The Bad Girls Club
Copyright© 2012 by lametoad
Chapter 7: The Next Best Thing
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Next Best Thing - Jerry's problem is simple. He's a romantic who has a thing for bad girls. Some characters from the No Strings Challenge appear.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Oral Sex Prostitution
I wanted to call Emily back, but I was too upset. First, it had been almost a year since Emily and I had any contact; her right to be upset about anything I did had expired. Second, how did she know about Lana and how did she know so fast?
Two possibilities sprang to mind, both disturbing. An obsessive Emily could be monitoring me electronically. She’d gone to a college where there were plenty of IT students anxious to do a favor for a pretty girl. I checked her photo for hidden mics or cameras. Of course, even though I was an IT guy, I --as a software guy-- knew spyware but surprisingly little about spying hardware other than scary online stories about microwave ovens being turned into microphones. Emily surely had better things to do than to monitor me: as Lana pointed out, Emily could get any guy she wanted.
Lana was more likely. As soon as she’d gotten back in her own car with my ejaculate still on her face, she might have texted, phoned, or, uh, FaceTimed Emily to notify her long-ago rival of her conquest. The truth was that I felt no anger at Lana; I preferred to be mad at Emily.Yes, I was aware that I’d never actually had sex with Emily-- to put the matter in Bill Clinton terms.
Lana was impossibly hot and had Tabby level skills in bed, but the only real question was whether our fun together would be a one time thing or a multi-time thing. I had no objection to the latter, but I didn’t see it getting more serious. She clearly didn’t either.
When I politely confronted Lana the next Sunday, she was offended. “High school was a long time ago, even for me! I might have been jealous of Emily, but she’s still my friend. You know, girl code.”
Lana offered to let me check her cell. Big mistake! I should have recognized it as more test than offer. Once I looked, it was too late. Instead of church, Lana went back to her regular threesome with a couple from a nearby town.
A few weeks later, l called Jodie about Cheryl’s apartment deposit. We discussed it briefly then Jodie changed the subject, “Jerry, I haven’t seen Lana or you at church since that Sunday.”
“Church wasn’t for me and Lana found another kind of trinity.”
“Wow, I thought you’d be just her type.”
“What type is that?”
“A rich guy with a big cock.”
I had to smile. “It got a little complicated. Didn’t Lana say anything?”
“I was expecting to see her in church.”
“Oh well.”
“Jerry! I set you up with a twenty-five-year old with 32D’s? I can’t believe that you didn’t call to at least thank me.”
“Jodie, I’m sorry. It just...”
“What’s so tricky about being with a girl like Lana? She’s impossibly hot, and should I add highly orgasmic.”
I once would have taken the bait, but I’d gotten better about asking Jodie too many questions.
I then made a questionable choice: I didn’t tell Jodie about all my adventures with Emily, but I told her enough, probably too much. Jodie had always been a good listener and this was no exception, but when I finished she surprised me, “Jerry, this might have been my fault.”
“Your fault? How?”
“I happened to talk to Emily that afternoon.”
“I have several questions about why, but I’m not sure how that gets me from A to B here.”
“First Jerry, I honestly didn’t know about Emily and you until now. My teasing you before wasn’t based on anything beyond her being so cute and your so obviously noticing. Apparently, she’s not just a talented dancer but a very good actress.”
“But, what could you have said about Lana and me?”
Jodie went quiet as if considering how much she should tell me. “Nothing really ... Well, she asked about you. I was a little surprised, because we’ve been divorced for years. I just told her you’d gone to church with me and gave Lana a ride home. I was like, you remember Lana from dance?”
“Hold on! Why lunch together?”
“She was at her mom’s and she wanted to talk to me about something. I assumed it had something to do with Liv. We used to be close.”
“Did I know that?”
“We chaperoned road trips for Cheryl’s dance group with her.”
The mature Emily did look a lot like Liv. It was just that a good dad had to pretend to not notice a hot single mom. “Sort of?”
“Bullshit, you ogled that perfect ass a couple dozen times.”
“So How is Liv these days?”
Jodie laughed, “She’s single and says she’s sworn off musicians.”
“My life is complicated enough.”
Jodie laughed louder. “A couple years ago, I thought about seeing if you wanted her number. I’m less sure about how well you’d do as her son-in-law.”
Ouch!
