Andrea has a good excuse

Andrew could tell Brian was gonna be bad, but luckily he had the perfect excuse on hand.

“Sorry babe, no kissing. I got my lips done, see? Now they’re all like hurty and healing, but they’re gonna look super freakin’ hawt in about like a week. And I know you’re gonna love my big… luscious… sexy lips all over your body, tee-hee-hee!”, Andrea explained, a seductive glint in ‘her’ eye and ‘her’ nails tracing down from Brian’s chest to his thigh, where ‘she’ stopped upon finding the outline of Brian’s engorging member.

In an instant the sorrow disappeared from Brian’s face, being replaced with lustful eyes and a cheeky grin as he replied, “Well why didn’t you say so”, and stepped into the house sans invitation.

‘Well come on in why don’t ya’, thought Andrea with an annoyed expression for a brief moment as ‘she’ closed and locked the door, before turning back on the giggly sweetness.

Brian saw the TV and remarked, “Huh, why are all girls obsessed with serial killer documentaries? I guess the stereotype is real. I bet it’s ‘cuz you’re all fantasising about guys dominating you, hehe”.

Even though Andrew was not of the female gender, he still felt offended on their account; before last Saturday, Brian would never have said those kinds of things.

This whole Andrea escapade was a bad idea from start to finish, and this week couldn’t end soon enough for Andrew.

Andrea took a seat with ‘her’ boyfriend on the couch, and Brian wrapped his arm around ‘her’ shoulder, pulling ‘her’ into his chest.

As they continued watching Netflix, now screening Tiger King, Brian’s hands began to wonder, and he began planting soft kisses on Andrea’s neck.

Brian’s touch came closer and closer to Andrea’s panties, and although ‘she’ brushed them away, the hands became increasingly insistent.