Two Hotties Next Door

“No, just be yourself. This is about expressing yourself in any way you see fit. I’m not going to control who you are.”

“Okay then.” He sat back in his chair, and Brett smiled. “Hey.”

He shook his head as Ace went for the coolness that he liked to portray.

Meredith grabbed a book from off her shelf and a small case. She opened it up, sat down on the floor, and looked up at them. She tilted her head to the side.

“You can smile,” she said.

“I will. You just go right ahead and do what you need to do.”

She nodded. Brett watched her, listening as Ace every now and again said something about her décor.

“Did you always want to be an artist?” he asked.

Meredith shook her head. “No, not at all. The first job I wanted to be was a nurse. I liked the idea of helping people. You know, of being there for them.”

“I get that.”

“Then of course I’d sob and panic whenever I saw the sight of blood on myself. Skinned knees and stuff. That went out of the window. Then came the whole hairdresser phase.”

“You wanted to be a hairdresser?”

“Yep. I’d cut off all the hair off my dolls. Drove my parents insane.”

“You don’t speak about your parents,” Ace said.

“They’re still alive. I go and visit them when the need arises. We have creative differences. They wanted me to enter the corporate world like my two brothers. One’s a lawyer, and the other is the head of a bank. I didn’t want to do that. We tolerate each other. I know they’re proud. They just think the art world is a fickle industry.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter though. Will has always been my support.”

“I can’t speak for Ace, but I can for myself. If you ever need us for anything, let us know. I’d love to help you,” Brett said.

She smiled at him. It wasn’t a fake one. She liked what he said. “Thank you.”

“I can speak for myself. You want anything. A perfect model, a gardener, cook, booty call, I’m your guy.”

They were all laughing. “You two are very sweet to me. Thank you.”

The rest of the afternoon went by slowly. Between conversation and Meredith sketching, everything felt relaxed. He loved watching her.

Throughout the day she went from sitting to sprawling on her stomach. The dress she wore moved up the backs of her thighs, tempting him with the rounded globes of her ass. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he couldn’t.

You want to.

He held himself back, staying in his chair, watching her, waiting. She looked so beautiful. Her hair came out of the clip that she’d bound it up in. Her tongue rested against her full, kissable lips. He imagined removing her dress, taking her to the floor, and tasting every single inch of her, spreading her thighs wide as Ace came up, kissing her mouth.

In his head, it felt right for Ace to be there. He’d sit back, watching her, desperate to see the pleasure on her face.

Ace’s stomach growled, drawing Brett out of his arousal. His cock was rock-hard.

“Food. I will go and order it now. Be right back,” Meredith said, getting to her feet. The way she stood up he got a glimpse down her dress, showing off the rounded globes of her tits.

His erection wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“You okay, man?” Ace asked.

“Nope. I’m not okay.”

Brett stood up and paced the room, trying to contain his composure.

“Wow, you really do want her.”

“Don’t,” he said.

“I’ve got the same problem, buddy.”

It was going to be a long evening.

Chapter Four

One week later

Brett was once again working the late shift, and Ace was inside Meredith’s house. She’d been in the shower when he arrived, and, seeing her slick and covered in only a towel, restraint was so fucking hard.

The past week, he’d spent many nights with his hand, getting really fucking acquainted. Constant thoughts of Meredith filled his mind. He couldn’t get her out of his head, and imagining her naked, between himself and Brett, well, it was keeping him in a constant state of arousal.

No other woman would do though.

The only time his dick didn’t seem to play was during work. None of the women he worked with could get him excited or even the littlest bit interested in them. He knew some were pissed at his complete lack of desire when it came to them, but he didn’t care.

The only person he wanted was upstairs getting dressed.

Entering her studio, he saw several canvases set up. One had a splash of color, but it didn’t showcase any of the work she’d been doing.

He and Brett had been helping her all week for the sketches.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Meredith said. “I went out to the park, lost track of time.” She entered the studio dressed in a pair of shorts and plain white vest shirt. He could clearly make out that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits bounced with every step that she took. His dick went from flaccid to hard in the blink of an eye.