Chapter 2: Building Tension
squeaking against the hardwood floor. Peering down, he catches a glimpse of a slender figure moving past the half-cracked living room door—Mel, his brown hair bouncing with every step. Raising her arms, she turns on some music, the kind that makes you want to grind up against someone else or, you know, have sex on the kitchen counter. If they had music like this when Michael was in middle school—
“We’ve got a lillte surprise for you” she says seductively. He moans as her mouth enthusiastically begins sucking his dick again.
When did Tina become so good at this? Where had she learned? Mel, ever the co-conspirator, walks back into the living room. The dim candlelight throws shadows across her face, accentuating her features. His eyes wander up and down her body, taking in her slender form, the curve of her hips, that little black tanktop that does nothing to hide her impressive assets. She catches him staring and grins, spinning around to a different song, swinging her hips with each beat.
Her grey sweatpants are tight, just tight enough to showcase the curves of her butt. It's kind of hard to focus on anything else but her, but he tries. He tries really, really hard. She’s wearing the skimpiest pair of glittering pink panties he had ever seen—with "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" written sassily on the ass. Michael’s heart rate quickens just a bit, and he can feel himself getting harder.