*knock knock knock*
Dylan opened the door and saw his girlfriend's former best friend, Anna, standing in the doorway with a serious look on her face. There was no love lost between the two of them after years of sniping at each other. Anna had always found Dylan boring and too possessive of Kristin while Dylan despised Anna's propensity for carelessness and willingness to use anyone, her best friend included, without consideration for their own interests. Dylan was glad that his girlfriend Kristin had severed ties with Anna, or "the bitch" as he frequently called her, after finally having her fill of the constant drama that seemed to follow wherever Anna went ever since high school.
"Yes?" Dylan asked answered. Kristin did not want Anna around since their recent blowout fight and Dylan was more than willing to oblige.
"Look Dylan, I just want to get some of my stuff. Let me in and let's not drag this out." Anna replied. Her arms were crossed and she rapidly tapped her foot on the ground. Dylan could not help but notice the clinginess of her little gray dress.
"Why the hell should I? Kristin wants nothing to do with you and I sure as hell don't." He said, almost laughing.
Anna did not reply right away but rather stared up at Dylan. Her lips pouted and her big brown eyes burned into him. Anna pressed her arms into her chest slightly, causing her large breasts to push out even more against the thin fabric of her dress. She tilted her head slightly, causing some strands of blonde hair to fall in front of her face, and did her best to melt him on the spot. Anna allowed her pink bottom lip to jut out slightly as she looked up at her former enemy.
"Please Dylan. Just let me have what I want. Please..." Anna spoke softly as she leaned in slightly.
Dylan stared at Anna for a few seconds before relenting and moving out of the way. He may have had years of unpleasant memories with Anna, but the woman was drop dead gorgeous and he melted just a little seeing her looking so sad and desperate.
"Sure just... get what you need. Kristin wouldn't want you here."
Anna softly smiled at Dylan and pushed into the apartment, pressing against him for a moment. Anna felt a small intake of breath in Dylan's chest as her breasts brushed against him. Perfect.
"Well we just won't tell her, will we Mr. Silly?"
Anna smiled at Dylan as she walked past him, her hand lingering on his chest. She looked back at him for a few moments and gave a mile with her eyes narrowed. Dylan stared as Anna walked away, her shapely ass, toned to perfection during countless hours at the gym in lieu of actually having a job, swaying seductively with every step.
Anna was sure she could feel Dylan's eyes on her ass as she opened the bedroom door and walked inside. She closed the door behind her and rolled her eyes. Men are so stupid, she laughed to herself. Anna wasted no time setting the stage for her plan. She pulled out her phone and placed it on Kristin's dresser directly across from the foot of her bed. I was then time to grab a few of Kristin's silky scarves, which Anna had told her repeatedly were hideous until she stopped wearing them in public, and place them around the phone so that it was largely obscured.
Anna pressed the record button on the phone and bent down so that her face was directly in front of the screen.
"Just wanted to say hi! Your dumbass boyfriend let me in so he could stare at my ass. I'm just here to take a few things, shouldn't be too long... but things might be a little hard." Before delivering an exaggerated smile and staring at the camera with what Dylan had previously dubbed her "Fatal Attraction" stare.
Anna spent the next few minutes poking through Kristin's things. Underwear was tossed on the floor, makeup left open, smudges made on the mirror. The scene was perfect and Anna felt fully confident in her ample talents.
The blonde beauty sat on the bed and fixed her hair so that it was perfect -- shiny and silky but tussled as if she had just emerged from a night of passion. She looked tremendous and she knew it.
"Oh Dylannn. Can you come in here? I need you." Anna called out, emphasizing the word need, in a sickly sweet voice that annoyed any woman but appealed to most men.
Right on cue, Dylan opened the door and peered into the room. He drank Anna in as she sat staring up at him with her head lowered slightly. She rubbed the spot next to her on the bed and batted her eyelashes at Dylan. He mindlessly walked over and plopped down on the bed right next her, the beautiful woman he had hated for years. Her perfume washed over him as he sniffed it in without even thinking.
"What's uhhhh going on?" Dylan asked, still staring at Anna. She pouted slightly while looking up toward him.
"I know things aren't good right now with Kristin and me. I just wanna make sure that things are ok.... with us." Anna looked up with her big doe eyes and batted her eyelashes twice for effect.
