“Get the fuck out!” I yelled at her. I was in no mood for games right now.
“Oh now, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” She was already leaving, but her gaze was constantly over her shoulder looking at me, “By the way, you look good wearing nothing.”
When she disappeared around the doorway my heart was still racing, what the fucking Christ was she doing? In my panicked hysteria I hadn’t realized that I wasn’t even covering my junk. She had a full view of my body and her eyes never left it.
I quickly put on all of my clothes and marched into the living room and to my surprise, she wasn’t there. Fuck it! I decided I would just sit back on the sofa and relax for a moment. As I sunk down into the cushions I could feel shocks erupt through my body like I was doing something I shouldn’t. Shaking off this feeling, I turned on the TV.
Lo and behold, there it was! A working signal on the TV. My immature mind at the time thought this was great, it would be the fix to all of my problems. We could just watch TV for the rest of the weekend. As per usual, my immature mind was wrong. Dead wrong.
“Hey there! Whatcha watching?” Her cheerful voice rung out.
Oh god dammit, I hadn’t even noticed her sneaking up. She sat down right next to me, hips touching. I could feel my blood boiling, why was she acting like this? Better question, why the hell was it affecting me so harshly? She had always had this kind of attitude when she was playing around.
“Why are you acting like nothing happened?” I turned to face her, her smile was gone. She just looked confused.
“Oh, I just thought it’d be funny to surprise you when you got out of the shower. I’m sorry, Sweetie.”
Her tone of voice, there was something off about it. It was like she was mocking me, but at the same time, not.
“And what about last night?”
I started to sound more desperate, I needed a valid answer. She was avoiding my question before and I needed to know.
“What? You mean this?”
She grabbed me by the back of my hand and dragged me to face her, completing the connection with her lips. I thought I had been furious at her, but it was then that I realized I hadn’t been mad, just in dire need of her touch.
An elated sigh erupted from her mouth when I put my hands on her waist, she knew I was accepting this. This got me pretty touchy-feely over her, as I moved my hands all around her body with no real purpose. Eventually she grabbed one of my hands and guided it to her breasts.
Now I’m not one to exaggerate, but know this, when she guided me to her bra-less chest, I almost came. Her breasts were so soft, yet they held their place high on her chest, I couldn’t stop fondling them. Each squeeze and push made her nipples harder, making them highly evident against my palms.
I very slowly pulled my hands from her breasts, closing in my fingers until I reached her nipples. Stopping my motion, I gently pinched her little nub between my index finger and my thumb, pulling slightly before letting go and repeating. Each tug caused a slight moan to come forth out of her.