Corey has decided to take gloomy all the way to desolate.
“My grandmother is dead, too. She raised me, but she passed away when I was fifteen. Left me on my own, so I had to live on the streets.”
Shit, I thought my story was sad, but he’s just one-upped me. Not in competitive way, of course. Neither of us wants to be the victor in this conversation.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Corey. I guess we’ve both lost our anchors.”
“Let’s get going.” His tone changes abruptly, and he claps his hands together and heads for the door. “We’ve got a love party to get to.”
He’s more eager to do this thing than I am, and I can’t really blame him. He’s got nothing at stake. Any guy would probably jump at the chance he’s been given, to be the new guy in town and have free, no-strings pussy dropped right into his lap. But it’s different from my point of view, because I’m not a stranger. Even though Christina and I aren’t exactly serious, and I’m seriously considering breaking up with her, I can’t help but feel that this is a little like cheating. Maybe a lot like cheating.
*****
Christina is waiting for us in nothing but the expensive red baby doll nightie I bought her and the red heels from the Christmas party. Ever since I told her the shoes give me an instant erection, she wears them all the time. Of course I’m not complaining. Truth be known, I couldn’t give two shits about the nightie. I bought it to compliment the shoes, to encourage her to wear them when I’m visiting.
The gown is sheer lace, and it leaves nothing to the imagination. Since this is the first time Corey is seeing her body, I can’t help but try to read his reaction, but he masks his feelings well.
“Hi,” she says, looking through her lashes from one to the other us and back again, her eyes dancing with mischief. She wraps her arms around my neck before I even get through the door and presses her soft lips against mine.
I lick her lips with the tip of my tongue. “Mmmm… cherry lip gloss.”
“Do you approve?” she asks.
“I don’t know, let me get a better taste.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and worry it with my tongue and teeth, smacking my lips as I pull away. “It’ll do.”
Up to this point, I’ve been more than a little apprehensive, but she’s doing a good job of driving any negative thoughts from my head. I could definitely get used to this style of greeting.
I skim my hand over her lace-clad backside and squeeze. It’s round and feminine, and my cock stirs behind my scrub pants. I’m already picturing her on her knees, ass in the air, taking every inch of my cock.
When she breaks the kiss, she’s breathing hard, her lips pink and swollen. I’m surprised to discover I’ve got her ass cheek in a punishing grip, and I instantly let go. Guess I’m a little edgy.
From beside me, Corey watches with a mixture of fascination and amusement. “Why don’t you two get a room?”
“Hi, Corey,” she whispers, and suddenly she’s shy. He looks at her like a tiger sizing up his meal, and I’m mystified by my own reaction to it. Somehow, I find it incredibly sexy.
“Aren’t you going to invite us in?” he asks, his tone and expression so dark I barely recognize him as the same guy I’ve been hanging out with for the last forty-eight hours.
“Oh, sorry,” she apologizes with a breathy laugh and steps aside and to let us in.
Candles flicker on every flat surface in the room, and she’s got the place scented differently, with an exotic aroma that reminds me of Morocco.
I take a deep, calming breath. “Smells great, Chris. The candles are a nice touch.”
“I’m glad you like it. I was worried it would be too over the top, you know?”
Corey pushes roughly past us and sits on the sofa, his sprawl taking up almost half of it. “I could really use some sweet tea, Christina.”
“Oh, I’m being a poor hostess, aren’t I?” she asks with a coy twist of her hips.
“My grandmother is dead, too. She raised me, but she passed away when I was fifteen. Left me on my own, so I had to live on the streets.”
Shit, I thought my story was sad, but he’s just one-upped me. Not in competitive way, of course. Neither of us wants to be the victor in this conversation.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Corey. I guess we’ve both lost our anchors.”
“Let’s get going.” His tone changes abruptly, and he claps his hands together and heads for the door. “We’ve got a love party to get to.”
He’s more eager to do this thing than I am, and I can’t really blame him. He’s got nothing at stake. Any guy would probably jump at the chance he’s been given, to be the new guy in town and have free, no-strings pussy dropped right into his lap. But it’s different from my point of view, because I’m not a stranger. Even though Christina and I aren’t exactly serious, and I’m seriously considering breaking up with her, I can’t help but feel that this is a little like cheating. Maybe a lot like cheating.
*****
Christina is waiting for us in nothing but the expensive red baby doll nightie I bought her and the red heels from the Christmas party. Ever since I told her the shoes give me an instant erection, she wears them all the time. Of course I’m not complaining. Truth be known, I couldn’t give two shits about the nightie. I bought it to compliment the shoes, to encourage her to wear them when I’m visiting.
The gown is sheer lace, and it leaves nothing to the imagination. Since this is the first time Corey is seeing her body, I can’t help but try to read his reaction, but he masks his feelings well.
“Hi,” she says, looking through her lashes from one to the other us and back again, her eyes dancing with mischief. She wraps her arms around my neck before I even get through the door and presses her soft lips against mine.
I lick her lips with the tip of my tongue. “Mmmm… cherry lip gloss.”
“Do you approve?” she asks.
“I don’t know, let me get a better taste.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and worry it with my tongue and teeth, smacking my lips as I pull away. “It’ll do.”
Up to this point, I’ve been more than a little apprehensive, but she’s doing a good job of driving any negative thoughts from my head. I could definitely get used to this style of greeting.
I skim my hand over her lace-clad backside and squeeze. It’s round and feminine, and my cock stirs behind my scrub pants. I’m already picturing her on her knees, ass in the air, taking every inch of my cock.
When she breaks the kiss, she’s breathing hard, her lips pink and swollen. I’m surprised to discover I’ve got her ass cheek in a punishing grip, and I instantly let go. Guess I’m a little edgy.
From beside me, Corey watches with a mixture of fascination and amusement. “Why don’t you two get a room?”
“Hi, Corey,” she whispers, and suddenly she’s shy. He looks at her like a tiger sizing up his meal, and I’m mystified by my own reaction to it. Somehow, I find it incredibly sexy.
“Aren’t you going to invite us in?” he asks, his tone and expression so dark I barely recognize him as the same guy I’ve been hanging out with for the last forty-eight hours.
“Oh, sorry,” she apologizes with a breathy laugh and steps aside and to let us in.
Candles flicker on every flat surface in the room, and she’s got the place scented differently, with an exotic aroma that reminds me of Morocco.
I take a deep, calming breath. “Smells great, Chris. The candles are a nice touch.”
“I’m glad you like it. I was worried it would be too over the top, you know?”
Corey pushes roughly past us and sits on the sofa, his sprawl taking up almost half of it. “I could really use some sweet tea, Christina.”
“Oh, I’m being a poor hostess, aren’t I?” she asks with a coy twist of her hips.
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