Bad Influence (Bad Love 3)
“What am I doing here? Last I checked, this is my house.”
“Not anymore!” I reach behind me for my towel, but I come up empty. I spin around, knowing I left it right here.
“Looking for this?” Jesse taunts, dangling my towel from his fingers. Oh God. If he was out here long enough to snag my towel without me noticing… I can’t even finish that thought.
Calling on counterfeit confidence, I stand and step out of the hot tub, ignoring the light-headedness I feel, and march up to him. “Towel,” I demand, holding my hand out.
“Come get it.” When I get close, he pulls his hand back, forcing me to come closer. I step forward, my wet chest nearly touching his. I’m dripping on him, leaving a puddle at our feet, but he doesn’t back down, and neither do I. I reach for it, but he smirks, raising his arm above his head. I roll my eyes and press up onto my tiptoes. My chest rubs against his and his eyes lock onto where our bodies meet. I take the opportunity to jump up, finally jerking the towel from his grasp.
“I win.” I smile, quickly wrapping it around me, forcing myself to take unhurried steps as I walk away from him.
“I just wanted to see your tits bounce, so who’s the real winner here?”
I look over my shoulder to scowl at him.
“You played your role perfectly, though,” he praises.
* * *
THE MOMENT ALLISON’S OUT OF sight, I adjust my dick that strains against my pants. I knew she’d be here alone, so I couldn’t resist coming over to see my little plan come to fruition with my own eyes. But the boner gods were really smiling down on me, because I never thought I’d find her getting herself off. Half-naked. Wet. Fuck. I got the first good look at her body, because that night in the dark dorm? Didn’t even come close to doing her justice. Small, hourglass figure. Fat ass. Don’t even get me started on those tits.
After zero deliberation, I seek her out. I already spotted her stuff in my room when I got here, so I head for the stairs. So much for always having a place to come home to. But I’m not complaining. In fact, it makes this all a little sweeter, knowing she’s already in my bed. I take the steps two at a time, then push the cracked door of my bedroom open. Allison’s already dressed, another baggy shirt that falls mid-thigh. Bare legs. Her hair is still up high on her head, the still-wet baby hairs stuck to the skin of her neck.
“Remind me again why I can’t fuck you.”
“Maybe because you say things like that,” she says, nose scrunched, cheeks re
d.
“You’re blushing,” I accuse. She’s actually fucking blushing.
“I’m overheated.”
“Obviously.” I take a step closer.
“From the Jacuzzi,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes. She scoops her wet bathing suit off the floor before walking into the attached bathroom and tossing it into the hamper.
“You keep telling yourself that.”
When she comes back into the room, she stands on the opposite side of the bed, putting distance between us. “Look, I’m sorry if it’s weird that I’m here. Your sister doesn’t like to take no for an answer—”
“Runs in the family.”
She ignores my interjection. “And it’s just temporary. She doesn’t know about our…” she rambles, trailing off as she gestures between the two of us.
“Our…?” I prompt, eyebrow raised.
“Our…transgression.”
“Transgression? Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Well, what would you call it?”
“Blue balls. I’d call that blue balls.” She snorts out a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“Despite your best efforts, no.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”