"You didn't tell me 'Sam' was a girl, Michael."
Belinda folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the new marble sink in the upstairs bath. At first, she was honestly upset. Samantha was extremely attractive. Her tight, lean body was so unlike Belinda's softer curves, and a pang of jealousy gnawed on Bel's stomach. But Michael was so delightfully jumpy at lunch, she soon forgave his innocent mistake. He continually had this deer-in-the-headlights look about him, and Belinda could barely contain her laughter.
"I didn't know until she showed up," Michael protested. "Guess I should have found that out."
Belinda grinned wickedly, "Ya think?"
She narrowed her eyes, as Michael became quiet interested in the grout on the floor tiles. The girl cruelly delighted in the long, uncomfortable silence.
"So, Michael," she cooed, "you fucked her yet?"
Michael looked up as if he had been slapped square across the face. "Wha�" he managed to stammer.
Belinda turned on her heels and leaned on the counter. She rose up on her toes, stretching and accentuating the shapeliness of her legs, and pushed her hips out. Her feet slid about shoulder's width apart, and her back arched steeply. Belinda looked over her shoulder, her dark bangs hiding one eye, and the thin shoulder strap of her sundress fell from her shoulder. Michael could see down her dress in the reflection.
"Oh I know you, Michael," she purred. "You've been dreaming about what it would be like to put your nice big cock into that tight little body, haven't you?"
Belinda lifted her skirt slightly, teasing Michael with a glimpse of her rear. She leaned across the counter even more, folding her arms under her. Suddenly the image of her catching Michael and Sam together flashed in her mind. Belinda saw his body grinding into hers in much the same pose she was in now. Her center warmed quickly, and she took a sharp, shuddering breath. Belinda always enjoyed watching Michael use his cock, and now another use excited her. She exposed her tail to him and swayed it hypnotically.