It's Complicated (Awkward Love 1)

Oh, my god, she's getting undressed in front of me.

Stripping. I think the word I’m looking for is stripping.

My best friend’s daughter is about to perform a strip tease for me.

Oh, shit. Fuck, this isn’t good.

Of course, the horny side of me thinks this is fucking awesome. I’m fighting a battle between two sides of myself where I feel like there will be no winner. Fuck. What do I do? Look away, you creepy asshole. Embarrassed, I whip my head around to the side, but then I turn back because I can't bring myself to not look. She slides her shirt off and my cock springs into action. Any chance of me not watching is long gone by now. I know I’m going to regret this, and I’m okay with that. Well, right now, I’m fine with it. Later might be a different story.

With both hands outstretched on the bed behind me, I lean back—mainly to stop myself from doing something even stupider, like grabbing hold of my cock and jacking off. With her shirt gone, she reaches behind her back to unclasp her white, lacy bra. My heart pounds as she glances down, and then looks up, directly at me. I can't breathe because his whole thing is utterly incredible. Is she making the playing field even? Is that what this was about? Or is she getting off on this is much as I am? So many possibilities…

I watch, mesmerized, as she lowers each strap over her creamy white shoulders, threading her arms free. She still holds the bra to her breasts, not letting go until she looks up and meets my eyes. With both of our lights on, we can clearly see each other. There are no secrets. Everything is out in the open. I swallow hard as she moves her arms free, letting the bra fall to the ground. I stare at her perfectly rounded breasts in shock, wanting nothing more than to close my mouth over them and suck the fuck out of those stiff little nipples.

Running my hand through my hair, I’m not sure what to do with myself. I stand up, but then I sit back down. I sit forward, but then my erection gets in the way, and I move back. I look back up at her, and she smiles. For the love of God, she's smiling at me. I let out a low groan, so completely turned on. The more worked up I get, the more she smiles.

She’s loving this.

Her hands move down, and she places her thumbs beneath the band of her skirt. Slowly, she lowers it down over her thighs, then down over the rest of her legs, until she’s standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties. I wet my lips and swallow, watching her as she turns around. She reaches for the hair clip holding her messy bun together and pulls it out. Her blond curls cascade halfway down her back. She turns back around and runs her fingers through her hair. I groan because all I can do is stare at that tiny scrap of material covering her pussy. I shiver, aching to see what's underneath it. She walks over to the window and leans against it, staring at me, a tiny smirk playing on her lips. She raises her eyebrows, and then I realize.

She's not going to show me.

“Come on,” I growl, frustrated. I frown at her and shake my head. She laughs and reaches for her lamp, switching it off. “Fuck,” I mumble, falling back onto my bed.

I think I just got blue balled.

Sighing, I crawl up to the pillows and flop down face first, then reach over and switch off my light. I lay there in the darkness, thinking about what I’d just witnessed. I replay it over and over in my mind, each time waiting for those tiny panties to come off, and maybe see a finger slide in there, but the ending never changes.

My hand travels down to my cock, and I run my fist over my shaft. I groan, clutching a handful of the sheets beneath me as my body tenses. I’m so wound up that it doesn’t take long for me to be ready. I pump my fist, picturing her, replaying what I just saw, until I release. Gasping, I tidy myself up, throw on some boxer shorts and then bury myself under the covers.

She’s coming over tomorrow, and I’m supposed to look her in the eye and pretend everything is normal after witnessing that? I roll back over onto my back and stare at the ceiling, shaking my head. This is bad. Before tonight, I’d been pushing the boundaries when it came to Anna. After this, I’m pretty sure I’d just taken a flying leap off the edge without a fucking parachute. The only problem with that?