Today I made sure to wear something a little revealing for Kevin. I don't know I did though. I'm just helping him forget his troubles. So why am I sprucing up my usual attire?
Just then I heard a knocking on the front door and knew it was him. I checked the clock: 2pm.
I get up and walked toward the door.
I opened the door and he came in. Then we walked to the living room. I felt his eyes on me.
"I see you are wearing something nice today," he said sitting down, "it looks great."
My heart skipped a bit. He likes it! He likes my outfit. Wait why do I even care?
"You think so?" I said, "it's just something I wear."
I walk to the kitchen.
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked him.
"I'll take a soda," he said, "if you have that."
"We do," I replied back.
I grab a can from the fridge before closing it. Then walk back holding it in my hand.
"Here you go," I said sitting down next to him.
"Thanks," he said and opens it up.
He downs it in four gulps. Doesn't he know how to savour his drink? He places the empty can on the coffee table. Then turns to me and moves closer. He places his hand on my thigh.
He takes off my shirt and then my bra. Then stands and pulls down his pants. I noticed he was already hard. It was sticking out through his boxers.
"You're as hard as ever today" I said, "you must really love my boobs."
"Sorry," he said.
"It's fine," I said, "use them to get yourself off."