Liz answered the door topless, which was always a good sign in my book.
It was my junior year in college. Liz and I had been dating for three years. We had what you might call a stormy relationship. We either fought or fucked. The fighting was annoying and stressful. The fucking was fantastic. So when she opened her apartment door that day topless, I was pretty sure I was in for a good afternoon.
Liz was quite the sight, five foot six with wavy dark hair framing a lovely aristocratic face and bright blue eyes. She had creamy white skin and curves in all the right places. At that moment, my attention was focused on her generous round breasts. As I stood there, I could see her large, sensitive nipples getting harder. I knew standing like this, in the hallway of her apartment building where anyone could see, turned her on.
"Hi," she said with a smile, "You gonna come in."
"Yeah, I could come in for a minute," I answered, trying to be cool about it as I followed her into the apartment.
I lost the whole cool thing a second later when I saw Missy.
Missy was a freshman, petite, blonde and very sexy. She somehow managed the sweet, innocent girl-next-door look, despite having a pretty wild reputation. She was dating a guy Liz and I knew, but she and I had made out once at a party. Liz had told me that she had made out with Missy once too, when they had been alone together over winter break. Now, Missy was sitting demurely on the corner of Liz's bed, wearing a tight white T-shirt and black skirt. Somehow she was still managing to look innocent, despite the fact that my topless girlfriend had just sat down so close to her they were touching.
"Only a minute?" Missy asked sweetly. She sighed and leaned against Liz, but her eyes were fixed on me. Liz put her arm around Missy's shoulders and ran her hand through the freshman's long blonde hair.