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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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CHAPTER TWO
A week after Jenny moved some of her stuff in Logan’s spare room in his beach house in Florida, the inevitable happened. Adriana visited, bearing apple pie that she baked and looking at him with sincere admiration in her eyes. He tried to be as polite as possible as she sat with him on the living room couch, and he tried not to look at her dress that consisted of straps tied behind her neck. She wasn’t wearing a bra again, and her smooth legs caught his attention when she crossed them, hitching the hem of the dress up. Then Jenny bounded down, wearing a similar dress, except it was buttoned at the front. She squeezed herself beside them, and soon the two girls were snuggling up as the three of them hung out and watched a movie that Logan couldn’t concentrate on. Taking a deep breath, he tried to. Until Adriana started circling her fingers around Jenny’s thigh, exposing more creamy skin. Until Jenny started nuzzling Adriana’s neck, pink tongue coming out to lick. Then Jenny’s skirt was slid higher… Logan shot out of the couch and muttered some excuse about getting some food for them. Then he was out of there as fast as his feet could carry him, pausing in the kitchen to take a deep breath. He had gotten hard immediately, and now his cock was straining against his jeans, wanting to get out—if he didn’t leave, they would have noticed. It took a few minutes to finally get himself under control. When he was sure he could present himself again, Logan got some cookies and chips in a platter and headed back to the living room. He stopped when he heard the soft moan. He took a peek. He froze. His stepdaughter and her girlfriend were making out. They lips were all over each other, and he saw tongues mingling, as Adriana slid hers inside Jenny’s mouth and licked. Jenny sucked at the tongue and moaned again, her hands moving all over Adriana’s banging body. Adriana slid her own hands underneath Jenny’s skirt, and the next moan that came out of Jenny left Logan with no doubt what Adriana was doing. Logan knew the right thing to do was to quietly leave the room and give them their privacy. But his mind blanked and he couldn’t look away when Jenny’s hands started moving to unstring Adriana’s dress. She slid the dress down, giving Logan a full view of Adriana’s chest—her braless chest. Shit. His eyes trailed down, zoning in on her tits. They were bigger than he realized, full, perky globes capped with brown nipples. Those nipples became hard points when Jenny’s full mouth took one and sucked gently. She massaged Adriana’s other breast, and Logan found his own hand drifting down to cup his cock and arrange it uncomfortably. Pleasure shot through him when it hardened even further, and he stifled a groan. Now Adriana was unbuttoning Jenny’s dress. Anticipation coursed through Logan, and he discovered he’d been waiting for this moment since Jenny had walked back in his life—maybe even before that. He wondered what colors her nipples were, and he found his mouth watering at the sight of her milky cleavage— “Adriana, no,” Jenny moaned, the throaty voice shooting straight to Logan’s spine. But instead of letting Adriana go further, Jenny’s hands suddenly shot up to dissuade. Then she hurriedly buttoned her dress back. “Stop.” She giggled. “Logan will be back any minute now.” A sharp disappointment filled Logan. Adriana looked at her with lust-filled eyes. “I want to touch you so bad, Jenny.” Logan didn’t fail to notice that her fingers had remained under Jenny’s skirt, even while Jenny was arranging the strings back until Adriana’s breasts were covered again. She kept biting her lip, and Adriana relentlessly kept up her ministrations until Jenny regretfully swatted her hand away down there. “I want you so bad, too,” she said softly. “But we’ll just have to postpone it.” She wriggled. Logan saw a flash of black fall out of her dress and settle on her ankles before she removed it completely. His erection twitched when he saw it was lace panties. She handed it to Adriana, who kept it with a wink. “I’ll just have to touch myself at home, then,” Adriana joked. “Come hard for me,” Jenny whispered. Logan tried to exit as quietly as he could. In the kitchen, he touched his shaft again, certain that he was going to be jacking himself off to images of Adriana’s breasts and Jenny’s sucking mouth over and over again. *** An hour later, Adriana finally left, a mischievous gleam in her eye as she said goodbye to Logan. That left Logan and Jenny alone on the couch. He was painfully aware of the fact that she had nothing on under her dress, and the knowledge made him distracted as hell as they munched on cookies and watched an action movie. A few minutes later, Jenny started fanning herself. “It’s so hot, isn’t it?” Yes, you’re hot, his mind screamed. Outwardly, Logan nodded and focused on the screen. But out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Jenny squirmed in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs and making his blood pound. She reached for a cookie, and her hands accidentally grazed his jeans. His cock jumped, and his body jumped along with it. The plate of cookies fell on the floor. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry,” she cringed. Then, before he could react, Jenny was crawling on all fours, picking up the cookies as she did so. “I’m such a klutz. Stay there. I’ll pick all of these up.” She faced him, and in that angle, he could the front of her dress gapping and showing him a wonderful view of her luscious cleavage. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, just like Adriana. Then Jenny turned around to pick up more cookies, presenting him with a view of her back. Whatever self-control he had fled out the window as the most beautiful sight greeted him—Jenny’s firm, round ass. She bent down, and he was treated to the sight of her sweet pink folds. Damn. Holy hell. He couldn’t stop himself from staring even if he wanted to. She was glistening and enticing, her dress riding higher until she was completely exposed below. He inwardly groaned as his hands itched to touch, his fingers wanting to slide in and see if she was as wet as she looked. His cock wanted in, too. But this was so wrong. The indecision and desire raged up inside Logan so hard, he didn’t notice that things got too quiet. Finally, when he did, he saw Jenny looking at him sweetly—and a certain kind of knowledge was there. He was caught looking. Instead of looking disgusted, another shocking thing happened. Jenny began crawling towards him, stopping just between his legs. Her blue eyes flashed, all her sweetness gone, as her gaze trailed at the erection tenting his pants. Then she did the most shocking thing of all. Jenny placed her hand on top of his bulge, rubbed, and licked her lips. “Is this for me, Logan?” C
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