Bad Angie

I glanced over my girlfriend's sleeping form at her sister. She ignored me, acting uninterested as I opened her message. “See anything you like?”

“Who, me?” I responded with my character emoji wearing a halo.

“Dirty boy.”

I checked other apps as I gave in to the fact that sleep would not be easy to come by tonight when another message came through. This one was a picture.

I opened it, expecting a meme or something else to make fun of me from Angie, but it was instead a picture of her. Wearing her workout outfit in a sexy pose.

I turned my phone instinctively, shielding it from Victoria’s view in case she were to suddenly open her eyes despite her light snoring. I looked over to see Angie glancing at me with an evil smile on my face.

She sent another message, this time without a picture. “That's my apology for being a cockblock,” it said.

“Not your fault,” I responded. “But you do realize that picture just cut my vocabulary in half for the rest of the night.”

“Is it a fifty percent loss each time?”

“Probably.”

She sent another picture message. I was almost hesitant to open it. Almost.

It was a booty pic. She was turned away from the mirror, posed in a way that made it look even bigger than it was.

I got to see her booty every day, but this was different. This was meant for me to look. And look I did. Soon she sent another message.

“Don't stare, pervert.”

“Me see booty. Not my fault me stare.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she sent me.

“Ridiculous? You the one sending the guy with blue balls sexy selfies.”

“Sexy? I'm just showing you my gains.”

Another photo.

“Not bad.”

A moment later, another message. “You're staring.”

“What happened to that outfit? Did you outgrow it?” I asked.

“Asshole! No, I just don't wear it around you for fear you'd look at me the way you're staring at that photo.”

“Probably a good call.”

“Want to see an every more scandalous outfit?”

I glanced back over at her. She continued staring at her phone, acting oblivious.

“...no?” I responded.

“Here.”

New picture message.

This time I felt her turn her gaze to catch my reaction. I didn't give her the satisfaction.

“That's cold,” I said.

“Fine, one more. For comparison.”

New picture message.

“...” was my only response.

“Finally made you incapable of speech, huh?”

I went back to reading an article about the delay of movies because of theaters being closed down.

“Want one more?” she asked me a few minutes later.

“You know answer,” I responded.

“Here.”

This picture was gorgeous. I could tell instantly that this was one of the pictures that she used to seduce with. She was topless, using one arm to cover her nipples and the other to hold the phone as she snapped the picture in different location than the previous picture.

That’s when I noticed that the bathroom was mine. The lighting was soft, and she used a filter or two to make everything really pop. But of all these details, the things that loomed the largest was her rack. It was massive. It was perfect. And I was now seeing the bottom half of her tits. I must have drooled as I heard a slight giggle.

“Well?”

I responded with one word.

“Boobs.”

She turned her phone off and I saw only her outline in the dark room.

“Goodnight, Danny,” she whispered.

I lay back on my pillow, my dick tenting the blanket as I stared at the ceiling.

“Boobs,” I repeated as a whisper.

She giggled.

---

The next morning I stumbled out of my room for coffee.

“I’m sorry,” Angie told me when she greeted me. I didn’t ask what she was referring to.

I opened the fridge. “You went shopping?”

“Yep.”

“Thanks, Ange.”

I poured myself a cold brew.

“My unemployment hit my account today,” she told me with a smile.

“That’s awesome.”

“I picked us up some steaks. And some unhealthy garbage for Victoria. She loves chips.”

“Thanks, Angie.”

“Hey, Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. I left your room early to give her a chance to take care of you this morning. Did she?”

“I’m afraid not,” I admitted. “She had to go to work pretty early.”

“Did you take care of yourself?”

“I did.”

“Did you think of me?”

I stared at her.

“Shit! I’m sorry! Don’t answer that! I don’t want to know.”

I continued to stare at her.

“Tell me no?”

“No, Angie. You never crossed my mind.”

“That’s good.”

“Nor did any of the snaps you sent me. Did you know that they stay in the chat for twenty four hours?”

“I did not.”

“Me either. Because I certainly didn’t check and then cum with a massive load as I looked at them again.”

“Shit.” She sighed. “That’s not even my good pics. That’s the safe stuff. Well, except for the last one.”

“I know.”

“Actually, I was only wearing my workout clothes. You’ve seen me in that a hundred times.”

“Yeah, but that was different.”

“Why?”

“Because you sent them to me,” I told her. “It felt like giving permission.”

“But I already gave you permission.”

“To not look away, sure. But that’s different from directly staring.”

“Well, I’m wearing a lot of clothes now. Does that help?”

“Kind of.”

“Then why are you hard again?”

“Because you dressed down is still a sight to behold.”

“So that’s little Danny, huh?” She stared at my crotch. “He’s not quite as massive as little Victoria keeps saying. Based on what she says you have been walking around with a baseball bat.”

“He’s nothing special,” I told her. “But, to my credit, this is only a half chub.”

“Seriously?”

It was my turn to smirk.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

“And you never will,” I told her as I walked off to my office.