Chapter 1: Rising Action
Mark: "I win, wow!"
I pumped my fist in the air, glancing at Amelia. I liked the cool British accent that came out of her mouth when she was nervous or excited. Her cheeks were flushed; we had played strip poker since that evening, and she had already lost most of her clothes.
She pulled off her panties, holding them tight, almost nervously. My eyes strained against the dim light to take in as much of her as possible.
A scattered mix of emotions welled up inside me: desire, embarrassment, thrill. I was taken aback by the way her body was revealed. She was gorgeous.
Amelia: "Bloody hell, you've won again. It's just a game, isn't it?" She uttered, embarrassed about the situation she had found herself in.
Her shoulder-length wavy hair shrouded her breasts, and I could see her nipples faintly through the curtain of her chestnut locks.
Slowly, she dropped her panties onto the heap of discarded clothes. I stared at her flawless, bare skin, and my heart raced.
I gotten up from my chair, and approached her. She sat frozen, eyes locked on mine. She looked unsure for a moment, but then she raised her chin and parted her lips. I took a step closer, closing the distance between us.
I ripped off my t-shirt, and let it fall behind me. She looked at my bare chest, lingering for a moment, and then back up at my face.
She bit her lip, ever so slightly, as if awaiting my next move.
I could only stare at her with lust.
Mark: "I won, so I can look at you naked."
Her eyes narrowed, but her lips curled into a slight smirk. I reached out and tucked her hair back behind her ear, leaning in closer. I could smell her warmth mixed with a faint fragrance. Her body tensed up.
"Mark... I can't believe we're doing this," she murmured.
Amelia: "Fuck, it feels so wrong, but at the same time... so right."
Mark: "I love to look at you."
I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
My eyes were drawn to between her legs.
Mark: "Your pussy looks so wet and juicy."
She let out a gasp at my dirty words, and her lips parted as she looked into my eyes.
I ogled her naked body.
Her breasts weren't huge, but they were beautifully shaped, her nipples fully erect. Her stomach was firm and well-defined, and her hips flared out slightly before tapering down to her toned thighs. I could barely take my eyes off her now-shaven pussy, her lips swollen, parted, and glistening with wetness.
My body reacted. I couldn't ignore the growing bulge in my pants, expanding at the sight of her almost naked. I wanted to touch her. Taste her.
Mark: "I could stare at you all night."
Amelia became uncomfortable with my gaze upon her nakedness.
Amelia: "Mark, are you going to just stand there gawking at me all night?"
Her previous excitement shifted into annoyance.
I gave her a confident smirk.
Mark: "No, of course not. I planned to do much, much more than just gawk."
Just as the words left my lips, I dove into her. I eagerly cupped her breasts and squeezed. I sensed her shock from the way her breasts tensed up beneath my touch.
She sucked in a breath as I bent down and took her pink, erect nipples into my mouth, my tongue flicking back and forth.