Ashley and Duncan

When you opened the door you saw two figures standing before you. One of whom excited you and the other intimidated you. Ashley stood there wearing sunglasses, a pink crop top with denim shorts and sandals. She looked hotter than a Texas summer. You were so preoccupied with her sexiness you forgot about the other person next to her.

That was Duncan, the star quarterback of your college’s football team. You had seen photos of him on social media but never in person. And well social media never really put it into perspective how massive he was. He towered over you standing at least 6’8 with bulging muscles. He wore a tank top with swim trunks already on. From the corner of your eye you could see a big bulge down there. You turned your eyes from his crotch as much as you could while looking at him still. He was admittedly handsome as well again something social media didn’t put into perspective. He was olive skinned with a strong jawline, with brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Part of you admiring him was just an objective view of beauty standards. The other part dug into a small sliver of bi-curiosity you had. You had never really had the opportunity to explore beforehand though. It was still a part of you hadn’t told , not that you’re were ashamed of it but that you never felt the need to bring it up.

Your nervousness was both of his looks and the high possibility of Ashley choosing him over you. It was silent for a moment just long enough to create slight awkwardness but not too long. It went for a bit until someone broke the silence.