A Glint in the Eye

Janice ended the call with her friend Tanya, and put her phone back on the charger. Tanya was such a bitch. Janice loved it. Sometimes she called to make plans or check in, but sometimes she called just to bad mouth people with someone who didn’t give a shit. And Tanya most definitely didn’t give a shit.

The person that Janice complained about lately was her sister’s loser boyfriend, Sam. What a jerk. It was bad enough for Amy to date this clown, just lately she’s been talking about marrying him. Gross. Maybe he had a huge dick or something, but Janice just couldn’t see what it was that Amy liked in the man.

Classic Amy-move to send him over to fix the bathroom door. Really, she could have just called the building super, but she just never seemed to get around to it. And so Sam came over, probably hoping to sneak a peak at her changing, or steal a pair of her dirty panties. She just knew that he was some sort of pervert. All the more reason to keep pushing Amy to break up with him.

"I don't even know why you have to be so serious with a guy," Janice had informed her sister the previous week, "They're like Kleenex. You shouldn't really use them more than once."

Amy had laughed, of course, but Janice had been dead serious. Fuck 'em if you want, but show them the door when you're done. No need to get attached. Men were tools, and should be treated as such.

She peaked out of her bedroom to see if Sam was still in her apartment, or if she was free to enjoy her space the way she wanted: alone. The idiot was standing over his tool kit staring at his phone with a dumb grin on his face. Probably browsing porn. There was something on his hand, something shiny. The light caught it and briefly reflected into Janice's eye, making her squint at its intensity before it vanished.

She rubbed her eyes, the discomfort of the glare quickly dissipating, then opened them again to see what was happening.

Tim had put his phone away and was packing away his tools. He must be done the job already! The simple act of kindness, taking time out of his busy day and coming to his soon-to-be sister-in-law's place to fix a silly door made her see Sam in a new light. He was so... what was the word she was looking for?

Manly.

Sam was manly! He was a manly man. Hidden away in her panties, she felt her vagina moisten. For Sam! Janice couldn't understand it, but she was getting turned on by watching him, bent over, meticulously closing up his tool kit. He wasn't just manly, either. He was amazing! She wished she had watched him working. The door had been a pain in her ass for too long, and Sam just showed up and fixed it as if it were nothing.

She couldn't believe how lucky she was, her own sister marrying this hunk of a man, bringing him into the family, bringing him so close to her. Holidays, dinner parties, even pop-over-visits would be so much better having Sam around.

Picking up his tool kit, Sam straightened and turned toward the door. He was leaving! Janice couldn't let him leave, not without properly thanking him!

"You can't be done already," She purred, making her way toward him, a look of surprise appearing on his face, "You've got to be some kind of magic worker with those hands."

She hoped that his magic worked on more than just tools, since as she got close, Janice realized that the only way to thank him properly would be in the bedroom. Nothing was too good for her sister's manly man.