Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
My buddy shrugs.
“Well, it’s marathon season, so Brenda’s been traveling all over the country for the past few months and she’s hardly ever home. I actually think she and her boyfriend might be breaking up soon because they really haven’t been getting along lately. And it’s clearly my aunt’s fault. Edward’s tried to bring up the topic, but what can you do if your partner’s never around?”
“Oh wow, that’s tricky,” I reply.
“Yeah, my aunt’s become kind of estranged from the family because of her addiction to running,” murmurs Elissa. “But as a result, I’ve been spending more time with her boyfriend, and Chris, the sparks are flying!”
“Really?” I ask. “Has anything happened?”
“Nothing insane,” Elissa confides. “Mostly just hanging out and talking. But the other night Edward asked me to put on my aunt’s panties.”
“What?” I gasp. Now it’s my turn to be shocked. “Are you serious? That’s some fucked-up shit, Liss. I mean, I thought my situation was messed up, but your situation is downright cuckoo.”
“I know, right?” purrs Elissa. “I thought it was super weird too. But it was also super-hot, so I did it.”
I look at her askance.
“You put on your aunt’s panties?”
“Yeah,” Elissa blushes. “Edward and I were talking, and I noticed he kept looking me up and down, and I could tell he was liking what he saw. Then he said to me wait here, and disappeared. When he came back, he had one of my aunt’s lacy panties with him, and asked me to put them on. I hesitated for a moment, but then I took them and went into the bathroom, and slipped into them. Obviously, my aunt’s stick thin from all her running, so they were way too small for me. The fabric only barely covered my pussy, and my ass cheeks were on full display so it looked more like a thong, honestly. And the straps were cutting into my hips. I almost took them back off, until Edward knocked on the door and asked if everything was okay. I told him the panties were too small, but then he said something that really surprised me.”
“And that was…?” I ask in a slow voice.
“He said that that’s exactly what he was hoping for, and that he wanted to see.”
“No way! What did you do?”
“Well,” Elissa continues, flushing at the memory, “I walked out of the bathroom in just my tight little t-shirt, which I was still wearing, and with my aunt’s too-small panties on. And I could tell that her boyfriend was super turned on.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, barely believing my ears.
“Yeah,” Elissa winks, “I could see the huge outline of his rock-hard cock inside his jeans, and let me tell you – that thing is a monster. Ten inches, minimum.”
“Elissa!” I squeal. “Oh my god, you bad girl!”
My friend grins like the cat that got into the cream.
“I know,” she whispers, “so scandalous, right? But I loved it. So then he throws a sexy tune on the Alexa, and asks me to dance around a little for him, which I did. It was so hot. He was clearly completely overcome with arousal.”
“Oh my god, you sexy danced for your aunt’s boyfriend?”
Elissa nods.
“I did.”
“You go girl! How did it end?” I giggle.
“In the middle of the song, he suddenly gets up and leaves,” my friend confides. I think he went off to – ” Elissa begins to whisper, but suddenly Greg reappears.
“Elissa!” he barks. “This mess was cleared up long ago. I don’t pay you to stand around chatting with Chrissy. Get back to the register!”
“Sorry, Greg,” Elissa says in a mock apologetic tone, and with a wink at me, she disappears to the front of the store. Holy shit, that girl is bad news! She’s literally stealing her aunt’s boyfriend, who’s likely some older guy who’s a total pervert. Not only that, but she’s wearing her aunt’s underwear while dancing for this kinky dude. Wow.
But that only makes my thoughts turn back to Brad because if Elissa’s situation is kinky, then mine is ten times more so. After all, at least everyone in Elissa’s story is human. In mine? Not quite. But I have to talk with the alpha male about the situation because it’s time … and I can’t keep up this charade forever.
8
Chrissy
As predicted, work was long and boring and I ended up taking a nap in the break room instead of eating lunch. As a result, I’m now rested, but totally ravenous. My stomach contracts painfully and I press both palms to my lower abdomen. Ouch! I’ll need to raid the fridge before I do anything else because I’m as hungry as a bear.
But as I walk up the long driveway, I see there’s another huge, six-foot Amazon package by the front door. Has Brad ordered another life-size doll? Holy shit! How many does he need? Sure enough, the package is a plain brown box, shaped like a coffin, allegedly from a sender called “Pomona Plates.” Plates, my ass. This is a sex doll box if I ever saw one.