BR - In the Open Part 5

It’s a little surreal, sitting alone in Beth’s mom’s living room in the dark, watching this BBC program. But you do want to find out who killed the Contessa. It’s really good.

When it’s over, you clean up the mess of crumbs and wash all the glasses. You fold the blanket that you were all sharing and make sure the room is presentable, then drink a little water and head upstairs.

There’s light from Beth’s room, but Shauna’s is dark, so you take your time getting ready for bed. Clad in comfy briefs and a tee, you pad to Beth’s door and open it. For a moment, you don’t recognize the room.

It’s lit by candles. Real candles. She’s changed the bedding.

And Beth is on the bed, having arranged herself into a sultry pose to wait for you. She wears a lacy white bodysuit that doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. Maybe that part is the most surprising of all. You like looking at lingerie on Instagram, so you know what these bodysuits are, but you never expected to see one in real life.

You quickly close the door.

“What is happening?” you ask quietly.

Beth smiles and pats the bed. Baffled, you walk over and sit.

“Are you on meth?” you ask her.

Beth gives you a peck on the mouth, then starts pulling on your tee. You numbly lift your arms and let her take it off you. She wraps her arms around you from behind and nuzzles your neck.

“No, really. What are you doing?” you ask her.

“What’s it look like?” she asks, biting your earlobe. “Coming out to my mum.”

You had a couple of gin and tonics yourself. It takes your brain a second. It doesn’t come out super romantic or diplomatic.

“You fucking serious?” you ask.

She answers by sliding her hands over your breasts, then cupping them and doing a vampire-like bite on your neck to leave a visible hickey. Then another one. Yup. She’s not fucking around. Usually, there’s only one part of your body that she cares about. Well, too. Sometimes she gets turned on from making out. And she definitely likes it when you go down on her.

For her to be feeling up your boobs… her lustiness must be at an eleven. Your brain isn’t there, but your body is. Your cock swells in your briefs.

“Um,” you say, staring at the wall as she trails kisses on your bare shoulder and gently squeezes your nipples, making you shiver. Your cock twitches. So you know what Beth was out doing today; buying this stuff. You look at the rose petals on the rug. And you’re sitting on them.

You were right. Beth was acting suspicious all day. This was her plan. And that plan? To make her mom listen to sex? What the fuck?

You turn your head, still baffled.

“Babe,” you say. “She’s so sweet. And she raised you. How did you turn into such a gremlin?”

“Shush,” Beth says, using both hands to turn your head so she can kiss your mouth.