relief pass through my lips. Bree ropes her arms around my waist. “You okay?”
“I am now. How did you get him to get her out of here?” I ask.
Eric chimes in with a grin, “It was great, man. She was as calm as a cucumber. Bree walks right up to him and says, ‘Dude, your girl is causing a scene. I’m sure you don’t want the cops showing up and raiding the place and searching you. So, get her the fuck out of here.’ He just eyed her up and down and excused himself.”
“Hmm. You said ‘fuck’ huh?” I tease.
“Yep. I’m starting to really like that word,” Bree laughs.
Eric starts to pull me away from Bree, yet again. I have one more set before I can be with her. “Baby, you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, we’ll talk later.”
I hate that shit. When a girl says that we need to talk later, it’s never good. I’m afraid the drama with Amy is too much for Bree. I can’t have that. I really can’t.
I finish my set and find Bree in my room. She’s laying on my bed curled up in a fetal position. We don’t speak to each other. She just watches me take my shirt off as I use it to wipe the sweat off of me.
I open my drawer to get another shirt but she stops me. “Don’t. Leave your shirt off.”
“Kay,” I whisper. “You didn’t watch the rest of the set.”
“Sorry. Everyone was looking at me and whispering so I hid in your room. I hope you don’t mind,” she flips herself onto her back and puts her hands behind her head.
“Baby, you can come in my room any time you want.”
“Do you have a pair of boxers I can borrow?”
I hand her a pair of boxer shorts. Her hands move from behind her head and travel down her body until she reaches the button of her jeans…right below her belly button. Slowly, she unbuttons her pants and slides the zipper down without breaking eye contact with me.
“You, umm, need some help?”
Her grin tells me that I’m fucked. “Nope.” Bree lifts her bottom and slides the jeans down to her knees exposing her red lacy underwear. As she finagles the rest of the material down to her ankles, I get a glimpse of exposed flesh peeking from her underwear. Finally, she painfully moves the jeans completely from her body.
For a moment, she lays there still looking at me. She picks up the boxers next to her preparing to put them on. “Don’t. Leave the boxers off,” I say with anticipation.
“Kay,” she whispers. “But, only if you leave yours off too.”
Fuck me. My hands reach for my belt buckle. But, she stops me again. She sits up on my bed and I am standing above her. Bree reaches for my belt buckle as I look down at her and she looks up at me. My belt buckle falls open as she undoes the strap. Still looking at me, she slowly takes my zipper and pulls it down.
I’m at full attention. Rock hard. Bree hasn’t even touched me. Yet. My jeans fall to the ground. She smirks, “Wow. Always so willing. Isn’t that what you said to me one time?”
Yes. I’m willing. I’m putty in her hands. She’s got me right where I want to be. “Smart ass,” I joke. Her head is directly in front of my dick and I am having a real hard time, no pun intended, concentrating.
Her hands reach for the rim of my boxers. Once she makes contact, my breath hitches. I help her slide my boxers down. Now, I’m completely exposed. She leans her head forward and takes me in her mouth. Shit. This is not how I imagined it going down. But, damn, her mouth is so fucking warm and inviting.
She takes me deeper and deeper in her heated mouth and I’m slowly but surely losing it. Her tongue slides back towards my head attentively licking in a swirling motion. “Fuck. Bree. You have to stop. Now. Please.” I beg.
Her mouth abruptly leaves me. Her eyes are hooded with
“I am now. How did you get him to get her out of here?” I ask.
Eric chimes in with a grin, “It was great, man. She was as calm as a cucumber. Bree walks right up to him and says, ‘Dude, your girl is causing a scene. I’m sure you don’t want the cops showing up and raiding the place and searching you. So, get her the fuck out of here.’ He just eyed her up and down and excused himself.”
“Hmm. You said ‘fuck’ huh?” I tease.
“Yep. I’m starting to really like that word,” Bree laughs.
Eric starts to pull me away from Bree, yet again. I have one more set before I can be with her. “Baby, you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, we’ll talk later.”
I hate that shit. When a girl says that we need to talk later, it’s never good. I’m afraid the drama with Amy is too much for Bree. I can’t have that. I really can’t.
I finish my set and find Bree in my room. She’s laying on my bed curled up in a fetal position. We don’t speak to each other. She just watches me take my shirt off as I use it to wipe the sweat off of me.
I open my drawer to get another shirt but she stops me. “Don’t. Leave your shirt off.”
“Kay,” I whisper. “You didn’t watch the rest of the set.”
“Sorry. Everyone was looking at me and whispering so I hid in your room. I hope you don’t mind,” she flips herself onto her back and puts her hands behind her head.
“Baby, you can come in my room any time you want.”
“Do you have a pair of boxers I can borrow?”
I hand her a pair of boxer shorts. Her hands move from behind her head and travel down her body until she reaches the button of her jeans…right below her belly button. Slowly, she unbuttons her pants and slides the zipper down without breaking eye contact with me.
“You, umm, need some help?”
Her grin tells me that I’m fucked. “Nope.” Bree lifts her bottom and slides the jeans down to her knees exposing her red lacy underwear. As she finagles the rest of the material down to her ankles, I get a glimpse of exposed flesh peeking from her underwear. Finally, she painfully moves the jeans completely from her body.
For a moment, she lays there still looking at me. She picks up the boxers next to her preparing to put them on. “Don’t. Leave the boxers off,” I say with anticipation.
“Kay,” she whispers. “But, only if you leave yours off too.”
Fuck me. My hands reach for my belt buckle. But, she stops me again. She sits up on my bed and I am standing above her. Bree reaches for my belt buckle as I look down at her and she looks up at me. My belt buckle falls open as she undoes the strap. Still looking at me, she slowly takes my zipper and pulls it down.
I’m at full attention. Rock hard. Bree hasn’t even touched me. Yet. My jeans fall to the ground. She smirks, “Wow. Always so willing. Isn’t that what you said to me one time?”
Yes. I’m willing. I’m putty in her hands. She’s got me right where I want to be. “Smart ass,” I joke. Her head is directly in front of my dick and I am having a real hard time, no pun intended, concentrating.
Her hands reach for the rim of my boxers. Once she makes contact, my breath hitches. I help her slide my boxers down. Now, I’m completely exposed. She leans her head forward and takes me in her mouth. Shit. This is not how I imagined it going down. But, damn, her mouth is so fucking warm and inviting.
She takes me deeper and deeper in her heated mouth and I’m slowly but surely losing it. Her tongue slides back towards my head attentively licking in a swirling motion. “Fuck. Bree. You have to stop. Now. Please.” I beg.
Her mouth abruptly leaves me. Her eyes are hooded with
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