Waiting at home.

The weekend had rolled around, and John sat at his computer desk after seeing Amy off for her and Sam's date at a local bar about an hour earlier. While she was away, John's mind was running at a mad sprint imagining what was being said between the two. Amy had told him that she only planned to go as far as kissing tonight, but the possibility of an escalation sent shivers through his body at the thought. With his mind flooded by these intrusive thoughts, John began scrolling through Sam's social media: reading all his tweets, watching stream clips, and looking at his cosplay sets. Sam was thin. He had long blond hair that he wore swept to the side. In a shirtless pic that John had stumbled upon, he could see that Sam's nipples were puffy and looked sensitive. Below his flat belly, his pelvic bones stuck out, drawing the viewer's eyes down to his crotch. Most of these pictures had the thing covered in a skirt, so John had no way to gauge what he was packing. John would be lying if he said he didn't find Sam sexy, especially in a particular Bridget cosplay set. Before long, John found himself rubbing his erection through his pants while admiring the subtle curves of Sam's body, his juicy thighs, that plump ass...

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...! It seems as though Sam had just posted something.

"Sometimes fans can be overbearing!" The post said. Attached was a selfie Sam had taken. In it, a woman sat on his lap and held him in a close hug, face buried into his neck. There was no mistaking it. Those clothes, this time, that location... This was definitely his girlfriend getting affectionate with their neighbor. John stared at the picture imagining Amy grinding against Sam's lap, tipsy from a couple cocktails.

After a few minutes of fantasizing, John returns to the cosplay pics and begins stroking himself through his pants once again.

50 minutes later.

Bzzt. Bzzt. John's phone vibrated with a series of new texts. Wasting no time, John picked up his phone and read what Amy had to say.

Heyyyyyy
I'll be home in a half hour, okayy?
Sam's a REALLY good kisser

Phew! John's mind had dove so far into the deep end tonight that he was relieved to hear such a mild comment.

Okay sweetie. Want me to make something for you?

Silence. Maybe she got distracted, or her phone died. Yeah, that was it.