Dave looked at me as he put his car in gear, “You look like hell, what happened?”
Something told me he already knew but I lied anyways, “It’s a really long and embarrassing story, but now I’m locked out for the weekend. Mind if I spend the night?”
Dave smiled at me, but instead of answering he simply pulled the car into his driveway and turned it off. We walked into his house and I headed straight for the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped off my clothes.
Stepping under the hot water, I started thinking of my afternoon with Mr. Peterson and soon was massaging my breasts under the water.
I moaned a little as I pinched one of my nipples and moved my other hand to my clit. The hot water running down my breasts and stomach felt amazing. I moaned a little louder as I stuck a few fingers into my slit. I moved my other hand to my clit and imagined it was Mr. Peterson doing this to me. My breathing got heavier and soon I felt my orgasm rushing through me. I called out Mr. Peterson’s name as the last but of the orgasm subsided.
I opened my eyes to find myself in Dave’s bathroom and sighed in relief. I stepped out and realized there was no towel.
Fuck, I thought.
I opened the door a little and peeked into the hallway. I rushed down to Dave’s room. I opened his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. I put them on and was looking for a shirt when I heard someone gasp. I turned to see face in the doorway and immediately covered my wet breasts. He laughed and walked over to his closet pulling out a white t-shirt and tossing it over. He made this big show of covering his eyes as I put the shirt on. The material of the clothes clung to my wet body and I could see in the mirror that the shirt was becoming damp from my hair and body and was easily transparent; my nipples visible and poking through the thin material. From the look on Dave’s face I knew I wasn’t the only one who noticed.
He gave me a wolfish grin and jumped on his bed. He grabbed the remote to his tv and put on a random movie. I sat on the other side of the bed and checked my phone for messages.
Scott: Hey babe ;)
Scott: You there?
I put my phone away. I couldn’t ignore him forever but I was afraid to face him. I noticed that Dave kept looking at my breasts.
I snapped my fingers at him, “My face is up here you know?”
He chuckled, “You know, I’m pretty sure Scott is gonna be upset when he finds out”.
Shit I’m screwed, but I decided to play dumb, “about what?”
“You know…”, he winked at me.