Emily shows up wearing something interesting

He awoke the next morning with wisps of a sordid dream still lingering in his brain. His cock was rock hard, and throbbing painfully. He groaned and rolled out of bed, trying to think of something else, even the feeling of his pyjama rubbing across his sensitive cock making him wince. Emily wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so Tom assumed she must be off for a morning workout.

He wondered what she was wearing. Probably one of her new sets, like yesterday, showing off her fit teen body to everyone who passed. He imagined Bill feasting his eyes on her as she strutted past, wishing he could get his hands on her again. Except maybe he wasn’t wishing that, maybe Emily had gone behind Tom’s back and resumed their previous dalliances, and he was just looking forward to their next meeting. Oh fuck, maybe Emily was over there right now, and she would be back later, all sweaty and smelly, pretending she’d just been to the gym.

Tom suddenly realised he’d begun stroking his cock, and snatched his hand back. He was already close to cumming and was tempted to finish the job, but he held himself back, wanting to wait for Emily to make him cum as she teased him, and then revealing that she’d been pretending this whole time.

Wanting to keep his hands busy, he started making some pancakes for breakfast. He was done before Emily got home, so he chucked the stack of pancakes in the oven and sat down as he waited. He scrolled through social media on his phone, but he barely paid it any attention, too busy thinking about what Emily might be up to.

He finally heard her key in the door fifteen minutes later. Tom watched intently, eager to see what she was wearing, as well as the rest of her appearance. Would she show up in a similar state to yesterday? He gulped when she finally saw what she was wearing. On the bottom, she was wearing one of her extra brief pairs of workout shorts, seemingly pulled up extra snug, showing off the exact shape of her pussy. On top however, she was just wearing a cut off tank top, nothing underneath. It didn’t reveal much cleavage, but it only just reached the bottom of her boobs. She was covered in a layer of sweat, which caused the thin top to stick in places to her breasts, clearly outlining their shape. Tom’s mouth dropped open.

“What baby?” Emily asked, looking at him quizzically.

“Did you really wear that to the gym?”

“Oh no!” Emily replied with a laugh, looking down at the revealing top. “I got some stuff spilt on my other top, and luckily I had this in my gym bag.”

“What stuff?” Tom asked, feeling light headed.

“Hmm?”

“What got spilt on you?”

“Oh, just some protein stuff, you know.”

Tom swore he could see a glint in Emily’s eye, as if she was challenging him to call her out. He couldn’t bring himself to do it though, he wanted to keep this game going. He craved the feeling of not knowing, loved the way it twisted him up inside, while also making him unbelievably aroused. He also couldn’t deny hoping in the depth of his heart that if she was just faking this whole thing, that she would take this as permission to take the next step, to actually meet up with Bill behind his back. He looked down, unable to hold her stare. “Oh yeah, I guess that makes sense, seeing as you were at the gym. I, um, made some pancakes, they’re just in the oven keeping warm.”

“Oh thanks, you’re just the best boyfriend ever!” she said with a big grin. Tom felt like she was also thanking him for not pushing her, for not asking any questions.

Emily walked to the oven and bent down to grab the pancakes out. Tom watched as her breasts came into view, hanging freely, the shirt falling away from her chest. He could even see her perky nipples. She stood back up and put the pancakes on the table. Tom quickly jumped up to grab plates and cutlery.