The lying Boyfriend

Chelsea squirmed as I plainly stared at her body. She hunched over farther (unwittingly giving herself belly rolls I knew she'd hated), and shifted one leg in front of the other, desperately trying to hide more of her glorious, exposed flesh.

"Stop looking at me!" She squealed.

"I mean, you were talking to me..." I pointed out.

"Well... stop staring!" She commanded.

"Okay, okay!" I shifted my gaze to her face. It was hard to keep it there though. Her chin pointed down to her neck, which led down to her collar bones which pointed down... I struggled to swallow down my excitement.

"Where did all my hampers go?!" She asked.

"Oh. I took them to the laundry mat. They are in the wash."

This was a lie. They were actually all sitting in my car. But, if I told her that, she'd demand I go get them, and then all my fun would be over before it really got started!

"Why did you do that?!" She squealed, her voice uncharacteristically cracking.

Normally, she was utterly composed, but not now!

"I was trying to help out, you said you needed your laundry done!" I pointed out, trying very hard to not grin...