Evan's Envy (Sinful 2)

“Just…I don’t know. Maybe because you usually don’t care what your current night’s girl thinks about anything as long as she puts out?” Ben looked at Glenda and chuckled shortly.

“What are you now? My priest?” Evan snorted and shook his head as he pulled the car keys from his pocket.

“Nope. Just saying.” Ben fell silent.

Glenda asked, “Are you planning on having a steady anytime soon?”

The expression on her face told him that she was asking for her own nefarious reasons and that he might like those reasons.

“Not me.” Evan eyed her appreciatively, ignoring the fact that Ben was still standing there and that he was seeing the exchange.

“Good to know. Bye, now.” She raised her fingers in a wave and ushered Ben off toward their car.

Glad to be shed of them, Evan finally took his other hand out of his pocket and walked briskly to his car. Sliding under the steering wheel, his erection still in place, Evan grunted and slammed his door closed.

Pulling out into the light traffic, Evan grew angry. He was green with envy and that made him even angrier. What right did Ben have to rub Glenda in his face like that? What the hell was so much better about Ben? And, why the hell hadn’t any of Evan’s girlfriends ever given him a hand-job in public like that? Or, at least tried to?

Giving Ben and Glenda time to get back to the apartment, Evan drove around the city to kill time. He’d never had plans with Jessica or anyone else tonight. He couldn’t just drive straight home and risk running into the happy, sexy couple with no date of his own, though. That would almost certainly lead to another invitation to join them and he didn’t want that either. He wanted to get laid. His erection wouldn’t go completely away and neither would the images from his dinner date with Ben and Glenda.

She was almost perfect. Evan put the almost in there because surely the woman had some major flaw that he just hadn’t noticed yet. No way would Ben have the luck to find a woman who was perfect.

Half an hour later, Evan turned his car toward home and began dialing numbers from his list again. Still there was no luck. How could a man have a list of booty calls so long and still not get laid? Growing furious, he flung his cell phone into the passenger’s floorboard and hit the steering wheel with both palms.

Why couldn’t he get Glenda out of his head?

Taking every precaution, and feeling like a teenager sneaking back into the house after curfew, Evan made his way back to his apartment and shut the door behind him very gently. He didn’t hear the television from Ben’s apartment through the wall in his kitchen. Were he and Glenda even there? The car had been in its usual darkened spot, so they must be somewhere.

Evan stripped to his underwear and flopped on his couch with the television remote, but hesitated. His erection pushed against the fabric of his shorts. He hadn’t retired for the evening with a hard on since he was a teenager.

Closing his eyes, Evan relaxed and tried to think about anything that would make it go away. Baseball, cold water, babies crying, deadlines at work. Images of Glenda kept bullying into his mind. Her full, pouty lips; the clingy fabric of her dress; her bare breasts; her brazen hand-job.

Evan groaned, threw the remote to the recliner, and stood. The room was dark save one small lamp in the corner. He went to the kitchen to forage through the fridge for a snack. Just as he bent to retrieve a beer from the fridge, he heard Glenda’s unmistakable giggle from Ben’s apartment.

Leaning against the wall, Evan listened and sipped at his beer. He could almost make out what they were saying. The kitchen was dark and the wall was cool under his heated skin. Evan closed his eyes and pressed his ear against the wall.

Evan’s kitchen butted up to Ben’s bathroom. Beyond Ben’s bathroom was Ben’s bedroom. That’s apparently where the couple was holed up for the evening. As he listened, the bathroom door opened and Ben and Glenda’s laughter was much louder. He could make out what they were saying now—which wasn’t much; just enough for Evan to know that they were making out heavily.

After about three minutes of this up-close listening, the couple became more serious. And, Evan became hornier. Stepping out of his shorts, Evan stroked his cock and nearly moaned. That monste

r had been begging for attention all evening and Evan was going to give it. He didn’t need a woman tonight; he could manage himself.

Within seconds, he was ready to climax, but was enjoying the sensations too much to come. He teased his cock for a few minutes, visualizing Glenda naked and on her knees. He’d face-fuck her in a heartbeat if she were in his kitchen at that moment.

He imagined those soft, dewy lips stroking his cock. The sounds from the other apartment were becoming more and more frantic by the second.

Evan stroked harder and held the image in his mind of Glenda kneeling before him, mouth open, waiting for his load.

As she climaxed on the other side of the wall, Evan came. Panting, he leaned against the wall and listened as Ben had his own climax.

Glenda moaned and said, “I love it when you come, baby. Come for me.”

Then someone who was not Ben answered, “You know I like to hold out as long as I can.”

Ben replied, “Yeah I try that too, but damn! I couldn’t take any more. Come on, man, get your fill so we can clean up before Evan was to show up.”

“All right. Party pooper. That’s it, baby, stroke my cock with those beautiful fat lips.”

It was a good thing that Evan was already leaning on the wall or he might have fallen over. They were having a threesome over there. He had been right when he thought they were trying to invite him over for an orgy.