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“Go on then,” she encourages, looking down at herself.
“Uh…” I stutter like a preteen boy staring at his first pair of real tits. My tongue sneaks out, wetting my lips as I prepare to do… something.
She laughs again, the sound wraps around me like a warm blanket.
“I’m assuming that’s a bowl of salt water that JD sent you up with,” she teases.
“Uh… yeah. He was going to… and I…”
“Well, go on then,” she says, thrusting her tits toward me.
“Jesus, Doll,” I mutter.
“Cotton is under the sink.”
“Y-yeah, great. Thanks.”
After soaking a ball in the warm liquid, I step closer, my eyes locked on my prize, my dick aching in my pants once again.
“Do they hurt?” I ask, gently dabbing her tender skin.
“Not really,” she murmurs, watching my every move. “Really sensitive though. But I guess you already know that.”
I don’t respond, I just keep working. Probably for a lot longer than necessary, but JD is right, we don’t want them getting infected. That would be really, really bad on many levels.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, after a long silence where I do nothing but shamelessly stare at her rack.
I know I should probably say yes. What happened downstairs was huge. But right now, I’m happy to ignore the heavy shit in favor of just being with her again, even if the dynamic has totally changed.
A slamming door downstairs stops me from answering and instead, I drop the ball of cotton into the bowl and stand to full height again.
“You must be hungry.” I need to find some level footing.
Her eyes drop down my body, lingering at the tent I’m rocking.
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and drags it through her teeth.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Get dressed and I’ll see what I can find.”
“Or you could get un—”
“Damn,” JD curses when he shamelessly storms in. “I was hoping to walk in on something a little more exciting than this.”
“Well done for knocking, asshole,” I mutter.
He waves me off as Alana reaches for the towel and wraps it around herself again.
“Boo,” JD complains with a pout.
“What have I told you about trying to be cute?” she teases.
“You love it.”
His words make my heart beat faster.
Does she?
