Chapter 5
Eric
Bianca definitely likes to tease. Drew came home and stopped me from getting anything but my finger inside her. I should be taking this time to come to my senses, to stop this before it goes too far. But Bianca keeps teasing.
She did get dressed, sort of. She put on this pale blue dress. It’s more modest than her swimsuit, but not by much. It’s tight over her tits but flares out at her waist, ending at mid-thigh. Every time I glance down at her breasts, I look up to find her watching with a knowing smile.
And when this happens, she’ll inevitably do something a little risky. It started with her licking her lips. Then her fingers trailed down her neck. When she flicked her own tight nipple through her shirt, I had to hold back a groan.
I’m in the living room on my laptop when Bianca and my wife bring the tablet in and sit on the sofa across from me. Drew’s in the other room playing video games.
Doing my best to keep my gaze off Bianca’s body, I train my eyes on my monitor, but I’m no longer getting anything done. I listen only partially as the two women discuss Bianca’s class schedule.
When I do look up, Bianca is looking right at me as my wife scrolls through something on the tablet. With a smile, Bianca pulls her leg up onto the sofa. She bends her knee and presses it against her chest.
As her heel lands on the sofa, spreading her thighs wide enough for me to see that she’s not wearing any panties, I choke on my own spit. Heather looks up at me, startled.
“Are you okay?” she asks, completely oblivious to what I’m looking at.
I try so hard to keep my gaze on my wife’s face, but it keeps getting drawn back down to where my fingers were earlier today, where I want to be right now. Finally, I nod as my coughs slow. I swallow.
My wife shakes her head at me as if I’m an unruly child. Then she goes back to looking at the tablet. My gaze has barely been pulled away from Bianca’s bare pussy. And now that my wife is once again occupied, I can’t pull my eyes away.
I stare, nostrils flaring, licking my lips, dick throbbing against the bottom of my laptop.
I lean forward. I can’t help it. I want to get as close to that pussy as I can.
If my wife weren’t sitting next to Bianca, I’d crawl over there on my hands and knees, spread her thighs forcefully and bury my face in her wet warmth.
Then I’d bury my tongue inside her too. I already know how she tastes. I sucked all of her flavor off my finger earlier. I shift in my seat. I can’t fucking stand this. I need to get this girl fully naked again and this time when we have time so I can explore every fucking inch of her.
As the women chat, my entire world is focuses on a one square foot of space. That small space is filled with the pink opening that I know I will defile as soon as I get the chance. I suck in a breath when a small hand comes into view.
My gaze snaps up to find my wife looking at the tablet and Bianca looking at me. Her hand slides lower and lower. I press my laptop down on my pulsing dick as her fingers move up and down her seam. She’s barely touching herself. Teasing.
I watch as she trails a finger up and down, over and over. I lick my lips. I lean forward a little more. I can’t help it. That’s when Bianca uses her two fingers to spread herself open just a little. I swallow back a groan. She’s playing with fire.
I hear my name, but it’s a distant sound that takes a moment to register. When I look up, I find my wife and Bianca both looking at me.
“You okay?” Heather asks. “You were zoning out.”
“I guess I need a break from work,” I say.
“Good. Perfect timing. Can you help Bianca with this real quick? I’m having a hard time connecting all her classes to her app.”
I blow out a breath and nod. I keep my laptop over my groin as I stand from my chair. My gaze falls once again to where Bianca still has herself spread open for me. Her legs snap closed when there’s shuffling coming from the hallway. I jump, startled by the sudden loss.
Just as I it on the other side of Bianca, Drew steps into the room. I sit back a little, making sure my laptop covers the tent in my shorts.
“I’m going swimming,” Drew announces. “You guys should come too.”
I know why he’s inviting us all. Really that statement is aimed at Bianca. She looks at Drew then glances sideways at me. Neither of us answer, but my wife does.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Heather says. “Why don’t we head outside while your father helps Bianca finish up with her school stuff. Then we can all swim. How does that sound?”
I look over at my wife. It’s like there’s a delay in my programming.
I nod because I know she’s waiting for a response, but my mouth won’t seem to work.
Or I’m afraid if I let any words out those words will be something like, “sure honey, right after I fuck our foreign exchange student with my tongue. And then my cock. I’ll fill he up then be right out. ”
With a smile, my wife stands from the sofa. She and Drew head out of the room, Drew looking over his shoulder at us once. The sliding glass door opens and closes. Bianca and I are alone.