Chapter 3: The next day
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The morning sun spilled through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in golden streaks. I stirred beneath the sheets, my mind still tangled in what had happened last night. I stretched lazily, my head reminding me I drank a lot last night. I turned my head just enough to see the empty side of the bed. Looks like Lilly already got up. 'That's too bad' I thought - I figured we should probably talk about last night sober before things got too out of hand today.
A soft *thud* from outside the bedroom caught caught attention, followed by a muffled giggle. I rolled onto my side, propping my head up on my elbow and I try and hear what was going on. I thought I could hear Lilly's voice, *"No, no, no—stop it, Tyler!"*
Another giggle, followed by the sound of shuffling feet and a couple of masculine chuckles. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, my bare feet pressing into the cool wooden floor. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was happening out there.
I pulled on my boxers and stepped a pair of shorts , my bare feet silent on the wooden floor. I grabbed a t-shirt from my and pulled it on, my fingers fumbling slightly as I tried to ignore the sound of Lilly’s muffled giggles. I paused at the door, my hand hovering over the knob. Should I go out there? Should I pretend I didn’t hear anything?
I took a deep breath and turned the knob, pushing the door open as quietly as I could. The hallway was empty, but now I could tell the voices were coming from the kitchen. I crept down the hallway, my footsteps silent on the worn wooden floor.
Part of the hallway in the top floor had a banister the overlooked downstairs. I decided to stay hidden and see what Lilly was doing when she thought I was sleeping.
I could see Lilly's back, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Tyler was standing in front of her, his hands on her hips. I also say Steve and Justin sitting at the little kitchen table drinking coffee.
I recognized Lilly's top from behind. It was a pink crop top with thin straps that she often wore at home as a nightie. It was a little small on her so I knew the boys were being treated to a obscene amount of cleavage. I could also now hear what they were talking about clearly.
"Just because I was in my panties yesterday doesn't mean I'm going to be walking around the house like that all weekend," Lilly was saying, her voice playful but firm. Tyler's hands were still on her hips, his fingers grabbing into her sweat pants. Lilly's hands were on his chest, pushing him back gently, but she wasn't putting much force behind it.
"Come on, Lilly," Tyler said, his voice cajoling. "You know you loved it yesterday. You were so fucking hot your bra and thong." He pulled her pants down a little and I could see a pink thong peaking out.
I was curious how Lilly was going to handle this, I thought she might be mad but she didn't push him away. Steve and Justin were watching the scene unfold with interest. "Tyler, stop it," she said, but you could tell she wasn't serious.
Tyler chuckled, his hands still on Lilly's sweatpants , his fingers playing with the waistband. "Come on, Lilly. You know you loved the attention yesterday. Won't you be a good girl for me?"
Lilly's body stiffened slightly, but she didn't pull away. There was a moment of silence, a moment where the air seemed to crackle with tension. Then, Lilly's shoulders relaxed, and she let out a soft laugh. "You're impossible, Tyler," she laughed. But she didn't push his hands away. Instead, she let him pull her pants down a little further, revealing more of her pink thong.
Tyler's fingers traced the edge of the fabric, his touch light but deliberate. "Tyler..." she whined, her voice barely audible to me upstairs.
"Whoop take it off," Steve said cheered them on. I knew none of my friends were going to be disappointed if Lilly took off her pants again
"Fine , fine," Lilly laughed, her voice soft. "You can take them off, but only because you're being so persistent." She wiggled out of her sweatpants as Tyler knelt down and help her pull them off, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. She was now standing in just her tiny pink thong and crop top, her long legs bare , her skin glowing in the morning light. Tyler's hands lingered on her thighs, his thumbs tracing circles on her soft skin. Justin and Steve cheered him on, their eyes glued to Lilly’s body.
"Tyler, you're trouble," she said, her voice soft but firm. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back gently. "Now lets make some breakfast , okay?" she said as went to move around Tyler
But as she did, Tyler's hand suddenly shot out and landed a sharp smack on her left cheek, right where her ass met her thigh. Lilly yelped, jumping slightly at the unexpected contact. "Tyler!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and indignation
"That's my good girl," Tyler replied, a smirk playing on his lips. His hand immediately returned to her ass, cupping it.
Lilly seemed to let him grope her for a moment , her body going soft and pliant under his touch. "Tyler, you're going to get me in trouble," she said before moving to the kitchen.