“Liv and I even talked about doing a threesome with you.”
Images of Liv on her knees, perfect ass facing my very erect penis and Jodie on her back with her magic tongue poised at their junction flew past. Let’s just say the fantasy didn’t always include Jodie.
“I was feeling bad about something and wanted to make it up to you. I told Liv. She said I should give you a threesome ... Naturally...”
“Wow!”
“Jerry, before you get carried away, Liv said ‘no’.”
“Was she dating someone?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if she were. She ... well ... you were too old for her taste.”
“Ow!”
“I guess you’ve now shown her.”
Jodie’s giggle became a laugh as mine joined hers.
“Back to your original question, Emily actually wants to quit dance and didn’t know how to tell Liv.”
“I had no idea.”
“Dancing’s a tough way to make a living whether it’s Broadway or on a pole.”
Did Jodie know Emily had done the latter?
“She’s so talented and just getting started.”
“She was bummed about New York so she came home for a few days. I gathered her personal life had hit a bump too. No idea you were the bump.”
“Was Lana ever in our daughter’s dance group?”
“Rival studio a couple towns away. The stars knew each from competitions. Cheryl was never at their level, and I kept her away from the girl wars.”
Jodie was a better mother than I was a father.
“I may have mentioned that Lana asked if you could give her a ride.”
“So?”
“Think about it, Jerry.”
I thought and shrugged.
“Emily’s eyes, already big enough, went huge and she blushed as soon as I said it. It was subtle, but you remember I used to be in sales.”
“I take it the two had a rivalry.”
“They were the two best dancers on this end of the state and both matured early. Even in middle school, whenever one of them had a solo, the dads and brothers would suddenly pay attention.”
“I guess we men are naturally creepy.”
“Jerry, despite this cancel stuff, I don’t think just looking or even staring is creepy. I never minded.”
I remembered the tiny bikinis Jodie would wear when we hosted pool parties. Having all the other husbands and some of the wives checking her out turned me on, at least until I learned some weren’t just looking.
“Think of it this way, Jerry.You got to live out the fantasy of every dance dad in six counties.”
For several seconds, silence...
“Jerry, if you like the girl and she likes you, you ought to at least give it a chance. You’re not getting younger.”
Knowing that neither Emily or Lana had invaded my privacy should have made me feel better, but I found myself disappointed. That angry text and Jodie’s story made it clear that Emily was still attached enough to be jealous.
I called Lana to apologize. After she wouldn’t answer, I wrote her a multi-paragraph text. Her reply was brief: “Jerry, I appreciate the apology. I’ve realized that you’re maybe too old for me anyway. It was fun though.”
After that, “blocked.” No threesome with Lana and Emily, in this dance dad’s lifetime.
A week later, I texted Emily. “I miss you.”
When the phone rang at eight a.m., I was so anxious I didn’t bother to check the caller number. “Finally!”
Said as if it had one syllable.
“I could have been one of your clients.”
“Sorry, Jodie! I thought you were...”
“Emily?”
“Pathetic. I know.”
“I’d give you advice, lovesick ex-husband, but you’re not going to listen anyway.”
We now communicated better than when married. Still, our relationship may have changed for the better, but we hadn’t. Jodie was her nymphomaniac self and I was a hopeless romantic pining for our daughter’s friend.
Days later, I got a text. “Jodie said we should talk.”
I phoned immediately. As soon as Emily answered, I blurted, “Sorry about Lana.”
She didn’t answer at first then said,”Given the chance, is there any man who’s not going to fuck Lana?”
“Well... ‘‘
“Don’t you dare answer that!”
“I was about to say that the same could be said about you. I always thought you were the better dancer.”
“Liar! But thanks.”
“Emily, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have done anything with Lana.”
Emily sighed. “It wouldn’t have upset me as much, if you’d fucked me before you dumped me.”
“Wait, what?”
“You came all the way to Pittsburgh to see “Chorus Line”, then you scheduled time with a hooker after seeing me backstage and going “Hi and bye, then you fuck Darcy right in front of me. Now, you fuck Lana.”
Everything Emily said did happen, but not quite that way. My voice got more assertive, “Did Lana tell you that I still have a picture of you on my bedroom dresser? You didn’t mention that the hooker that Darcy sent turned out to be you.”
“Could you say that part again?”
