by Lexi Archer
My cock was certainly standing up and taking notice which prompted me to cross my legs. I didn’t want Reese to know how much this was turning me on. Somehow that felt like it would be putting the ball back in her court in a way, and I was enjoying having her under my thumb, however brief this moment might last.
“So the drivers were talking about our tits. I told them they were being pervs but Amy was getting into it and I couldn’t help it. It gets boring in there and it’s not like there was anything better to do.
So Rob and Aiden are going on about the differences and I’m actually sort of starting to like it. I mean I know you’re always telling me I’m beautiful and stuff, but there was just something about these guys going on that got me kind of hot. It probably helped that they snuck in some booze that we weren’t strictly supposed to be enjoying while we were on the clock, but whatever. It worked.”
“So you let them get you drunk while they were going on about your tits?”
“Well it wasn’t drunk. Just enough that we were feeling good. It’s not like anyone is going to notice anyways. Fuck, it’s not like making pizza is the kind of profession that’s going to be affected by getting a little tipsy, for that matter. All you have to do is put the damn ingredients down and shove it in the oven.
So they’re going on and they say they’re going to need a better view to compare between the two of us, that they just can’t do it if we’re wearing our tops. I figure I know where they’re going with this and already I’m shaking my head and telling them there isn’t a chance it’s happening, but they’re standing there grinning at us and Aiden has such a cute smile and Amy seemed like she was willing to go along with it so…”
“So you decided to flash them?”
Reese at least had the good grace to look embarrassed about what she’d done. I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse about it, though. Obviously she knew what she was doing wasn’t something I’d appreciate in the moment, and from the sounds of things she’d gone ahead and done it anyways knowing how little I’d appreciate it.
Of course there was one little fucked up fact that she didn’t know about. The pesky fact that even though I didn’t approve of what she’d done in theory, in practice I was fucking turned on thinking about it. I was hanging on her every word wondering what happened next. Desperately needing to hear what happened next even though it was breaking my heart even as it was pumping my cock and sending impossibly intense waves of arousal coursing through my body.
“So what happened next?”
“Well it wasn’t that busy, like I said, so we went towards the back where they couldn’t see us from the street but we’d still be able to go up to the front if someone came in. Luckily the place stayed deserted.
At first we just lifted up our shirts and showed them our bras. I figured that would be enough for them to get a look. We’d have some fun, they’d get an eyeful, and we could go back to shooting the shit and being bored at the front of the pizza place.”
“But of course that wasn’t enough for them, was it Reese?” I asked. “Let me guess. You gave them a little taste and then they came right back at you asking for more?”
“How’d you know that?”
I rolled my eyes. Could she really be that naive about the way the male mind worked? She’d partied before, she’d had boyfriends before we got together. It’s not like she was a complete stranger to dealing with guys and yet she was going on like she was completely naive to what her coworkers were going to demand. I wondered if she was really that naive or if this was just an act she was putting on retroactively to make what she did seem less bad somehow.
I knew the naive act was definitely making this more of a turn on. I’m not sure what it was about her pulling this sweet and innocent act when I knew she was anything but, when I’d seen her being anything but sweet and innocent with my own two eyes spying on her behind the pizza place, but it was just adding to the turn on. Adding to the arousal of the moment.
I was projecting myself into the back of that pizza place and imagining her showing off her bra covered tits and those guys staring at her in disbelief, never quite thinking they would get that far and suddenly encouraged by it. Suddenly deciding to see if they could take things further and really get a show. Yeah, I knew where Reese’s confessional was going before she’d even continued.
“So I’m looking at them and I’m looking at Amy and I’m thinking about how excited I’m getting just feeling them looking at me. I guess I never knew that sort of thing could turn me on, but damn was it hot feeling their eyes on me, and it was even hotter when I was pulling my shirt up. It’s like knowing what I was doing was so naughty and that made it even hotter!” she continued.
I hated that I understood exactly where she was coming from. I had a feeling that a big part of the reason why I was getting so hot thinking of her doing this was precisely because it was so wrong, so taboo. It was like she was showing something off that was supposed to be just for me, and somehow knowing that other men were getting so hot and bothered thinking of my girl was causing a bank shot that served to turn me on even more.
It was fucked up, sure, but at the same time I couldn’t help how I felt. I definitely couldn’t help how turned on I was or how hard my cock was. No, as much as I hated hearing about her basically cheating on me and then not telling me about it I needed to hear more.
“So anyways. They ask us to take off everything, lift up our shirts and our bras,” she said. “I guess you probably don’t need to hear anything else.”
I licked my lips. Yeah, if I was a normal guy then I probably wouldn’t want to hear anything else. If I was a normal guy then I’d be heading out the door so I could beat the crap out of the drivers who were encouraging my girl to take her shirt off.
