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I sat watching MTV as I waited for James’ little sister to wake up. She’d come in late last night, as usual, and I’d volunteered to stay behind so she wouldn’t wake up to an empty house. My girlfriend and James’ wife were out shopping, they’d left not ten minutes ago. Kelli had never been to Arizona before and Mary had gladly suggested they go out on a shopping trip. James was at work till about five and I didn’t expect the girls to be back till around the same time, if not later. It was about noon now, Mary and Kelli had waited a while for James’ sister to wake up, wanting to invite her along, but after a few hours Mary stated that she probably wouldn’t be up for quite a while. I’d met Sophie when she was still in junior high, almost six years ago. She was tall, but incredibly skinny and naturally very blond. In the past few years she’d grown into this long-legged, tan, voluptuous model with a brilliant smile and a wit to kill. She was now in her first year of college and on vacation for Spring Break, staying with her older brother and his new wife. Kelli and I had come down from Minnesota to pay James and Mary a visit. James was my best friend and I hadn’t seen him since their wedding. I heard a door open behind me and turned to see Sophie emerge rus escort into the living room, her blond hair roughed up from sleep, wearing only her underwear. She smiled at me, blue eyes flashing, and sauntered over to stand between me and MTV. I raised my eyebrows, trying to ignore her attire. “You just missed Mary and Kelli.” She grinned, “I know.” I tried to keep my eyes from roaming any farther south than her chin, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The underwear she’d chosen to sleep in was far too sexy for a girl of her age to be walking around her brothers best friend in. She took a few steps towards me and moved to straddle my legs, placing her tan knees on the couch and those long delicate fingers on my shoulders. She looked down at me and tilted her head to the side, long blond hair falling to wear the bottom of her bra met the tan part of her skin above her ribs. I wasn’t sure what to say. “Uh, what are you doing?” She grinned again and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I tried to think of what to do about the situation while those full pink lips ran a line down my neck. “Uh, I have a girlfriend.” Her fingers were brushing down my chest. “You met her, actually. She’s the yenimahalle escort brunette with the little nose and the quick temper…” Truth was Kelli was gorgeous. An absolute dream of a girl. She was pale and delicate and sweet and kind. Not that Sophie wasn’t sweet or kind, she was just rather bold…and way too hot… “I remember.” I felt her fingers at the edge of my shirt, and as she started to lift the fabric away I stopped her, grabbing both of those long fingered hands in mind. “Soph, I don’t cheat.” She sat down fully on me and I could feel the warmth of her on my groin. She moved slightly, a motion that did not go unnoticed by our friend downstairs, and smiled devilishly. “Don’t you want me, Tristan?” I knew Sophie, she didn’t lack any self-confidence. I’d be just another conquest to her. One of many, seeing as how experienced she appeared to be. “Look, Soph, I can’t. I have a girlfriend. I can’t do that to her.” The smile didn’t leave her eyes, “I see the way you look at me, Tristan. I know you want to.” She moved her hips again and my own lifted in reflex. Her mouth fell open and she laughed, tossing her head backwards in pure delight. She started to move her hips even more, the fabric of her underwear bunching up against my jeans. I bit back a groan and gripped the tops of her arms, rolling and pushing her into the couch. I clenched my teeth and glared at her hard. “Stop, Sophie. We’re not doing this.” She bit her bottom lip and I felt her legs wrap around my hips, tightening when I gripped her harder. “Sophie. No.” I watched as one of her hands went to the space between her legs and another covered my own hand on her arm. Her long thin fingers dipped beneath the fabric of her red, red underwear and she clasped my hand tighter. Her lips parted and her eyelids fluttered. She whispered my name, “Tristan.” And I nearly lost control. I moved to get off of her and her legs tightened around me. Using the hand she was covering with her own, I removed the wandering hand from her underwear and held it above her head. “What are you doing?” I asked fiercely. She frowned slightly. “I’m trying to fuck you, Tristan.” Her free hand moved down her luscious body, the manicured fingertips lightly brushing across that perfect tan skin. “Let me.” I couldn’t help the gaze that followed those fingers as they covered the fabric of her underwear and over to her thigh. She reached up to the clasp of my jeans and deftly undid it, her blue eyes watching me intently. I shook my head to clear the visions flickering through my mind. “Quit it, we are not doing this.” I told my body to move but it didn’t. I wasn’t listening to myself. She used my hesitation as an opportunity to take control.
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