“The hooker part?”
“The dresser part.”
Emily’s voice softened, “How was Lana?”
“No match for you.”
The women in my life kept wanting me to compare their bedroom skills.
“I don’t have Lana’s picture in my bedroom.”
“But she’s actually been in your bedroom.”
Lana’s black bikini still lay at the bottom of one of my bureau drawers.
“Emily, can we maybe talk about something else?”
“Like how you keep fucking my dance friends and never fucked me?”
“So you want to know if Lana was better in bed than Darcy?”
Emily giggled. “I don’t need to ask; I was Lana’s first.”
I was starting to wonder how many of the same women we’d been with. There were Darcy and Lana for sure. Some of Tabby’s Treasures seemed distinct possibilities including Tabby herself. I didn’t dare ask about Jodie.
“We shared a hotel room while out of state for competitions. It helped the nerves.”
Emily had clearly mastered the long tease.Tabby had once told me that most men make the mistake of thinking sex happens in isolation. Beyond a certain level of skill, the physical aspects just weren’t all that different. The real art came from the lead up and aftermath. Make the man want you, yet not completely confident that anything would really happen or happen again. Tabby taught it to all her Treasures, though, until Emily, no one came close to outperforming the boss.
“Jodie maybe told you I’m probably coming home for a while.”
“She said you’re thinking about quitting dance.”
“If it were just about my dancing, I could handle it, but it’s the “You’re too short to be in the chorus. You’re too sexy and the lead doesn’t want you taking the focus off her. Have dinner with me at my hotel and we can discuss your future. I even started doing auditions in sweatshirt and no makeup, then it became you don’t stand out enough.”
“Maybe they’re just saying you were meant to be a lead.”
“Jerry. I can’t sing and I’m only an okay actress. I’m just a dancer. It feels like the firepole variety is the only one where everyone wanted me. It didn’t help that Darcy kept getting callbacks.”
“I would have thought she might have the same problems, except the too short part.”
“Darcy has this elegance with her line. I draw more attention to my body than the way my body moves.It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it did make for lots of Weinstein callbacks.”
“Emily, you’ve got the talent! Don’t give up early.”
“I could come home and bikini-wrestle in a vat of jello?”
“You’ve talked to Lana.”
“She says you’re hung up on me.”
“Cheryl would have to find out.”
“We could figure out a lot without my being your date for Thanksgiving at Jodie’s. Who’s the one giving up too early here?”
My voice slowed, “I hate the way it feels.”
“You might be assuming too much about Cheryl’s reaction.”
“Hi Cheryl, I’ve been fucking your friend Emily?”
“How about, I know it’s weird, but your Dad’s always made me feel special. I’ve never felt so beautiful, capable, or wanted the way I do when I’m anywhere near him?”
We talked until my phone battery ran out. I convinced Emily to do at least one more round of auditions in New York. After that, we’d figure out what to do and where to live. Jodie, ever helpful, recommended a house sitter.
When the doorbell rang, a slender young woman stood on my doorstep with two roller bags. In heels, my housesitter was easily my height. I was greeted by a mesmerizing smile and very direct eye contact. Have I mentioned being a sucker for green eyes? Avery was going to be a threat to my sanity.
After a quick tour of the house, we settled in by the pool.
“Such a beautiful day! You sure you want to go to New York?”
“I’m not going for the weather. It looked like an early spring, so I took the pool cover off.”
“Definitely appreciated. My family had a pool. I can take care of it.”
“No need to worry. I have a service.”
“Cool, I can play out my pool boy fantasy.”
She winked. I was surprised Avery made a sexual joke so soon. Was I simply old enough to be safe?
“Think sweaty man shaped like a Teletubby.”
“Guess I’ll have to settle for the pizza delivery guy or UPS? Are you expecting a package?”
As she said it, Avery appeared to be checking mine out. A mischievous smile followed. This young lady was a five star flirt.
“As long as you change the sheets and towels before I come back, the house is yours to enjoy with whomever however. No parties though.”
Avery’s face lit up irresistibly. This young woman could get away with anything. I offered her a drink.She asked for iced tea.
“Are you sure? I’ve got a great bottle of white already chilled.”
“Iced tea is fine, not much of a drinker.” She crossed her legs. She seemed to be all legs. As I looked up, it was clear she’d caught me staring.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to...,” I stammered.