Only we’d already determined that I wasn’t a normal guy. Far from it. Rather than being enraged by what she was telling me I was just suffering from one hell of a case of an engorged cock. I needed to hear more in the worst way. I needed to know exactly what happened.
“Tell me more,” I said. “I want to hear everything.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“So serious,” I said. I licked my lips again. She had no way of knowing just how desperately I needed to hear every last detail of what she’d done. What her shirt sounded like as it pulled up. The bounce of her tits as they were pulled free from her bra. The looks on the guys’ faces when they realized that their plan was working. I needed to know it all, but something told me I wasn’t going to get anything nearly as detailed as what I wanted.
Definitely nothing as detailed as what I saw yesterday in that alley. There was something to be said for being able to witness what was happening firsthand, and I found myself wondering if I could arrange witnessing something again, only this time without being run off.
I suppose that would depend entirely on how things went tonight. On whether or not we ended up broken up by the time she got done telling me her story.
“You really want to hear the rest of the story? It’s not going to piss you off?”
“Yes! Just humor me,” I said.
Reese fixed me with a funny stare. I figured she was starting to suspect something, but whatever. I didn’t care as long as she told me the rest of the story. I realized that I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t be angry, but at the same time so far arousal had won out over anger so I figured she was pretty safe even if she told me everything.
“Okay then. So they asked us to flash them and it’s pretty much what you’d expect. I pulled my shirt up and my bra right along with it and there I was standing in the back of the pizza place with my tits on display for everyone to see. I mean Amy was doing it too, but it was clear from the way they were staring that they were more interested in what I had to offer, if you catch my drift. Amy actually got a little pissed off that they were staring at me, but it’s not like that’s my fault.”
Yeah, I could imagine they were staring at her. I’d seen Amy a
nd she was a pretty enough girl, but she didn’t have anything on Reese and her good looks or her perfect body. Reese had the kind of face and figure that drew eyes no matter where we went, and Amy just couldn’t match up. That the guys were staring at her instead of another guy was definitely adding to the moment, though, even if it wasn’t exactly a fair competition.
“So you won the dare, then?” I asked.
“I guess you could say that,” she replied.
Damn. I couldn’t believe it. She’d flashed her tits to the guys at her work. A couple of weeks ago I probably would’ve been pissed off if I heard that, but now it just turned me on even more. My cock was painfully hard in my pants and I felt like it would just take a little bit of contact to push me over and have me blowing my load. I didn’t want to do that yet, though.
“So is that all that happened that night? Just you and Amy flashing the guys?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much all that happened that night. It was dead so I ended up going home pretty soon after that. You know how it gets when there’s nothing to do.”
I did know how it got when there was nothing to do. The only problem was I remembered having a conversation with her a week ago where she hadn’t gotten off early at all. This different version of events had me very curious, and it seemed from the way she was smiling she hadn’t even realized she’d given herself away.
Not yet, at least. I planned on taking care of that.
No, there were still some questions I wanted answered. She’d just told a very fun story about flashing the guys at the pizza place, but that still didn’t explain why she’d called and told me she couldn’t come hang out with me that night. It didn’t explain her coming back to her dorm room with another guy, assuming what Angela told me was true.
I had a feeling I was about to catch her in another lie, and strangely enough it was the lying more than anything else that was pissing me off. Which I guess was only natural considering how turned on I got about the cheating.
“So you say the place was pretty dead that night?” I asked, trying to sound as casual and nonchalant as possible.
“Well yeah,” she said. “It was so dead that I started flashing some of the drivers because they asked nicely. I’d say that’s a pretty quiet night.”
“No rush or anything that night?”
Reese laughed. “Nope, and thank goodness! That would’ve been so embarrassing if someone walked in and saw what we were doing! The owner is usually pretty hands off late at night on the weekends, but I’m sure that would’ve gotten back to him at some point.”
“Huh, that’s really interesting,” I said.
“Why’s that?”
“Well I could’ve sworn you called me last weekend and said you were so busy that you had to work later than usual. I seem to recall staying up late playing video games and not getting to see you. Do you remember that?”
“Oh, well, um…”
“Yeah, that night I thought you really were working late and now you’re telling me that not only did you flash those guys, but you didn’t work late and ended up going home early,” I said.
“Well if I called and told you it was late then…”
“Nice try babe, but Angela told me about you showing up with another guy that night. At first I thought she had to be making that up, but now I’m not so sure,” I said.
“She did? That bitch!”
“Maybe she did, maybe she didn’t,” I said, though it suddenly occurred to me that it might not be a good idea to throw Angela entirely under the bus like that. She’d been good enough to tip me off, after all, and even if I wasn’t sure what her motives were at least it didn’t seem like they were malicious.
“Either way, you just gave yourself away by the way you answered that question.”
“You tricked me!”
