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Apartment 3G | JonGrey | 3

 

You watch the show, trying to steal glances of Sarah as she shifts around on the couch. Every so often, she leans back to grab the water bottle behind her on the nightstand. Doing this thrusts her well-shaped breasts forward, and the tight t-shirt becomes even tighter around her chest. When she does this, you can see her nipples slightly protruding through the thin fabric.

As the show ends, you stand up, looking at the sultry brunette on the couch. "Do you want something to eat or drink? I've got to go to the store." She looks up with a questioning look.

"Why?" You shake your head in disbelief.

"Because I'm trying to be nice, Sarah. Is there anything you need or not?" Sarah grins as you begin getting ready to leave, and hands you some money. "Can you grab me a pint of chocolate ice cream?" She asks.

"Something sweet for the sweet lady," you confirm with a lopsided grin. Sarah shakes her head, but you think you notice a smile turning at the corner of her lips.

You drive down to the supermarket, having passed it on the way just an hour or so earlier. You quickly run in, grab the pint of ice cream and a couple of bottles of wine. You know its risky to leave alcohol in a room full of college students, but you find yourself pretty sure that it won't be gone until you have had at least a glass.

As you come back into the place, you grab a bowl and a spoon for Sarah, and pour your wine into a glass. You take Sarah her dessert, and you are surprised to find her in a long robe, tightly tied around her body. As she hears you come in to the room, she stands up and smiles at you.

"Hey, thanks," she says to you. "Kelly went out, by the way, and told you that you can borrow a sleeping bag from her room if you need one. Andi's in her room, studying." You nod, looking down at her as you sit with your wine glass. You notice as she settles down on the couch that her robe has slightly come open, and you can see a bit of her cleavage. You notice with some glee that there isn't a tan line. You both settle down, and as Sarah begins to put her bowl down, a drop of ice cream falls, landing right between her breasts.

"Shit," she yells, surprised by the cold. You look at her quickly, and your eyes are drawn to the ice cream. You're up in a flash, wondering if she's okay. You look at her and begin smiling, trying not to laugh. "Yeah, can you get something to clean me off with?" she asks.

"I could clean it off with my tongue," you whisper. She looks up sharply, her eyes squinting.

"You don't have the balls, ," she tells you.

 

Or do you?


          Oh, yeah. I've got the balls.

 
 
 

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