Wayne sat back in his easy chair and rolled a joint. He fired the tip of it, took enough of a pull to ensure an even burn, then lay his head against the headrest and closed his eyes. For the moment, he just relished the lush fulsomeness of the weed's aroma.
He had to do something about Stacy. Or rather, he couldn't keep doing this to Stacy. She was a great girl and it wasn't fair to her, dating her just because it meant spending time with her mom--but he couldn't help himself.
Ana was just so friendly, so receptive to his company, so seemingly encouraging that every moment Wayne spent with her, he felt like he was on the verge of making the needed connection.
He pictured Stacy in his mind's eye, shaking his head at the memory of her firm young breasts. He recalled the outline of her sweet ass under her skintight slacks--the soft brilliance of her blue eyes, framed so beautifully by her golden hair. She was delicious. She was the most delicious girl he could imagine, easily a match for her mother, who she was resembling more and more with each passing day.
But he had been set on Ana for so long that there was no resisting the habit of his obsession with her. Maybe if he fucked her, then he could clear his head and actually be a good boyfriend to Stacy. Though that obviously would never happen; Stacy would hate him if it ever
did.
But if he ever got the chance, Wayne knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
He felt a hand on his arm, startling him out of his thoughts. Stacy spoke in a hushed voice: "I have something to show you, Wayne."
Wayne looked into her big blue eyes, instantly happy that she'd broken him out of his competing inner diatribes, even if he was no closer to finding a solution. He expected her to lead him to his bedroom--maybe even his parents' bedroom--but instead she took him outside and brought him over to her mother's house.
Wayne dropped his roach to the sidewalk and stamped it out quickly, grateful for the loafers he was wearing against the cold hardwood floors of his own house. "Where are we going?"
"
Shhhh,"
she cautioned him, bringing him through the front door of her house and up the stairs.
Wayne felt desire for her, but being in Ana's house, with her presence immersing him, overwhelmed Wayne with feelings for Stacy's mother. He knew making love to Stacy, even in her own bedroom, would pale in comparison to his fantasies of Ana.
Then they reached the top of the stairs and Stacy turned left instead of right--not towards her bedroom, but Ana's!
"We can't go in there!" Wayne gasped.
"Just trust me," Stacy said, her voice secretive. She tugged him down the hall until they were at the room Wayne knew to be Ana's. He'd fantasized about it often enough.
There, Stacy stopped and slowly turned the doorknob. It opened. She entered the room on tiptoe, gesturing for Wayne to come along. He went with her, into the empty bedroom, then heard a humming voice coming from behind a heavy curtain. It had to be some sort of dressing room; that's where Ana was.
Wayne's breath locked in his throat, stopped up with excitement and a vague panic. Was it at the notion of being caught or at being closer to Ana than ever?
Stacy moved softly to the dressing room and got down on the floor in front of it before parting the curtain a little. Wayne understood: that way there'd be less of a chance of being seen if Ana looked at the curtain. He got down on the floor with Stacy and looked into the dressing room, so excited he didn't think to ask why Stacy was even showing him this.
If he hadn't thought to ask that already, he wouldn't now. His mind went absolutely blank at the sight of Ana naked.
Her flesh had no blemishes. Her skin was a creamy white with a rosy hue of pure lusciousness. Her breasts like two scoops of ice cream topped with the juiciest cherries imaginable. Golden fluff peeped out from between her toned thighs, marking the hidden swell of her cunt.
