"Why would you buy something like that?" she asked. A twist in her mouth threw a tone into her voice that I didn't like, one that meant she was either disgusted or confused, neither would do me much good in this situation.
"Well, I..." I lost my train of thought. I had assumed she would like it, it had her favorite porn star in it, and it was a parody porn, something we both enjoyed. Of course, as she stood there, her eyes dressing me down for my foolishness, I belatedly recalled that she had laughed at the last one more than she had been turned on.
"Ugh, whatever, I guess you can watch it on your own time. Just talk to me before you waste our money on something like that again," she said, turning her back on me. This wasn't turning out the way I'd hoped.
"You won't watch it with me?" I asked, as confidently as I could muster under the situation.
"Not now, maybe later," came the reply. Which I knew was code for 'probably never, but feel free to ask again if it makes you feel better'. I sighed and moved to go upstairs to tuck the DVD in some dark corner of the closet so no one could stumble across it.
"Just answer me one question," she said, turning to look at me over her shoulder as she grasped the handle of the front door. "Who did you buy it for? Daphne or Velma?"
I looked down at the cover of the DVD case, a reasonably accurate cast looked back at me, promising a few laughs and just enough plot to carry the viewer to the next sex scene. "Velma, definitely," I replied, my palms suddenly sweaty. Velma had always represented what I viewed as a very special kind of sexy: the freckles on her face promised a dark coloration whenever the blood rushed to her cheeks in ecstasy, that frumpy sweater promised a surprise of a bigger bust than on first glance, that almost too short plain skirt offered tantalizing hints at what lay below, and the knee-high socks with the large buckle shoes added just a touch of the classic schoolgirl innocence.
Then there was the glasses. I'm not sure what always drew me to glasses on girls. It wasn't always true. Somehow, only certain girls had the face to truly be perfect in a pair of glasses. Somehow, when they looked at me through those lenses my heart would beat just a little faster and I would feel a stirring in my pants. That kind of look was one she was giving me now, having run out of contacts, she was wearing her glasses. She gave me a long, measuring look, her eyes pausing on my ass, which she claimed to always enjoy, before returning to my face. "Okay then," she smiled, and then she walked out the door without another look back.
I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding, glanced around self-consciously and resumed my trek upstairs to hide the DVD.
She was late coming home that night. Something at work had kept her, so I was on my own. I was used to the long hours she had to put in, but that didn't mean I had to enjoy it. So, when 10 rolled around with still no word, I decided to take care of things for myself since she was taking her sweet time getting home. I popped in the movie, watched the credits roll, and settled in for what I had always hoped to see.
An hour went by, while my cock slowly hardened, watching a random character get her pussy pounded over and over, and Daphne's truly masterful lips serviced Fred's cock in a way that made me ache for some release of my own, but I kept my hands by my side. And then, finally, she made a move. Velma was rubbing her sweet pussy under that skirt, listening at the door as the others discussed sex. I knew she was a voyeur at heart, and my pulse quickened. She moaned softly, moving herself to a more comfortable position, as my fingertips began to tease the tip of my cock, feeling the collected precum's slick stickiness cover the head.
The actress had reached a hand up into the sweater, leaving what she was actually doing to her breasts to the imagination. I made my first full stroke on my cock as my mind filled in a full, succulent breast and soft pink nipples. I watched her twitch in excitement as I began to quicken my pace, picturing those delicate fingers twisting and pinching those hardening nipples under her rough sweater. I let out a little moan of my own as she hiked up her skirt to pull down her panties. Of course she was shaved, but that doesn't mean I didn't get a little thrill at seeing strait away that sensual slit that glistened with her own juices.
"I'm beginning to see what you like about her, there is something inherently naughty about lusting after the bookworm, isn't there?" came a voice from the doorway.
My mouth hung open as I looked up to see her, standing there with a smug grin on her face. Somehow, somewhere, she had found everything she needed to fulfill my fantasy. Her strawberry-blonde hair wasn't the right color, but she had gotten it cut into a little bob that let her bangs fall in front of her face and frame those oh-so-sexy glasses perfectly. She knew her way around make-up and had pulled off a convincing increase to her own freckles. That too-large, hideous, burnt orange sweater hung off one shoulder, offering proof of her own lack of bra. The plain brown skirt was barely to her thighs, and my eyes locked onto the hem, waiting breathlessly for the slightest breeze to offer me a look at her pussy, which I could only hope was as bare as her chest under the outfit. The knee-high socks and matching shoes were the icing on the cake.
My cock, which had withered briefly at the sound of her voice, suddenly was so stiff it hurt. Her eyes widened slightly behind those bookish lenses, "Jinkies, I don't think I've ever seen you that hard."
"You..." I began, my heart pounding in my chest, unable to catch a breath, unable to think clearly. "You look amazing."
"You look rather yummy yourself," she replied. A saucy grin spread across her face and she brushed some of her hair over her ear. "You like?" she asked, turning her ass towards me and doing that little hip pop that must be standard training at boy-teasing school.
My eyes zeroed in on the hem of the skirt again. There were panties under there, but they were paper-thin and white, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. My mouth went dry at the sight of her tight ass encased in those delicate underthings. "I want you now," I begged. "Please, let me have you."
She gave my steel-hard cock another long, lingering look and shrugged. "After I went though all this trouble," she pouted, "you're not even going to use what I give you?"
"Oh, I'm going to use you all right," I growled. I was getting angry. I suspected that's what she wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to her. My dominant side rarely came out to play, but the sex was always amazing when she could get me going. I sat up on the edge of the bed. "Come here," I commanded.
"What have I done? I wasn't snooping..." she pouted, but did as I asked, moving between my legs and looking down at me.
"Yes, you were. You were snooping where you didn't belong, and now you have to pay the price. Get on your knees," I growled again. She did as I asked, now looking up at me with anticipation. "What do you see in front of you?" I asked.
"Your...um...penis," she replied shyly. "It's so big..."
"That's right, I want you to put it in your mouth. I want to feel those sweet lips of yours riding up and down my cock," I declared, my tone brooking no argument.
"But it's got your precum on it," she protested softly.
"I think you'll like the taste," I answered, putting my hand on the back of her head and guiding it toward my cock.
"Can I use my hands too? It's too big for just my mouth, sir," she asked softly, still looking up at me through those glasses.
"Please," I answered. "Just do it quickly, I need to feel your sweet touch." Suddenly she had half my cock in her mouth and her hand around the shaft, squeezing and sucking as hard as she could. I let out a loud moan. "Holy hell, that feels good," I groaned as she began working my cock like a pro.
Her slender fingers encircled my shaft, working in perfect tandem with her mouth and tongue to drive me right to the edge. "Should I stop? You seem awfully close to cumming in my mouth," she asked.
"Yes, it's your turn now," I answered. "Get up and lean over the bed."
