GB96 - Make the deal

“Deal,” you say without hesitation. Thinking ahead has never been your thing. “Hurry over here. And wear something cute.”

“Oh my god. You are something else. Is that how you talk to your new master?”

“Come punish me then,” you say obnoxiously.

Stef still hasn’t come back upstairs. You worriedly go to look for her, finding her by your open refrigerator, stuffing her face with cheesecake.

“Stef!” You stop her, putting the plate down with a clatter.

“Let me die,” she moans.

“It’s not that bad.”

“First you, then Mary,” she says dramatically, mostly kidding. She shakes her head and slumps on you. “I’ll never love again.”

“OK, it was Mary first,” you snap. “Here.” You grab a napkin and wipe off her face. “Come on.” Pulling her by the hand, you take her back upstairs to your bathroom.

“Oh. Oh,” she says as you start to take your clothes off.

“No! Don’t even think it,” you warn her. “We need to clean up. Someone’s coming over.”

“Someone named Mary? Who has just broken up with her hot boyfriend and suddenly realized she’s gay? And that I exist?” Stef says hopefully, unbuttoning her jeans.

“Better,” you tell her, throwing your shirt on the sink. “Someone with beer.”

Stef all but dives into the shower with you, and it’s pretty hard to focus on cleaning your body with her in there. You just want to smell good for Lily in case something happens, but Stef wants to keep brushing against you and… that’s so annoying because feeling her hard cock against your wet skin makes you hard. And wet.

But you are not getting distracted. Lily is your inside track to the job at CCL, and maybe to CCL itself.

Also potentially to getting your rocks off tonight.

Stef looks sad and disappointed when you step out, leaving her under the water with a woody bouncing around, lonely.

She makes puppy eyes at you. Maybe you should give her a pity handy just to make her shut up, but there might not be time. You don’t know how prompt Lily will be. She could be pulling up right now, or she could be an hour away.

You yank Stef out of the shower and start toweling her off.

“I don’t hate this,” she says.

God. The things you do for this idiot. Once you’re both damp instead of soaked, you take her into your mom’s room. You aren’t proud of it, but you don’t have any girly lingerie. And you are not about to borrow lingerie from your mom, either. But you do know that your mom has a couple of… sexy little robes.

“Ooohh,” Stef says when you hand her a short, blue, kimono-style one. “Your mom is so foxy.”

“Don’t ever talk about my mom,” you threaten her immediately. Not because it’s some sacred topic or anything, but if having sex with Stef was weird, the image of Stef being horny for your mom… you can’t handle it.

Fortunately, you don’t have to awkwardly wait around naked under these little robes for too long before the doorbell rings. With Stef beside you, you open the door, trying to assume what you hope is a sexy… maybe MILFish pose?

“Hi,” you say.

Lily wears jeans and a tee from the university. She’s not as dolled up and striking as she was at the party, but she’s still a hottie.

“Oh,” Stef says. You didn’t prime her for this. Whatever she was expecting, it probably wasn’t a tall, black, gorgeous college girl.

Lily stares at you two in your robes.

“Hi,” she laughs. She’s carrying a backpack in one hand. “I have your delivery.”

“This is the place,” you say, waving her in.

“Girl,” she says, crossing the threshold and shaking her head as she looks at the pictures on the wall. “You’re both twenty-one, right?” she asks.

“We’re both eighteen,” you reply, taking the backpack and opening it. “Only the fanciest tequila and pink lemonade, I see.”

“Yeah, I didn’t realize you all were so classy,” Lily says with a smirk, looking at Stef. Stef hasn’t been able to get rid of her arousal from the shower, and you don’t blame her. Naked skin time is bad enough, but being nude under these satin robes is like its own thing. Stef’s got a half-chub that she can’t get rid of, and she can’t hide it.

“Sorry,” she says, blushing. “I’m Stef.”

“I’m Lily. Nice place, Carly.”

“Carla,” you correct, glaring at her. She takes the backpack from you and goes to the kitchen, helping herself to glasses and pouring drinks. She shoots you an expectant look.

Right. You promised a party. And Lily knows damn well that was a thinly-veiled invitation to sex. But she’s not a prostitute. If you want her to get in the mood, you need to make sure there’s some fun going on. **** alone won’t cut it.

You think fast. One of the horniest parties you ever went to in Fresno involved strip poker. That’s an easy one. What else could be a bit lewd? Damn it… you’re supposed to be studying. So much for that. But that’s an idea. This can be a party for studying… your mom’s collection of erotica. One of those should work for Lily.

Strip poker?

Study erotica?