Jessica and the Wolf

Thrown off by this new, even more unbelievable, turn of events, it took Nathan a few moments to fully process Jessica’s insinuation. Was she implying was he thought she implying, or was he still letting his dick do the thinking?

He looked her up and down. On Nathan’s personal and totally subjective rating system, she would easily score a tie with Audrey. In the looks department both girls were right up there, tap-dancing to on the border of goddess tier. Although each had their own unique charms.

Jessica was the bombshell blonde to Audrey's babalicious brunette. Unmoderated sexy appeal versus alluring and delicate beauty.

The only thing that let them both down was their awful personalities. Even accounting for Nathan’s saintly levels of understanding and patience.

Jessica’s outfit for the day consisted of a tight, black leather skirt that ran high on her waist leaving a slither of midriff between it and her puffy, of-the-shoulders white croptop. Coupled with some vivid bakelite bangles and a pair of tan thigh-high suede boots, it all made for a tantalising display.

The unadorned creamy flesh of her exposed neck and collar were a of a particular draw for Nathan’s roving eyes.

He felt the hungry wolf in him growl once again. He’d always carried a torch for Audrey, but it would be untrue to say Audrey’s gorgeous friend had never snuck her way into his private fantasies. He had spent plenty of nights dreaming of both these girls.

And now he was about to go two-for-two on the same day.

Nathan let the wolf take over. He squared his shoulders and began a confident approach towards his new prey.