Evan's Envy (Sinful 2)

(Evan)

Evan chose to ignore that Glenda had just openly told him that she would have went home with him if she weren’t in love with Benjamin; it was said in anger probably and nothing would come of it.

Or would something come of it?

Glenda regaled Evan with tales of her and Benjamin’s adventures since they’d been together. Benjamin had taken her on several overnight trips to places she considered romantic. All the little stories were tinged with sexual overtones. They were often overcome with lust for each other in public, it seemed.

Several times, Evan tried to turn the course of the conversation to something less sexual, but Glenda always seemed to navigate them back into the steamy landscape with ease.

Finally, she told him, quietly of course, the story of one such episode that ended with the hotel’s room service man joining them in a threesome. Her details weren’t extremely lewd or crude, but they were descriptive enough that Evan’s body began to react. As the waiter brought out their plates, Evan shifted in his seat so that his erection wouldn’t be noticed.

Glenda texted Benjamin that the food had been served and then put her phone on the table by her plate. “We should go ahead and start; it might get cold before he returns.”

“Sure. I don’t want cold food.”

Evan watched as Glenda dropped her napkin and bent to pick it up. The scoop neckline of her dress fell away from her breasts, exposing them for a brief moment. Evan’s erection throbbed.

A sense of loyalty to Benjamin kept him from trying to score with Glenda. The stories she’d shared, especially the last one, seemed as if she were trying to garner his sexual attentions, though. As he scooted up closer to the table, Evan thought about Glenda on all fours, under the table giving him a blowjob as she’d said she had done for Benjamin only a week ago.

Why hadn’t Benjamin ever told any of these stories? Most men share at least some of the details of their sexual conquests with friends. However, Benjamin had said nothing. Maybe he’d thought that would entice his playboy friend to take an unwanted interest in Glenda.

He would have been right.

Benjamin entered through the same side door and waltzed to the table, seated himself, and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.

“So, did everything turn out all right? Are you ill?” Evan shot Benjamin a hot look.

Grinning tightly, Benjamin answered, “More than all right, Evan. How did you two make out in my absence?”

Glenda slid one hand under the table and toward Benjamin. Benjamin started and then chuckled.

Glenda spoke before Evan had a chance. “We made out just fine. Evan is a really nice man, honey.” Her arm moved almost imperceptibly.

Evan wondered if she was only stroking Benjamin through his clothes, or if she had gone into his pants right there in the restaurant, in front of Evan. Why had he not opted for wearing jeans instead of the dress pants? There was too much room for his hard cock to grow in the dress pants—and escaping to the bathroom was out of the question. His crotch would be almost at eye level with every other patron dining in the restaurant and his hard on would be obvious.

Clearing his throat and averting his gaze, even if he couldn’t avert his thoughts, Evan tried to concentrate on the entrée in front of him. It was useless as his erection throbbed almost painfully. He hadn’t reacted like this to a woman since he’d been in junior high.

It was impossible not to notice that Benjamin moved so that the edge of the tablecloth covered his crotch, or that he was tense and forcing a

normal façade as he played with the food on his plate. Glenda’s arm continued to move almost imperceptibly as she ate her food with a completely normal expression.

She could apparently even carry on a conversation with Evan while she was playing with Benjamin’s dick under the table. “So, Evan. Would you be interested in coming over for a movie after dinner? We’d love to have you over.”

Evan glanced uneasily at his friend and then back to Glenda. The tip of her tongue slipped between her lips and nudged at the center of her top lip repeatedly. The expression in her eyes was neutral as she waited for Evan’s answer.

“I’d love to, but I am going to see Jessica after dinner. Thanks, though.” He knew better than to go with them—he’d end up making an ass of himself.

Glenda brightened. “Oh, you can bring her too, if you want. We’ll have an evening of it; drinking liquor and watching movies. It’ll be so much fun.” She winked and made her lips into the shape of a kiss.

That arm kept moving under the table and Benjamin nodded his agreement.

In a voice that was very husky and trembled a bit, Benjamin said, “Yeah, man. Bring Jess on over and we’ll drink ourselves stupid tonight. It’ll be a good way to blow off some steam.” He couldn’t hold eye contact with Evan.

What the fuck was she doing to him under that table? Evan was tempted to drop a utensil just so he could peek under the table and see with his own eyes, but he reined in his curiosity. That was their business. He had finally stopped being uncomfortable with the situation. Why should he be? They definitely were not too uncomfortable. In fact, they seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

“No. That’s okay, Ben. Maybe some other time, though.” Evan stared at his food as he ate.

Glenda giggled. “You know if you two get drinking and are overcome with desire, you can always take ten steps to your apartment for privacy.” She winked at him again and then moved her arm so that it was very noticeable.