Eric 2

In embarrassed horror, Eric watches as his girlfriend’s dress is raised, exposing her white cotton panties to everyone in the room. And when Anna highlights how nice Sophie’s ass is, his mouth falls open in shock. Sophie must be pretty drunk to be allowing this to happen. She was always so self-conscious, especially when people pointed out her body, yet here she was posing for everyone. Eric hears me raise my voice in response, “Who said otherwise? Sophie’s always been a jaw-dropper.”

A pang of jealousy tears through Eric for a moment, and he looks anxiously from Sophie to me, trying to gauge how Sophie was reacting to this. He found it weird that I was talking about his girlfriend in this way, but to be fair, I did just catch him staring at Anna, so maybe I was just getting a little payback? This was probably enough though, after all, I’d now gotten as much of an upskirt as he had. So, trying not to sound like too much of a party-pooper, Eric attempts to shut this down, “Umm, ok Sophie….I think that’s enough, don’t you?”.

But I just scoff at his suggestion, taking another sip of my whiskey. “C’mon lil bro, you’ve got two beautiful women posing for you, and you want them to stop?”. He sees me shake my head in exaggerated disappointment. Eric grimaces as he hears me call him ‘lil bro’ again. Even Anna had started to pick up on that. He had no doubt it was meant to be endearing, but sometimes it just came off as demeaning. With a nervous look on his face, Eric turns to me, and takes in the way that I’m splayed over the couch, arms outstretched along the top of the backrest and legs so man-spread I’m almost taking up half the sitting space. Meekly, he tries to stand by his initial concern, “It’s not that...it’s just…”.

But I interrupt him, raising my hand to dismiss his comment before he even has a chance to finish. Instead, I turn to Anna, “I like her panties, you’ve done underwear modelling before, right babe? Why don’t you help Soph show them off for us.”