A couple weeks after I snuck into Leah's house, taking her by surprise, Ryan invited me out to join him and Leah for drinks on Friday night. Of course, I accepted. I hadn't spoken to Leah since that night, and I was curious how she would react to seeing me again.
I could only imagine the look on her face. Those beautiful green eyes, full of shock and anger, and possibly a bit of lust as the recollection of our encounter played through her mind. That porcelain skin, wearing a nervous flush as she looked at me. I also had hoped that it would give me the opportunity to get close enough to her to use some intimidation, just to make sure our "arrangement" was still standing.
When Friday rolled around, Ryan offered to drive, saying it was pointless for us to have 3 vehicles at the bar, since Leah was meeting us there after she left work. "If you get too drunk, you can crash at our place," Ryan offered generously. "I'm sure Leah won't mind bringing you back to your car in the morning." Ryan had drawn the short straw and had to be back at the office for an off shift on Saturday.
I'm sure that she actually would mind, but there was no way in hell that I was going to be letting that secret slip. This was going to be way too easy. Have a few, say I'm too drunk to drive, crash on their couch, access granted. Once Ryan left for the office, I would be able to sneak in to their bedroom and have my way with Leah again. If she offered any resistance, all I'd have to do is threaten to tell Ryan about what happened, and she'd probably throw herself at me.
The end of the day rolled around and as we headed for the parking lot, Ryan sighed. "I really wish I didn't have to come back in tomorrow." He lamented. "I'm going to be sitting on my ass doing nothing."
"Hey, at least you're getting paid double time to sit on your ass and do nothing." I reminded him. "Better than doing it for straight time." I shrugged as I swiped my keycard and opened the door.
"Yeah, guess you've got a point." Ryan nodded as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. "Let's get going. Leah will be pissed if we're too late."
At the mention of Leah, my cock twitched in my pants. I could only imagine how good she looked, especially coming straight from work. Leah worked as an Office Manager for an investment firm. She lived in the world of tailored suits, dresses and heels.
When we arrived at the bar, I followed Ryan inside. It only took a moment for me to find Leah. I nudged Ryan in the back, pointing over his shoulder to her. She was sitting at a tall table near the back, already halfway through a drink, flipping through her phone.
As we approached, she beamed at Ryan. I felt jealous as hell as he pulled her into a kiss when she stood to hug him. She smiled as she turned to me, giving me a friendly hug. I had to hand it to her, there was no trace that anything was amiss between us.
"Bud Light, Jason?" Ryan asked as he reached for his wallet. "First round's on me."
"Sure." I replied, sitting down across from Leah. I made sure to leave Ryan the seat between us.
As soon as Ryan was out of earshot, I smiled wickedly at Leah. She rolled her eyes in response, finishing with an icy glare that could have castrated me. "Don't act so happy to see me, Leah." I said, trying to hold back the urge to laugh at her response.
"Cut the bullshit, Jason." Leah snapped, her expression cold but still amazingly sexy. "I know you came out tonight just to see if you could get to me. It worked. So don't do anything to get either one of us in trouble, alright?" Her gaze softened as she spoke. It was almost as if she didn't want to be angry with me, but felt she had too. I realized it was a good thing I was sitting down. I felt myself getting hard again as I looked at her.
"You're absolutely adorable when you're pissed, you know that?" I replied, my smirk fading as she shot back another icy stare. She looked as if she were about to come across the table and slap me. "I'm kidding, Leah, damn. Lighten up." I laughed halfheartedly before continuing. "I told you, Ryan's my friend. I'm not willing to fuck that up as long as you and I are still in agreement on things."
Leah sighed as she looked at me, then scanned the bar looking for Ryan. He was still standing at the bar, waiting on the drinks. "Some friend you are, sneaking into his house and fucking his wife against her will."
"Some wife you are, begging for your husband's friend to fuck you." The tone of my voice took Leah by surprise. She raised an eyebrow and glowered at me before shaking her head.
"If I didn't want to deal with Ryan losing his shit," Leah started, her eyes distant as she watched for him to return, "I'd tell him everything. How you snuck into our home and violated me." She paused, her expression as if she were replaying the events in her mind. "If you piss me off, Jason, I swear to God I will tell him." Her voice dropped and she smiled as Ryan turned around and started back to the table.
Over the next few hours, we all actually had a good time. For a little while, I actually forgot that Leah pretty much hated me. She might have forgotten as well. Ryan and I ended up drinking a little more than we intended, thanks to lost bets due to Leah's extensive trivia knowledge. Leah had switched to water after her third drink, maintaining that one of us had to stay sober enough to get us all home.
Ryan was fine to drive by the time we called it a night. In fact, we made it home only a few moments after Leah. She showed me to the guest room and made sure I had everything I needed. Because I was still feeling pretty tipsy, I couldn't resist the urge to grab Leah's ass as she turned to walk out of the room. She gasped and looked at me, her green eyes wide.
I stepped back, half expecting her to slap me. But she didn't. She just stared at me with a look of disbelief. I could hear the sound of the television in their bedroom down the hall, so I took a chance. I grabbed Leah, pushing her against the wall and kissing her. She whimpered while she pushed against me, desperately trying to break away.
"Jason..." she started as she turned her head, "this can't happen."
I looked down at her as she stepped back from me. "Maybe not right now, but soon, Leah. Remember our agreement." She shook her head, her cheeks blushing as she turned away. "Good night, Jason." Her voice was tense as she closed the door behind her.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower running. I looked at the clock. It was shortly after 6:30. It must have been Ryan, up and starting to get ready for work. I climbed out of bed, sticking my head out into the hallway to look into Leah's room. Their door was partially closed. I slipped quietly down the hall, peeking my head around the door.
Leah was still in bed, sound asleep. Her bare shoulders peeked out above the sheet. Even sleeping she was still gorgeous. I felt my cock twitching in anticipation of my plan as I walked quietly back down the hallway to the guest bedroom. As I slipped back into bed, I indulged myself a bit, slowly stroking my hard cock, thinking of how good Leah's hot pussy would feel wrapped around it.
Almost an hour later, I heard Ryan leaving for work. As I heard the garage door close, followed by the sound of Ryan's car pulling away, I waited. The house settled back into silence. I decided that Leah must still be asleep. I walked down the hallway again, pushing the door quietly open to peek in at her. She was in the middle of the bed, her back to me. My cock instantly sprung to life again.
I slowly climbed into bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her. In her sleep, she must have thought I was Ryan. She cuddled up against me, her ass grinding against my hard cock. As I traced kisses down her bare shoulder, she stirred. I felt her body tense as she realized that Ryan's arms weren't the ones wrapped around her.
"Jason?" Leah said quietly, not moving as she weighed the situation. "What in the hell are you doing?"
I couldn't hide the smile that crept across my face as I buried my head into her hair. "You know exactly what I'm doing, Leah." I whispered back to her.