She glared at me and I grinned. Good. Let her think I was just being clever, not that Angela gave something away. Maybe that would make living in the dorm room of betrayal a bit more palatable for Angela.
Odd that I was starting to think of her as the sane roommate in this equation.
“So do you want to tell me the rest of what happened that night? And maybe go over what happened last night after Aiden chased me off?”
Reese sighed and glared at me one last time, but she could tell that I had her. I resisted the urge to grin at her. No, I had her and I wasn’t going to give anything away. I even readjusted so there was no worry of her noticing my hard on.
Reese opened her mouth and started talking, and I leaned forward in anticipation wondering where this was going. Dreading it even as I hung on her every word loving every bit of her confession.
9: Confession
“I didn’t think it was going to be that big of a deal. The owner called and asked how everything was going and then he said I could go if I wanted to. I guess he figured there was no point in paying one of the delivery guys either because he told Aiden he could go home as well.”
“So naturally he offered you a ride home, huh?” I asked.
That sounded like the kind of thing he’d do, and why not? She’d just flashed him, after all. I’m sure for a guy like him that made it seem like he had one hell of an in with her, and I guess the fact that I was listening to this story and knew how it ended in an alley last night meant the guy was probably right.
“Well yeah, and I figured it wasn’t a big deal or anything. He’d given me rides home before and nothing ever happened,” she said.
Interesting. Very interesting. She’d never told me about him giving her rides home before either. Why would she, though? She knew how annoyed I got when she talked about those guys flirting with her. I would’ve blown my stack if I knew she was getting rides home with one of those guys. It made me wonder how long this had been going on and what else I didn’t know, because up until now getting her to admit anything had been like pulling teeth.
“So were you ever going to tell me that you were getting rides from him or was that something that was just going to stay a secret forever?”
Reese fixed me with an annoyed stare. “Come on John. You know how you get when I just talk about those guys hitting on me at work. I never would’ve heard the end of it if you knew I was getting rides from them. It’s not like you ever had anything to worry about!”
She stayed like that for a moment with her mouth open and I regarded her with an annoyed stare of my own. I couldn’t believe she’d just used that old line on me all things considered. It took her a couple of ticks but then she realized what she’d said and she at least had the good grace to blush.
“Right, I guess you did have something to worry about. Sorry about that,” she said.
“Yeah, just please don’t ever use that line again.”
“Anyways,” she said, loud enough to talk over me. “We went out back behind the pizza place to get into his car and he told me he wasn’t going to let me into his car until I flashed him again.”
“Classy guy,” I muttered.
“Yeah, well, I guess you just had to be there. There was a sort of energy passing between us after everything that happened in the pizza place. I’m not gonna lie. I was turned on by what was happening. I felt guilty and I thought about you, but I was so hot that I don’t think I could’ve stopped it from happening even if I wanted to.”
“So you didn’t want to stop it from happening?”
Reese blushed and looked away. “Am I horrible if I say no?”
Was she horrible? Fuck no! I wanted her to flash every guy who came up to her and asked! I was so hot thinking of her showing off the goods to that guy, as fucked up as that sounded. Of course it’s not like I could admit that to her. She’d think I was even more fucked up than she was, and I had a feeling that would change both the balance and the topic of conversation when what I really wanted was to keep hearing about her indiscretion.
“Let’s hear the rest of the story and find out,” I said.
“Right, so I was already kinda turned on an
d I figured I’d just go with it, so I flashed him.”
I thought back to what I’d seen the night before. There’d been two very distinct flashes that she’d done which echoed what she’d done in the pizza place. First a flash playing hard to get where she’d kept her bra on followed by a second one where she gave away everything after he begged her.
“So what kind of flash are we talking about here?” I asked.
Something about the way she looked at me made me think she thought I was fucking weird for asking for that level of detail, but in the moment I didn’t give a damn. I needed to hear every detail because with the intensity of the feelings running through me as a result of this fantasy I was going to need everything recreated in perfect detail before it went into the permanent spank bank.
“What are you talking about?”
“Bra or no bra?”
There was that weird look again. A pause where I wondered if she was going to tell me. Then she opened her mouth and cocked an eyebrow.
“Why are you asking for all these details?”
“Does it matter? I want to know exactly what happened.”
Reese shrugged. “I just flashed him with my bra. I figured if he was going to be an asshole then I wasn’t going to give him exactly what he wanted even if it was kinda hot the way he was asking me for it.”
“So is that it?”
That couldn’t possibly be it. The schedule didn’t jive. She said she got off of work early but she hadn’t called me until much later. Something had to have happened between when she got off work and when she was actually dropped off at her dorm that made it too late for her to call me and come and hang out. I desperately wanted to know what it was that caused that delay that resulted in Angela cryptically mentioning another guy dropping her off the next morning when I stopped by.