Jason, so she could return any minute.
“Caught up with what? Who are you with? Chelsea is here, by the way,” Ryan said.
I hated that he was so inquisitive, especially now that he was connecting me with Chelsea. I really didn’t want to hear that right now.
“You know Chelsea and I aren’t together, right?”
“Yeah, I know, man. Just sayin’, if you want an easy lay…she’s here.”
“Not an easy lay anymore,” I said with a grin. “My stepsister made damn sure of that. She told her I sleepwalk and murder people while doing so.”
“Wait…is that why Chelsea looked kinda frightened when I told her you might be dropping by tonight?”
“Probably. Either way, she’s out of the picture for good, so thank fuck for that.”
Ryan snorted with laughter. “Your stepsister sounds hilarious. Anyway, who are you hanging out with right now? Her?”
“Nah. Just an old friend who’s come into town,” I lied, reclining on Sasha’s bed. The cream-colored bedspread had a gold brocade pattern along the edges, and I felt a twinge of sadness as I remembered where it came from. My Mom had picked it out years ago, back when she and my father had been thinking about having another baby. She’d really wanted a girl, so she’d gone and bought a few girly-looking bedroom things in case her wish was granted.
At least they were being used now. That was some small comfort to me. Plus, I was sure my Mom would’ve liked Sasha, and wherever she was now, she’d be happy that the room she’d started decorating was finally being used by a girl like her.
I ended the call with Ryan and switched on the lamp that sat on the bedside table. I didn’t let Ryan’s mention of Chelsea sour my mood, because what I had up my sleeve for tonight was way more thrilling than hanging out at a party which was bound to be the same as every other one; filled with booze, girls and trashy one-night stands. For once I didn’t want any of those.
What I truly wanted was Sasha.
The memory of the way her full tits had bounced under her tank top today, and the way her perky ass filled her cut-off jeans so sexily made my dick stir in my pants before standing to attention. I reached down into my pants and began slowly stroking myself, groaning as I closed my eyes and imagined Sasha totally naked, and just as I was picturing her moaning and grinding on my cock, I heard the sound of a car engine outside.
They were here.
Earlier, Sasha had mentioned the possibility of inviting Jason in to watch a movie, so I was quite sure they’d both be coming inside. Besides, even if she didn’t ask him in, I knew exactly what Jason was like, and I was willing to bet a million dollars that he’d have wormed his way into Sasha’s affections enough to get inside some other way. After that, he’d try putting the moves on her, and there was no way I wanted her sleeping with a prick like that.
I got up and rushed towards the window, peeking through the curtains. Yep, it was Jason’s car. Sasha stepped out a moment later, and in her skintight black jeans and beige jacket, she looked drop-dead gorgeous. Jason got out of the car too, and I heard him saying something along the lines of, ‘ You should’ve let me open the door for you.’
Oh, what a perfect gentleman.
I wondered if he also opened the door for girls when he was kicking them out after a one-night stand. Probably not.
He walked over to Sasha with a charming smile plastered on his face, and I wondered if he was going to kiss her. My fingers curled into a tight fist and my face hardened. I didn’t like Sasha being so close to him, and I definitely didn’t like the idea of her kissing him. I wondered if she would even want to kiss him if she knew those lips of his had been on almost every sorority girl on campus at one point.
Sasha gave him a shy smile of her own, and then I heard him inviting himself in for ‘a tour of the house’.
Wow. Subtle, Jason.
Sasha looked nervous for a second but
“Caught up with what? Who are you with? Chelsea is here, by the way,” Ryan said.
I hated that he was so inquisitive, especially now that he was connecting me with Chelsea. I really didn’t want to hear that right now.
“You know Chelsea and I aren’t together, right?”
“Yeah, I know, man. Just sayin’, if you want an easy lay…she’s here.”
“Not an easy lay anymore,” I said with a grin. “My stepsister made damn sure of that. She told her I sleepwalk and murder people while doing so.”
“Wait…is that why Chelsea looked kinda frightened when I told her you might be dropping by tonight?”
“Probably. Either way, she’s out of the picture for good, so thank fuck for that.”
Ryan snorted with laughter. “Your stepsister sounds hilarious. Anyway, who are you hanging out with right now? Her?”
“Nah. Just an old friend who’s come into town,” I lied, reclining on Sasha’s bed. The cream-colored bedspread had a gold brocade pattern along the edges, and I felt a twinge of sadness as I remembered where it came from. My Mom had picked it out years ago, back when she and my father had been thinking about having another baby. She’d really wanted a girl, so she’d gone and bought a few girly-looking bedroom things in case her wish was granted.
At least they were being used now. That was some small comfort to me. Plus, I was sure my Mom would’ve liked Sasha, and wherever she was now, she’d be happy that the room she’d started decorating was finally being used by a girl like her.
I ended the call with Ryan and switched on the lamp that sat on the bedside table. I didn’t let Ryan’s mention of Chelsea sour my mood, because what I had up my sleeve for tonight was way more thrilling than hanging out at a party which was bound to be the same as every other one; filled with booze, girls and trashy one-night stands. For once I didn’t want any of those.
What I truly wanted was Sasha.
The memory of the way her full tits had bounced under her tank top today, and the way her perky ass filled her cut-off jeans so sexily made my dick stir in my pants before standing to attention. I reached down into my pants and began slowly stroking myself, groaning as I closed my eyes and imagined Sasha totally naked, and just as I was picturing her moaning and grinding on my cock, I heard the sound of a car engine outside.
They were here.
Earlier, Sasha had mentioned the possibility of inviting Jason in to watch a movie, so I was quite sure they’d both be coming inside. Besides, even if she didn’t ask him in, I knew exactly what Jason was like, and I was willing to bet a million dollars that he’d have wormed his way into Sasha’s affections enough to get inside some other way. After that, he’d try putting the moves on her, and there was no way I wanted her sleeping with a prick like that.
I got up and rushed towards the window, peeking through the curtains. Yep, it was Jason’s car. Sasha stepped out a moment later, and in her skintight black jeans and beige jacket, she looked drop-dead gorgeous. Jason got out of the car too, and I heard him saying something along the lines of, ‘ You should’ve let me open the door for you.’
Oh, what a perfect gentleman.
I wondered if he also opened the door for girls when he was kicking them out after a one-night stand. Probably not.
He walked over to Sasha with a charming smile plastered on his face, and I wondered if he was going to kiss her. My fingers curled into a tight fist and my face hardened. I didn’t like Sasha being so close to him, and I definitely didn’t like the idea of her kissing him. I wondered if she would even want to kiss him if she knew those lips of his had been on almost every sorority girl on campus at one point.
Sasha gave him a shy smile of her own, and then I heard him inviting himself in for ‘a tour of the house’.
Wow. Subtle, Jason.
Sasha looked nervous for a second but
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