Go inside

Stepping inside, Ethan isn't sure what he's getting into.

Looking around, Ethan finds himself alone in a very modestly decorated living room, with almost no sign of Sam. Her shoes are kicked off nearby, and Ethan can hear the slight creaking of stairs. Taking his own shoes off, Ethan calls out, "Sam?"

"Close the door," she calls back, her voice from upstairs.

Ethan does as she asks, setting his shoes near where hers are placed. Clearing his throat, he calls out again, "Sam, are yo-"

"I'm waiting," she answers, cutting him off.

Swallowing, Ethan starts for the stairs, suddenly very unsure of himself. He barely knows Sam. {if Ashley Sex=true}He's been fucking her best friend. {endif}They were both a little drunk and she was acting weird. {if Sam's Secret=true}Plus there was the whole Layla thing. {if Layla Sex=true}He was fucking her mom, or dad, or whatever Layla was to her. {endif}{endif}He also had no idea what was going on in her pants. Did she have a dick? Why was this something he needed to worry about?

As he reaches the top of the stairs, he sees an open door, hearing some creaking from the room on the other side. Taking a deep breath, he moves towards the doorway, peering in.

Sam turns to face him. Giving Ethan an unimpressed look.

"So," she snorts, "You do want to fuck me."

Something in the very back of Ethan's brain screams at him.

"Figures, hm?" Sam stalks closer, her arms crossed under her impressive bust, pushing it up slightly. "You've been fucking me in your mind all day, right?"

Looking down at her, it's impossible not to stare at her massive tits. He feels himself harden, thinking about them now. He is a boob man after all. The voice in the back of his head screams again. What is it trying to say?

"You've been looking at my tits all night," Sam looks up at him, her icy blue eyes narrowed, "And you've been wondering what's in my pants too, haven't you?"

Her tone is spiteful. Almost angry. And yet she invited him in... This is some sort of kink, surely. Ethan can't seem to follow it. {if Dance?=true}Something is wrong here. This doesn't feel right.{endif}

"Well," Sam's nostrils flare. "Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you fucking going to say something?"