Jake sat waiting. He was always waiting when it came to Amy. They were just friends, but of course he thought it could be more, so he waited. Always waiting.
He questioned this again as he waited. She was always messing him around, making him wait, picking her up, give lifts and generally just jerking him about. He questioned whether it was all planned; she must know what effect she had on him the way he followed her around no questions asked. But then there was always that suggestion it might go further.
Like now for example. He sat in her living room waiting for her. She told him seven, yet when he got there she still hadn't even got in the shower, let alone dress or put make-up on. So he sat waiting and he noticed after she disappeared to get ready that she had left her bedroom door open leading into the lounge of her flat. Was that an accident, or was she messing with his head?!
He could hear the water running, it stopping, her getting out and then the door of the bathroom opening and catching a glimpse of her in a skimpy towel moving from her en-suite. God how could he give this up though?! Just these glimpses every now and then were worth the hassle. The towel barely covered her and showed off her skinny Asian body, long legs, arse and petite but sexy bust. He also guessed that now, just out of view, she had lost the towel and was probably naked!!!
He squirmed in the chair uncomfortably at the thought of this and felt his penis start to stiffen in his loose boxers. He sat and daydreamed about what the view would be like; maybe a shaved pussy, those perk breasts. The thought was suddenly broken as she entered the room, and he was wrong, she hadn't lost the towel.
The view was just as brilliant as before though and was moving towards him. Maybe this was it, he thought, she was making a move!
He suddenly remembered his growing erection and realised if she wasn't making a move this could be very embarrassing! He moved quickly to hide it, as there was no chance it was going down. She stopped, she must have noticed.
She just stared and he started to sweat. "What's wrong with you?!" she asked. "Have you got piles, or something?!". Phew, maybe she hadn't noticed. He laughed uncomfortably and replied no. A few second passed and she just stared, with her face half stern and half perplexed and inquisitive.
Fuck it. It was now or never. He suddenly didn't care what she thought as he was intoxicated with lust.
"Well, the view has got me a little bothered to tell you the truth". She glanced down at herself and smiled wickedly.
"What, you're...". She made a gesture with her hand, still smiling.
"Yep", he gulped, knowing he sounded slightly horse.
"Stand up", she said through a now completely expressionless face. This was the moment when their relationship changed, he knew it.
He climbed out of the chair in front of her and glanced down at the tent sticking out the front of his trousers. The sexual tension was ripe, the air suddenly moist. She smiled sardonically with her thin lips. "Loose the trousers, I can't see properly."
He slowly undid his belt, seeing this more as a game than anything now. The button popped and he slid his fly open. He decided to put on a show for her and wiggled his hip so he jeans fell of their own weight and he stood their displaying his boxers. Moments turned to minutes as she just stared and his cock pushed against the fabric creating an obvious outline for Amy.
Suddenly she walked towards him until they were inches apart and reached oddly behind him. Then she was walking away from him and towards the bedroom holding a dress that had been flung over the sofa. "See you in ten in the car", and she shut the door.
What the FUCK?!!! The bitch!
Twenty-five minutes later he sat in the car waiting when she finally came out. The door opened and she got in without saying a word. He glanced at her and she just stared out of the window, but in her reflection he could see a tiny little smirk. This could be a long night, and not in a good way.
As he drove he regretted everything. He went too far and had ruined it all. Worse still they were heading over to a group of friends' flat and if he knew Amy the nights events would soon become public knowledge. This scared him the most; maybe they'd think he was a pervert and none of them would ever have anything to do with him again.
When they got to the block of trendy central apartments Amy simply got out without saying a word, as she had spent the journey. He saw he firm, small arse, clad in tight denim, march away from him. He was in real trouble.
In the lift up the silence continued. He studied her face for clues, but she wore her usual poker face. He noticed aspects like he had before; the sharp features that are often the hallmark of Asian women made her look both divine but also mean. She didn't wait for him when the doors opened.
Liz opened the door to them and greeted them both with a peck on the cheek. Like Amy she was a extremely attractive woman in her own way. She was tall, and stood inches above the relatively tall Asian girl. She was also thin, and although relatively flat she had a figure many a female envied when she wore a tight-fitting dress. Sadly she wasn't adorning such outfits tonight and was actually sporting pyjama bottoms and a big baggy woolen jumper. I guess we're staying in, thought Jake.
Inside the flat the atmosphere suddenly changed and Amy was relatively normal again as she took a bottle of wine into the kitchen and chatted with Liz as she did so. Maybe this wasn't so bad. He went into the living room and found their other friend Charlie, who jumped up enthusiastically to greet him. Charlie was also wearing slightly interesting outfit as opposed to her usual style she stood there in quite low-cut shorts and a tank top that showed off rather a lot of skin. This was interesting in the fact that she had a much larger figure than the other two girls often hid her figure away as Jake suspected she considered herself slightly overweight and was embarrassed of showing off. He never thought of her that way though and felt she offered curvy sex appeal, which he was now realising was spot-on.
When the two girls had found there way into the living room the night flowed into one that he had experienced many times before. The girls sipped their wine, he found a beer and they generally talked crap. He asked where Steve was, who was their other flatmate and an old friend of all, and was told he was out at the shops collecting some alcohol and some snacks but knowing him he may be gone for a bit. All was well again.
Jake excused himself to go to the toilet about half an hour later and when he returned all three girls just stared at him. This was odd. Suddenly he noticed that sardonic smile on the lips of Amy. His heart started pounding. Fuck. "Amy told us what happened" said Liz, with an expressionless face that hid whether she was disgusted or not.
"So do we all give you a stiffy, or is it just Amy? Hey," she paused, "... is that why you just went to the toilet, was the three of us too much!?" she continued, with an increasing smirk. He heard Amy snigger at this last line. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Never think with your cock.
"No, I, well..." He didn't know what to say with three pairs of eyes staring him down.
"How big is it, Amy?" Liz quipped, cutting off his mumblings. He was drowning, choking, dying. This was the single-most worst moment of his life.
"Not that impressive Liz. Quite small really." He died slowly.
Liz and Charlie both snickered. "Well are you going to show us as well, Jake?" continued Liz. Fuck.
"No, well..." he said, as he felt sweat rolling down his brow.
The three girls now roared with laughter and Liz said, "Fuck sake, Jake. We're teasing you, you idiot. Amy told what happened and we felt it our duty to, you know, to yank your chain."
"Don't worry you can keep your cock in your pants, and Amy's only teasing you about size. Come sit down, have a beer and try to not be such a horny monkey in future. Just cause a girl is in nothing but a towel doesn't mean she wants Jake-meat!"
The moment had passed. He had survived, but when glancing back at Amy as he sat, he saw that devious, sardonic smile again. The bitch, I'll get her back.
