Chapter 4
Barrett
C ross snorts at the proposal, crossing strong arms over his broad chest.
“No. I’m not using rubbers just because you’ve lined up a hot date for us with your friend. I’ve never used condoms before, and I’m not going to start now.”
I squeeze Lily’s hand, trying to appear supportive even though I’m also less-than-thrilled with her offer.
“It’s not that we don’t appreciate your offer,” Scott interjects in a deep tone. “We do. But you have to understand that there are dozens of young women who’d like to be with us. We have ladies approaching us every hour of every day.”
“Really?” Lily asks, cocking her head. “Is that true?”
Cross snorts, sitting back against the sofa.
“Honey, on the way here, I stopped by the White Horse Tavern for a quick drink, and I was propositioned by three women within ten minutes,” he says in an ironic tone. “Hell, when I left, even the homeless woman on the street asked me out.”
I try not to guffaw because this is getting out of hand. It’s true that my buddies and I don’t need matchmaking services, but Scott doesn’t need to rub it in by citing the example of the homeless woman either.
“What we’re trying to say is that your offer is kind and thoughtful, but no thanks. A tryst with your friend isn’t going to convince us to use condoms,” I say in a gentle tone. “No offense, sweetheart, but Rose could be a troll that we wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole.”
Lily doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she’s silent for a moment while pursing her lips. Then, she whips out a cell phone from somewhere, and quickly scrolls through some photos.
“Honey, I get where you’re going,” I drawl. “But showing us Rose’s photos aren’t going to help. We don’t need to see your friend’s Instagram feed, her Tiktok profile, or whatever young ladies are using these days.”
“No, it’s not Tinder, nor Tiktok, nor a social media profile,” Lily says, squinting a bit as she thumbs over her screen.
“Rose had some boudoir photos taken the other day, and I think you’ll change your mind when you see them.
Oh here, I found them,” she says, holding the cell screen out to me.
“See? Rose is gorgeous and I think you’d enjoy a hot session with her. ”
I lean forward, expecting to see something raunchy because these are boudoir photos, after all.
Even worse, a lot of women who get these types of snaps taken are very Real Housewives of New Jersey .
They’re generally overdone with fillers, fake tans, and boobs that could act as lifebuoys.
It’s not the aesthetic we go for because we prefer young, fresh, and most importantly, untouched by a knife.
But to my surprise, the woman on the screen appears natural, with lush curves, a sweet smile, and flowing pink hair falling in a waterfall over her back.
“That’s Rose?” I ask, dumbstruck. Said young lady is kneeling with her back to the camera, showing off narrow shoulders, a tiny waist, and wide hips. She’s obviously nude except for a tiny pink g-string that disappears between her ivory buttocks, as well as hot pink high heels.
“Yes,” giggles Lily. “She’s sexy, right? Plus, her name is “Rose,” and her hair is dyed rose-colored. Cute, don’t you think?”
Hell, this woman is more than cute. She’s fucking drop-dead gorgeous, and my cock’s already pushing at my fly from just the one photo. Beside me, Scott’s also sporting a hard-on in his pants, and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. But my buddy manages to speak in a calm tone.
“Do you have more shots of Rose?” he asks like it’s no big deal.
“You know, to make an informed decision.” By now, Cross is standing behind us looking at the photos, and if I’m not mistaken that fucker has already released his dick, rubbing it as he takes in the X-rated photos of the pink-haired girl.
Yet Lily doesn’t hesitate. She purses her lips again and swipes her thumb across the screen.
Sure enough, another pic of the gorgeous Rose appears, this one even more alluring than the first. In the snap, Rose is standing with her back turned to the camera, smiling coyly as she looks over a slim shoulder.
She’s still wearing said pink g-string, but this time, she’s got one finger hooked into the fabric at her ass, plucking the string out from her buttocks suggestively.
A huge breast is visible in profile with the pink nipple hard and erect, and my cock begins to seep, oozing pre-come like a leaking firehose.
“See? Rose is gorgeous,” Lily chortles happily. “She got a ton of these snaps taken.”
“Yeah, but why do you have them?” Scott growls, still staring at the image on her phone. “That’s a little fucking weird. You two aren’t lesbo, are you?”
“No, silly!” Lily squeals while giggling.
“Rose’s thong and high heels actually belong to me because Daddy bought me so much new lingerie that it was like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one.
So I lent Rose some of the stuff for the boudoir shoot.
Plus, she asked me to help her with hair and make-up, so I went with her to the studio and watched while these were taken.
These obviously aren’t the professional photos,” Lily giggles.
“These were just taken with my iPhone. I was snapping these at the same time the photographer was shooting with his huge black camera.”
My jaw drops because I’d automatically assumed that these snaps were filtered and airbrushed within an inch of their lives. But Lily shakes her head, reading my mind.
“No, I don’t have a filter on my phone. This is the real Rose, with no enhancement or color adjustment. No retouching, no wrinkle-smoothing, no subtle blurring of cottage cheese thighs. My friend really looks like this.”
Still, Cross is an asshole who likes to play hardball, even though he’s sporting a full-size boner at this point.
“So?” he snarls. “What else? She’s got pink hair, and lush curves. There are plenty of ladies who have that.”
Lily isn’t put off though. Instead, the teenage girl pauses again before shooting us a coy smile.
“It’s true that Rose has pink hair, but do you think she matches ‘down there’?” she says in a casual tone. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
I start because holy fuck, I hadn’t even thought about that. But once the seed is planted in my mind, curiosity swells. Fuck, does this pink-haired mermaid also have pink pubes? I’d love to know.
“Show us,” I growl, ready to get an eyeful. “I’d love to see the beautiful Rose with her panties off, legs spread as she pulls open her dripping pussy. Do you have one of those?”
That’s when Lily smirks and flicks her phone off, the screen going dark immediately.
“I do,” she says in a light tone. “Rose went all out during the boudoir photo shoot, and had everything photographed. And I mean everything ,” she adds with a meaningful look at us.
“You can see the world if you play your cards right. Hell, you can even taste the world, so long as we use protection tonight. We have to, because what will I tell Rose otherwise? That three horny assholes got me pregnant during our first time together? Do you think she’d agree to a menage with you gentlemen if I told her that you refused to use condoms? Even after I begged and pleaded?”
Damn. Lily’s got us by our short and curlies, and she knows it.
I should detest her for the trickery, but instead, I respect the young woman.
She’s looking out for herself, and it shows how intelligent and resourceful she is.
Clearly, Lily is no airheaded bimbo, even if she’s got the body of one.
Instead, this woman is a voluptuous, sexy-as-hell vixen who thinks on her feet . .. and now, the ball is in our court.