Guess Who’s Back?

“Woah! Holy shit…” I hear a very familiar voice exclaim from behind me. I quickly turn around from the TV and my eyes go wide as I see Chad start to stumble into my house, once again, unannounced, and unplanned. Very quickly I let out a small growl as I stand up and meet his eyes.

“I really need to take away your fucking key.” I say in a huff as I turn off the TV and turn towards him again fully, arms crossed underneath my chest as I give him a small glare. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here again, Jenny?” He says, using that name ever so casually as if I was just another person living in this house. “Last we talked I heard you say all of this was a one time thing and it was never gonna happen again.” I see a quick smirk growing across his face as he makes a show of looking me up and down which just makes me roll my eyes.

“Mistakes happen, Chad.” I growl, an annoyance to my voice that was absolutely potent and shrill. The kind that says I need to buy my girlfriend flowers or else she’s gonna kill me. But Chad just stares, his smirk only growing as his eyes peek down onto my jiggling chest as every small movement I make causes it to bounce. “It doesn’t answer my question, why are you here?” I ask, raising an eyebrow softly.

Chad, without missing a beat, pulls a deck of cards out of his pocket and shows it to me with a quick shrug. “You said we were gonna play poker today.” A smirk grows again and he chuckles. “Wait! I’m sorry. Ben said we were gonna play poker today.” His chuckle grows more full as I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“Well obviously that plan is gonna gave to get moved, yeah?” I say, rolling my eyes again, but Chad just raises an eyebrow and with a giddy look in his eye he holds up one finger and speaks.

“Not… necessarily.” He smirks. “We can still play! In fact, we don’t even have to play for money if you don’t want to…” he says, softly rubbing the seam of my sports bra and playing with it, before I smack him away. He takes the moment to take a step back and walk over to the couch and motioning for me to sit, while he began to shuffle the cards. For some reason I choose to oblige as I start to walk over to the couch as well.

“You know I’m better than you at poker…” He starts to say, before I quickly cut him off with a smirk.

“You are so not better than me at poker.” I chuckle as I watch the cards start to be dealt.

“Then you have nothing to fear then, right?” He says, raising an eyebrow again as he watches my own gaze on the cards. “No money at stake. It’s just you, me, playing a game of strip poker. Whoever runs out of clothes first loses!” He says, as all the cards lay out in front of me. “Pick them up. Play a few hands.”

I watch silently, and for a second I know how bad of an idea this is and I want to shut him down… but something inside of me stops me. Tells me I should listen to what he says and… Oh fuck I’m on a compliant pill!

“Fine.” I say with a coy smirk as I pick up my cards. “Get ready to get naked.”