down with every breath. I caress the side of her right breast with the back of my fingers, then turn my hand over so it can travel down the curve to her waist. She closes her eyes and takes a short intake of breath.
“I’m sorry I said that thing about breast reduction.” My hand returns to her breast and gently caresses it. “Now that I really see them, they’re pretty spectacular. A lot of girls would kill for boobs like these.”
Lisette’s smile reaches her eyes.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“Really. If you want to know, I couldn’t stop thinking about them … you … this week. When I saw you for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to touch you, to kiss them.”
“Amanda, I wish you would,” she whispers.
I stop my caresses. “There’s one thing,” I say.
“Mm-hmm?”
“I really feel like I have to be in control here. I want to, need to please you. When I see you enjoying yourself, it turns me on. But I don’t need you to try to please me. You don’t have to reciprocate. Does that make sense?”
“Amanda, tell me what to do. Whatever you want. That turns me on, too.”
My pussy is throbbing so hard, I feel like it’s going to explode. Knowing that I have free rein to please Lisette, to show Lisette how she should really be loved, is about the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced in my life. I want to tear into her as she stands before me, offering herself so freely, but I’m no Tyrell. I hope the pleasure for her will be unforgettable if we take our time.
“So your father …?”
“I lied. He’s off at a conference, won’t be back till the weekend. We’re alone.”
We’re alone. It’s the hottest thing any lover has said
“Well?” I repeat.
“What did you think? Did you like it?” Lisette puts the glass down on the nightstand and sits down on the other side of her bed, her gaze frank and curious.
“I guess what I’m asking myself is, ‘Did you like it?’ Honestly, he seemed focused on his prick. Which, I admit, is difficult to ignore.”
“He is a prick,” she says. “Now you know why I’m lukewarm on him.”
We’re quiet for a minute, and I pick at a loose string on the quilt covering her queen-sized bed.
“I thought you’d like seeing us together … you seem to like watching.”
My thoughts are confused. I thought I liked watching, too, being voyeuristic, but now, after watching Tyrell and Lisette, I’m not sure. It would have been better if Tyrell had slowed down, made more of an effort to please Lisette. Because she didn’t seem to get anything out of the experience, I didn’t either. But I’m not sure I can—if I even want —to explain that to Lisette, who’s looking at me expectantly.
“It was a nice thing for you to do,” I say finally. “Thank you. I enjoyed watching. Now maybe I’d better go.”
Lisette studies me for a moment, then gets up off the bed. She walks over and stands in front of me, her thighs brushing my knees. My fingers grip the edge of the mattress as she unties her robe and lets the bodice slip off her shoulders, revealing the tops of her breasts. She’s close enough so that I can see her chest rising and falling with her breathing. So close I can see the goosebumps on her flesh. She’s pulling the robe tight, and staring down at me with her huge green eyes. She’s so goddamn pretty and sexy, standing there like that, my heart starts to pound with anticipation.
“Now that I’ve done something nice for you, maybe you could do something nice for me?” she asks coyly.
I swallow, my throat dry. I croak out a very inelegant, “What?”
“Show me how Tyrell should have made love to me.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I reach my hand out to untie Lisette’s robe, and she lets out a deep sigh and moves closer.
I push the robe open, revealing her abundant breasts, which rise up and down with every breath. I caress the side of her right breast with the back of my fingers, then turn my hand over so it can travel down the curve to her waist. She closes her eyes and takes a short intake of breath.
“I’m sorry I said that thing about breast reduction.” My hand returns to her breast and gently caresses it. “Now that I really see them, they’re pretty spectacular. A lot of girls would kill for boobs like these.”
Lisette’s smile reaches her eyes.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“Really. If you want to know, I couldn’t stop thinking about them … you … this week. When I saw you for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to touch you, to kiss them.”
“Amanda, I wish you would,” she whispers.
I stop my caresses. “There’s one thing,” I say.
“Mm-hmm?”
“I really feel like I have to be in control here. I want to, need to please you. When I see you enjoying yourself, it turns me on. But I don’t need you to try to please me. You don’t have to reciprocate. Does that make sense?”
“Amanda, tell me what to do. Whatever you want. That turns me on, too.”
My pussy is throbbing so hard, I feel like it’s going to explode. Knowing that I have free rein to please Lisette, to show Lisette how she should really be loved, is about the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced in my life. I want to tear into her as she stands before me, offering herself so freely, but I’m no Tyrell. I hope the pleasure for her will be unforgettable if we take our time.
“So your father …?”
“I lied. He’s off at a conference, won’t be back till the weekend. We’re alone.”
We’re alone. It’s the hottest thing any lover has said
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