T-shirt

T-shirt and panties might as well be the official uniform of CCL; it’s what most of you wear around the house all the time anyway. T-shirt and no panties? That’s a little less common. Should be fun.

You toss her a shirt.

“Just this?” she asks, catching it.

“Same as me,” you say casually pulling one on. Her eyes stay on you until you’re covered. You can’t pretend that her rabid need for your body isn’t a turn-on. You’re as wet as she is. Nothing is stopping you from just falling on the bed with her right now, but where’s the fun in that?

Roxy puts on the shirt and follows you out. Walking around like this is easy. It’s sitting down that’s trickier.

Downstairs, you find Karen and Kris already pouring wine. Karen’s just wearing a shirt and underwear, but Kris made an effort and put on a cute nightie. You notice Roxy’s eyes magnetically drawn to Kris’ rack.

You take Roxy’s hand, and she stiffens as you lead her into the room.

“Hey, guys. This is Roxy. It’s cold at her place. She needs me to keep her warm tonight,” you say, taking your seat on the couch and crossing your legs. Kris gets flashed, but Karen misses it. Roxy awkwardly sits and keeps her legs together.

“Hi, Roxy,” Kris says, blushing. “I’m Kris.”

“I know you. You’re a biker chick,” Karen says, passing you a glass. You hand it to Roxy, then get another from Karen.

“Yup,” Roxy says, taking a big gulp.

“I heard that our, uh, leadership isn’t getting along great with you guys,” Karen says hesitantly.

“It’s not,” you say dryly. “But us not leaders get along OK.” You pat Roxy’s leg.

“Like you aren’t CCL’s leader,” Roxy says, rolling her eyes.

“Not yet.” You smile and sip your wine.

As you do, two thoughts hit you like bullets. You’ve been distracted tonight.

But… did Sissy ever make it back to the house?

And where the hell is Lisey? It’s so not like her to miss this kind of party. This is exactly her favorite kind of gathering.

Something’s not right.

Ask about Lisey? Or ask about Sissy?