“It’s okay. Definitely not the first time, hopefully not the last.”
New York was far from my mind.
“Okay, if I take a few minutes to change out of these travel clothes? Also need to call my boyfriend.”
Emily was waiting. What was I thinking? What was Avery thinking?
The answer got more intriguing when Avery returned in a pink bikini. Below her relatively modest cover up, Avery’s legs looked longer. Her dirty blonde hair bounced on her shoulders. She touched her toes to stretch, revealing her shelf of a butt.
“I hope you don’t mind, but after two flights and a rideshare, I couldn’t stop thinking about your pool. Boyfriend says I’m too impulsive.”
“I was married to Jodie for years; I must like impulsive.”
“You did divorce though?”
I gestured towards the deep end. Avery pulled off her coverup and tossed it in my direction. She jumped in feet first. Her form was so awkward I worried until her head broke the surface followed by a gleeful shriek. “Just what I needed!”
She adjusted one of the straps of her top then dove in again. Avery came out of the pool. I handed her a towel. After drying herself and squeezing out her hair, she took a sip of iced tea then toasted. “I hope you have as great a time in New York as I will staying here.”
Her green eyes twinkled as we clinked glasses.
“You know, if your boyfriend wants to come stay, it’s okay.”
“That’s very kind, but he’s helping his mother fix up her house.”
“Pretty nice son there.”
“He’s a great guy.”
I sensed a ‘but’.
“Jodie speaks highly of you. We all say it seems like she regrets the divorce.”
“I think we’ve learned that we do better as friends and parents.”
Avery tossed back her hair then stroked the length of her tall glass of iced tea. “I wish my parents could have been like that.”
“Jodie deserves most of the credit. She’s a great mom and she insists on talking things through.”
“She’s also pretty hot.”
“True.”
“Oh god! I’m making you uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine. I’m enjoying getting beyond small talk. I do agree about Jodie.”
“I gather that was part of the problem.”
I laughed. “How much did she tell you?”
“You really caught her with two of your friends?”
Geez! Why did Jodie tell her that?
“Not my favorite marital memory. Aroused and horrified at the same time ... more than a little awkward.”
“But you stayed friends. Only a really rare guy would manage that.”
“I definitely got mad and it ended two friendships, but, over time, I accepted that it was just part of the way Jodie’s made: she loves sex.”
“I would guess some men consider that more feature than bug.”
“I did for a long time.”
Avery brushed my hand again while absent-mindedly giving her iced tea glass another handjob.
“Time heals and all that,” I murmured.
Avery took a long sip of iced tea, catching an ice cube on her tongue, letting it melt some, biting into it, and swallowing.
“You know chewing ice cubes is supposed to be a sign of sexual frustration.”
Avery put her hands beneath her chin in thinker pose. “Hmmm.”
“Must not be easy being away from your boyfriend.”
I said that last word as softly as possible.
“Well, it’s not like we’ve been away that long yet and I did come prepared for time away, if you know what I mean.”
“If you had to worry about embarrassing moments with airport security, then yes.”
The combination of Avery in pink bikini and the suggestive banter tented my shorts. I pushed my chair closer to the table, forgetting its clear glass top.
Avery glanced down. “I might not be the only ice cube chewer here.”
Her grin betrayed no embarrassment.
“Not the first time it’s happened around you.”
“How sweet!”
“Here’s where I should mention that I’m going to New York to see my girlfriend.”
Avery bit her lower lip and shook her head. “Wow, a guy whose boner didn’t turn him into a liar.”
“Not that I was expecting anything to happen here.”
It was neither a lie nor truth: expecting and hoping weren’t exactly the same thing.
Avery laughed. “I should get dressed.”
“Get dressed and I’ll get more ice cubes for the both of us.”
She headed back to the house: another look at her exquisite wiggling behind.
Time passed. Maybe, she was telling her boyfriend just how creepy she really thought I was. Perhaps, she’d called a rideshare and fled?
No sound of a phone conversation, but I did hear a buzzing from inside the guest room. Electric toothbrush? Were those muffled moans? The image of Avery pleasuring herself turned my software into hardware.
Minutes later, a relaxed-looking Avery reappeared in a pair of tight jeans and a red tank top that showcased her flat stomach and perky B cups. She put a hand on my shoulder. “Jerry, I feel bad. I definitely don’t have to comment on everything I notice.”