"Us? What do you mean 'us'"? Dylan asked and almost laughed. Anna began slowly tracing the neckline of her dress with her finger as she stared intently at Dylan. It took everything Dylan had to not look down at Anna's cleavage and the outline of her gorgeous breasts against her dress.
"I just mean the tension that's always existed between us. Y'know?" Anna turned her head slightly to the side as she spoke, a picture of innocence.
"Uh huh that's ah...." Dylan concentrated on keeping his eyes on Anna's face but consequently lost track of his words. While her chest was incredible, Anna's big brown eyes, full pouty lips, tanned face and smooth skin were not so bad either.
Anna moved her shoulders back and pulled her finger down lower, exposing even more of her ample cleavage.
"I don't think there's a good reason for it. Deep down I've always liked you. Do you like me even a teensy bit?" Anna asked.
Dylan finally broke, his eyes betraying him as he stared down at Anna's chest. Victorious, she smiled and took a glance over at the camera. Anna allowed a few seconds to pass as Dylan drank her body in for both Anna and his girlfriend, eventually, to see.
"I think we could be friends. Real good friends." Anna inched closer to Dylan. Her foot pressed into his leg and she stroked his arm gently.
Dylan's eyes returned to Anna's and he gave his head a small shake, looking rather like a stunned animal.
"I don't think Kristin would like that." He said.
"Well we just wouldn't tell her, silly." Anna smiled as she spoke. She took a glance down at his crotch and saw that Dylan was getting excited.
"Anna... I couldn't... we..." Dylan spoke through the fog forming in his mind.
Without acknowledging his statement Anna suddenly stood up and turned around. Dylan stared at her wonderfully sculpted ass once again as she slowly walked over to Kristin's nightstand. With every step it managed to both sway and bounce, human perfection somehow overcoming the typical effects of gravity.
"Isn't this where Kristin keeps it? I'm feeling dry."
Anna bent over and began digging in Kristin's drawer. As she did, her tight dress rode up her ass. Dylan stared forward as though hypnotized as Anna's bare pussy was exposed to him, a pretty pink slit with soft creamy folds. Dylan had secretly spent time over the years pouring over Anna's social media pictures, mainly looking for tits and ass, but this view was totally new to him. Anna took her time before emerging with the tube of Kristin's medicinal lip balm.
"I'm so dry!" Anna said before applying a generous portion to her lips. For as long as she had known Kristin, her former friend never travelled far without a tube or two of her medicinal lip balm. A consequence of chronic dryness Anna thought she recalled Kristin telling her, though Anna rarely cared about Kristin's issues and remembered few specifics.
Anna sauntered back to the bed and sat even closer to the mesmerized Dylan. She draped one leg over his knee and began rubbing him.
"Nice and wet now. Mmmmmm. Don't you think my lips look nice and wet now?" Anna asked as she rubbed her lips together before biting her lower lip. Dylan put his hand on Anna's tanned and toned thigh, ostensibly to remove it from his leg. His hand did not push her off.
"Anna I... didn't look... we can't..." Dylan stammered, his excitement rising along with the front of his pants.
"I want you to look silly. That's why I asked. I like you looking at me." Anna began rubbing Dylan's face softly. The look on his face and the rising in his crotch spurred her on further
"Don't you like looking at me? Even when you kinda don't like me?" Anna cooed. Dylan nodded pliantly, giving Anna just the type of satisfaction men always gave her but he always tried to deny her.
Anna began tracing her fingertips down Dylan's neck to his chest, her fingernails leaving a tingling sensation as they crept ever lower.
"Anna what about... Kristin... I love her..." Dylan replied, almost pleading to the small, gorgeous woman next to him. Anna smirked back at him and lowered her eyebrows.
"It's just this tension between us. All this y'know... sexual tension." Anna emphasized the end of her statement by pressing her fingers into Dylan's crotch. He moaned in response.
Dylan leaned in to kiss Anna, though at the last moment she pulled back. Dylan felt as though he could already taste her and nearly lunged forward. Anna traced her fingers in a circular motion over Dylan's dick.
"Tell me what you need baby." Anna said softly as she stared at Dylan with intent. He looked strained, his eyes closed and his face flushed.
"I need you." Dylan said quickly before leaning toward Anna again. She giggled and pulled back again, sneaking a glance at her hidden phone.
