�O�right. Don�t get so hot, babe.� You say as you move your eyes off her slim long legs only to stare at her medium size tits. They are pleasantly round, supported by one of those wonder bra thingies. She�s not all that bad, despite having a rather unattractive face. �Why doncha come in, and we�ll chat about it?� You move away from the door invitingly.
Laura looks at you suspiciously. �OK, but don�t you try anything funny.� She warns you and enters the house.
�Oh! Who do you take me for? I�m a true gentleman.� You grin.
�Yeah, right.� Laura laughs. You take a good look at her tight round ass wrapped in the tight black miniskirt. Positively, she�s sexier than you first thought.
She makes her way into the living room and sees two hot women on the screen of Phil�s large TV making out. They are kissing lustily, touching each other�s breasts and moan in pleasure. Laura is awestruck for a couple of seconds. Then she speaks with a grin: �A gentleman, huh?�
�Oh, that� That�s just a bit of entertainment, y�know. You don�t mind, do you?� You�re slightly embarrassed, but act coolly.
�No, not at all.� Laura sits on the sofa, crosses her legs and grabs her knee with both hands. She eyes you from head to toe with interest. �So, why didn�t you show up?�
�Well, I figured it was just gonna be a boring lecture on morals. Y�know, I wasn�t in the mood for that kind o�stuff, so I ditched out.�
�Too bad, stud, too bad.� Did she just call you stud?! �The teach was going to set you up with Sarah. Your loss.�
You shrug your shoulders coolly: �It ain�t that big of a loss. Y�know, if Sarah likes me, we can hook up any time. Hey, you�re her friend. Why doncha call her and tell her to come over here and join the party.
�That would be me helping you.� Laura leans closer to you and looks into your eyes with a mischievous grin. �What would you do for me to make me want to help you?� |