I placed my hand atop hers. “It’s fine.You still okay spending the night down the hall from this dirty old man? Your door does have a lock by the way.”
“I was in my bikini and brought up my sex toy collection. I’m the one who crossed the line. Does your door have a lock?”
“I’ve always taken pride in being the kind of guy who could talk about anything with anyone.”
“Jodie mentioned that.”
“Does Jodie really talk about me that much?”
“You’re wondering why Jodie would share this stuff; we’re in an online support group.”
“Wow! Jodie’s never mentioned...”
“The group’s pledged to secrecy. Jodie gave me permission though ... It’s a nymphomania group.”
I sighed. “Definitely makes sense for Jodie. So it’s a twelve-step program?”
“No! Twelve step programs are about stopping. This one’s about enjoying it in an emotionally healthier way. That’s why Jodie gave permission.”
“To talk about it?”
Avery crossed her legs, stifled a giggle, and winked, “Right. Sure.”
“Um. Jodie does know about my girlfriend.”
Avery rolled her shoulders pushing her breasts against her tank top: no bra and perfect nipples. “If you’re not interested it’s completely cool. I’m happy to just house sit. I do have a boyfriend.”
“And he’s okay with...?”
“To be honest, it’s one of the issues the group’s helping with: mismatched desires.”
“Is he gay? If you were my girlfriend, I’d be wanting it three times a day.”
“That’s sort of homophobic, though I guess given your generation. Impressive, though, that you’d perform three times a day.”
Avery lightly kicked my foot. I nudged hers back. She scooted her chair up. “No pressure. Think about the girlfriend thing for a bit. I’ve got a non-disclosure in my suitcase.”
“Believe me, pressure’s not my issue right now!”
Jodie mentioned your will power and even more impressive staying power.”
“Apparently, my ex-wife’s been serving as my publicist.”
“You’d get a bunch of dates from our group for sure. You kept her monogamous for a long time.”
I took a deep breath. “Look, let’s have dinner and get to know one another?”
“Sure, can I help?”
One thought dominated, “A blow job would be great.” I suppressed my inner dork and mumbled, “Just relax and maybe keep me company.”
“Is it okay if I keep flirting? I’m a bit of a tease, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Sure, I’m definitely having fun ... You know, I didn’t even ask what you do?”
“We were too busy talking about nymphomania support groups, my vibrators, and your erection.”
“So, maybe small talk?”
“Pretty boring. Graduated in December in computer science from Ohio State.”
“I’m a software consultant. Are you good?”
“Not especially fast, but great at shortening run times and doing integrity checks.”
“Lot of jobs for that.”
“If only I didn’t find it so boring.”
“What would you rather do?”
“Camming.”
“Excuse me?”
Avery bit her lip. “I can always code for someone else; I don’t have that much time to do the other. I get off on being looked at. Probably shouldn’t surprise you.”
“Your family’s okay with it?”
“Haven’t discussed. Not the kind of family that would.”
“You spent all that time getting your degree.”
“There’s a lot of coding involved with my site, the toughest coding challenge I’ve ever taken on.”
“Keeping the site and your identity secure?”
“No, I can easily convince people that I’m in Latvia or Phobos. My idea’s more than a badly lit webcam between my legs and a button for soliciting tips.”
Avery mimed spreading her legs while making a goofy face.
“Send five dollars. See my feet!”
“More than enough for plenty of guys.”
“Might be. But I have a better way ... Wanna see?”
Avery twirled her index finger then pointed towards the guest room.
“You mean?”
“Don’t be silly. Just showing you the prototype. Geek to geek.”
Avery winked exaggerating the wiggle of her ass as she went into her room. She’d been teasing me ever since the pool.
“Weren’t we about to make dinner?”
The sound of the doorknob was followed by six inches of open door.
“Your choice.”
Had I ever heard a more seductive voice? The tomato slices, romaine, and grated cheese on my counter could wait to be tossed. Was I going to get sexy housesitter lady or coding tigress?
Avery was dressed and at her laptop. She was wearing glasses.
“Ready?”
I nodded.
“Not disappointed?”
“Disappointed, why?”
“I was hoping you came in to see me naked. That is if your girlfriend doesn’t mind.”
