Screaming at my girlfriend June, I'm madder than I've been in a long time.
"I wasn't checking her out," I scream again at the top of my lungs.
It was a lie. Of course I was looking at her best friend April. The two girls were inseparable. I always have to spend time with April if I want to spend time with June. On this occasion, April had worn a particularly short skirt, and it was impossible to not see the girl's red panties.
"I don't want to hear it, James. We're done." And with that, she's gone, out the door just like that. Slumping into the comfortable chair in her living room, I sigh.
When the door opens and Lilly, June's mother walks in, I try to get up, but she stops me.
"No no, don't get up. You must be exhausted after all that," she says to me.
Lilly is not that much older than me. She was a young woman of forty. She must have only been twenty when she had June.
"Well, I have to say," Lilly continues, "June's being unreasonable, I'm sure you weren't checking April out."
I look at Lilly trying to avoid looking too closely. If June was upset at me looking at her friend, imagine her reaction to seeing me look at her mother too closely.
"To be honest, Lilly," I say noticing Lilly is wearing as short a skirt as April had that morning, "April was wearing a very short skirt, June was probably jealous of seeing her friend in such a short skirt."
Lilly sits opposite me and reaches for her phone. Reading a text that had just come in she looks at me with a pained look in her eyes. "Well, she's gone to her Father's for the night," she says to me, "hopefully she'll have calmed down by tomorrow."
Looking closely at Lilly, I notice her nipples were pushing on the thin material of her green top. It is obvious Lilly is going braless today; this isn't helping my situation. My dick is already responding to the sight, and I can't sort myself out in front of her.