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Chapter 6: An Exhibitionist Tale
In the time it took me from when I put my phone down in Amanda’s office to the time it took to get home, my phone had blown up. Texts from Justine, a couple of calls and a voicemail from an unknown number. I read the multiple texts first that were spaced over the course of an hour or so:
*Are U standing me up for dinner???? -half frown emoji-
*Grant got stuck in Denver and I made dinner for 3 besides, we’ve got a lot of shit to work through and I don’t think fucking you right now is going to solve any of it. This was beyond hot for me and I’m pretty sure you got as much out of it as I did.”
All of a sudden she looked unconfident and self-conscious as she started to take off the panties.
“I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry I’m wearing these in front of you,” said softly as she looked down at the underwear.
“You gebze escort wear them. She gave them to you,” I reassured her.
She bent over with her shapely ass three quarters towards me and grabbed her black panties from the floor and tossed them to me.
“You keep these then,” she said with a wink.
I smiled at her and wearily said, “I’m drained, in more ways than one, and about ready to pass out. Let me walk you home.”
I looked at the clock. “Wow, when did it get past midnight? You can pass out here in the guest bed here if you want to.”
She laughed, “I can make it home just fine, it’s just around the corner. But you know I’m happy to stay and play? Do you remember the first time I watched you take pictures? I’m glad I got to be the subject this time and not the assistant. You’re still sending me away in the end though,” she gümüşhane escort said with a smirk.
I gave her a disapproving look.
“OK, I’m going. Look at you, making me do the walk of shame home!” she said and, she started to dress.
“Your dinner is there if you’re hungry,” she said pointing to the tin foiled plate as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head.
“Don’t think I’m letting you get away with bailing on me for dinner. You still owe me and Sienna.”
She caught me off guard as she was now fully dressed, and came right over to me kissing me full-on with her tongue darting into my mouth. It ended as abruptly as it started and went right into a hug.
She got on her tiptoes and squeezed me tight while whispering in my ear, “Jenn told me you didn’t mind kissing her afterward and that this was your weakness.”
She izmir escort started to nibble on my ear. That was a particular spot Jenn would get me going with.
“She told me other things too,” she said as she continued whispering into my ear.
She broke the embrace and had a huge smile as she stepped back. I was stunned. How many intimate details did Justine know? I turned and headed out the door. As I walked her back to her house in stunned silence, I was left to ponder all of these questions.
“We’ll catch up tomorrow. Come over whenever,” she said in a very relaxed tone.
She turned and gave me a peck on the cheek, bounced up the steps and opened her front door.
“You know, you can come and tuck me in,” she said with a wicked grin as she turned towards me in the doorway. I smiled and nodded my head side to side.
The walk back home was a blur. I stumbled back into the house and locked the door, thinking little good that would do me with Justine having the key. I shut off the lights and crawled into bed thinking back to the pictures I took of Jenn just before our wedding as I drifted off to sleep.
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