I faked a step backwards. “Maybe, I should call her and ask? What about your boyfriend?”
“We’re only talking about looking, aren’t we?”
“He’s okay with that?”
“If it’s looking, I don’t have to tell him and you don’t have to tell her.”
She tugged tantalizingly on her tank top. The TV above the bureau flickered on. I sat in my guest room’s easy chair. A video started, a naked faceless woman pleasuring herself.The length and slender shape of the legs were especially alluring. The framing, color balance, and focus were very high quality but it seemed just another camshow with better than average background music. The model moaned: Avery’s voice.
“So, what do you think?”
“Video and audio are definite improvements. The model’s really sexy too. She must have cost you a bunch to hire.”
“Ha ha!”
“It’s definitely not that Only Fans stuff, cell phone camera on a fixed tripod in portrait instead of landscape.”
“But did it get you hard?”
To not hurt Avery’s feelings, I didn’t answer.
Avery did a passable movie monster laugh. “You’ve never jerked off in front of someone you just met?”
“Certainly not while watching a video of a beautiful woman who also happens to be sitting six feet away.”
The video moved up to Avery’s face. Solo female videos weren’t my thing, but this one was better than most. It helped that Avery didn’t do one of those super-affected whispery voices and wasn’t faking Richter Scale orgasms when she touched herself. Onscreen Avery brought out a flesh-colored vibrator and sucked on it. Definitely more arousing. No surprise, Avery was a skilled dirty talker. She then inserted the vibrator in her vagina.
The video segued. Instead of Avery penetrating herself with her vibrator, it shifted back to her licking and sucking it. My cock responded.
“You might find this more interesting.” Avery’s tone was investor-presentation matter of fact.
“Not sure I understand.”
She held up a quarter-sized plastic disk. “These sensors tell me when your heartbeat and breathing pick up. It tailors the content to whatever arouses you.”
“Interesting!”
“Maybe it’ll get an actual “Wow” from you.”
“Busted. Sorry!”
“No worries, if the video alone got you truly excited, there’d be no need for my site.”
Avery came over to my chair, and kissed me on the cheek, “Thanks for letting me demonstrate on you.”
The kiss got a bigger response from my penis than the video. My heart felt an even bigger jolt.
She pulled more plastic circles out from a bag. Two were identical to the first, but others were thicker and shaped differently. She placed one over my chest. One was behind my left ear. She put two on my calves then asked, “These go inside your thighs.You can put them on yourself or I can help.”
“Emily would probably prefer I do it myself.”
“Whatever Emily wants.”
“How far up do I put them?”
“Higher is better.”
I lifted my butt off the chair and placed the disks near my crotch. A series of soft buzzes ran in different sequences from the disks. “Am I supposed to be feeling all these vibrations?”
“I hope you didn’t put them too close to your testicles.They short sometimes.”
“Uh!”
“Just teasing! All UL certified.”
“That’s a lot of money!”
“They have other possible applications, so I have investors.”
Would I ever get used to Avery’s sense of humor? She was constantly catching me off guard. Clearly, Avery’s “idea” wasn’t some brainstorm drawn up between classes. Hers was a serious product.
“So Jerry, are you ready for The Next Best Thing?”
“Next best to what?”
“Already trademarked. Hopefully, you’ll see why.”
I sat back, multiple plastic disks pressing against my skin. At first, It felt more EKG than “entertainment” system. Avery waved her hand like a magic wand. The same video started. I’d expected to feel the pulses on my upper thighs. Instead, I felt less than when I was simply watching.
Instead of a tingle, the skin around my genitals felt numb. The onscreen Avery looked just as enticing, though the real Avery looked better. I was mentally turned on, but my cock was supposed to be an exclamation mark not this dangling comma.
“Is everything working?” I asked, almost certain it wasn’t.
Avery gave a thumbs up.”The voltages are fine and the video’s synched.”
She smiled wryly, aware of some joke I was missing.
“Maybe take your pants off, Jerry. It’ll show how “Wow” it really is for you.”
What the hell? Exposing my mostly limp cock wasn’t going to change matters with Emily. I slipped off my shorts. My scrotum contacted the scratchy fabric of the easy chair. I immediately lifted my ass.
“Let me get you a towel. Don’t want the owner to negatively review me.”
“Underneath the sink!”