Awkward

I pushed the doorbell on the Willis’ door. Hannah opened it, smiling at me.

“Hey.” I greeted her, and hugged her. I put my hand on Cassidy’s back beside me, and introduced her to Hannah.

“This is my girlfriend, Cassidy.” I smiled. Cassidy extended her hand, and Hannah shook it. Hannah wore a silky maternity dress, which I guess was more comfortable than a tank top and jeans. Cassidy had on a worn T-shirt of mine and black cotton short shorts.

Lawrence looked at me warily as I walked in. He wore a grey tank top with a sports team logo on it, and black mesh pants. Emily came out from the kitchen in a black tank top that clung to her sizable bust, and what looked like a pair of boxers. Had she stolen those from me?

“Lawrence, Emily, this is Cassidy.” I introduced them.

“Hi.” Lawrence said sourly.

“Hey.” Emily smiled, and she pulled back her blond hair into a ponytail. Hannah lowered herself onto the couch beside Lawrence, and Cassidy and I claimed the other sofa, and Emily sat in the armchair. Cassidy was laying on my chest, my right arm wrapped around her, while my left stroked her bare legs underneath the blanket she’d tossed over us.

“What do you guys wanna watch?” Hannah asked. Crickets.

“I dunno. Something with boobs.” Lawrence grunted. Hannah looked shocked, and Cassidy similarly so. Hannah picked a movie I’ve never heard of, and Cassidy snuggled into my chest a bit firmer.

Goddamn was the female lead gorgeous. And she had a great rack on her, too. Cassidy was whimpering at my hard cock pressed against her stomach. Emily kept shooting me suggestive looks which I saw over Cassidy’s shoulder. Hannah looked upset as Lawrence ran his hands through her hair and whispered things in her ear.

“Fuck off!” Hannah screeched. Everyone paused. Hannah grabbed Lawrence and hauled his ass out of the apartment and slammed the door. She locked it securely, and slumped against it. I nudged Cassie off my chest and stood and crouched beside Hannah. She slumped against my chest, crying softly.

“What did he say?” I whispered, stroking her cheek.

“He said... he said he wished I had tits like Emily’s, and didn’t need a shit ton of makeup to look pretty.” Hannah whispered furiously. I sighed and rubbed her back, and gave her a tight hug. She squeezed me back, and we sat there for a while, me comforting her.