I knew I should be mad but I couldn't deny I got incredible aroused watching Lilly letting Tyler strip her down and now serving my friends in her underwear again. I watched as she went to the fridge and started pulling out ingredients for breakfast. It was an older fridge that had the freezer on the top so she head to reach down low to open the bottom drawers.
Rather than crouch down low she bent at the waist, her ass sticking out as she stretched to reach the bottom drawer. Clearly, she was showing off for my friends, her pink thong barely containing her charms between her legs.
I noticed Steve, quickly hold his phone up, a sly grin on his face. I think he had just taken a picture of Lilly's ass without her noticing. Again, I felt like I should be mad but couldn't help but think the idea of one of her coworkers having a naughty picture of her was hot. I decided to keep watching.
Justin, who had been watching the scene unfold with a smirk, suddenly let out a low whistle. "Damn, Lilly You've got a great ass. You're gonna have to show us more of that later." He was leaning back in his chair, his eyes locked on her.
"Oh is that so? And what makes you think that?" Lilly replied, a playful lilt to her voice. She stood up straight with the food she had grabbed.
"Well it is a bachelor party weekend, isn't it?" Justin retorted. "And I think the boys deserve someone to strip for them."
Lilly rolled her eyes but I noticed the smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she placed the food on the counter. "Haven't I stripped enough?" She turned to face the guys, her hands on her hips, her crop top barely containing her full breasts. The way the fabric stretched over her chest made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. I could see the outline of her nipples, hard and erect, pressing against the thin material.
The sight of her like this—half-naked, serving my friends breakfast while they openly gawked—made my cock stir in my shorts. Part of me wanted to rush down there and claim her, remind everyone she was mine. But another part—the part that had gotten hard last night when she let Tyler touch her breasts—wanted to see how far she’d go.
"You are still wearing something - plus it's not a bachelor party without tits ," Steve chimed in from his corner of the kitchen. He was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Well there are definitely tits right here ," Lilly replied, a playful smirk on her face. She bent over slightly, giving Steve a clear view of her cleavage.
"You still have a top on, Lilly," Justin pointed out, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "That's not the same."
"Plus Adam's fiancée just said we couldn't hire a stripper. She didn't say anything about someone stripping for free," Steve continued, full of mischief.
Lilly laughed, shaking her head. "I suppose that is technically true." She leaned forward, her hands resting on the counter, and the pink crop top stretched taut over her breasts, the fabric barely containing her curves.
"But I'm not a stripper, am I?" she said, her voice playful.
Tyler, leaning against the wall, smirked, "No, you're not," he agreed. "But I can tell you still want to show off those big titties, don't you, Lilly?"
I could tell this bold of a comment caught Lilly off guard. She let out a nervous giggle, her eyes flicking around the room, searching for an escape. "Uhhhh, I-I don't know what you're talking about, Tyler," she stammered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink while Justin and Steve laughed.
Tyler just smirked, his eyes locked on hers. "You know you want to. You are loving all the attention. You're enjoying the way all the the eyes are glued to you, the way they're openly admiring your body. You're not a stripper, but you're giving them a show. Just now you were bending over to give us a good view of your ass. Last night you loved it when you let me touch your tits. You're not stupid, though. You know what you're doing."
Lilly looked dumbfounded , her cheeks flushing even pinker. Tyler was calling her out and even degrading her a little , but rather than fight back she seemed like she was enjoying it. I could see it in the way her lips parted slightly, the way she was pushing her chest out, and how her eyes darted between Tyler and the others. She wasn’t mad—she was turned on.
"Wait a second, you got to touch her tits last night?" Steve interjected, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Yea, Tyler, man, you didn't tell us you got to touch Lilly's cans last night!" Justin exclaimed.
Lilly's cheeks continued to be a flushed shade of pink. She let out a nervous laugh, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her crop top.
"It wasn't like that," she said, her voice barely audible. "I was just… drunk." She looked down at the floor, her fingers twisting the hem of her top nervously. I could see the blush on her cheeks deepening.
Tyler, however, seemed to take her words as a challenge. He pushed off from the wall, closing the distance between them. He reached out, his fingers tracing the neckline of her crop top. "You're not drunk now, though, are you?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. Before Lilly could respond, Tyler's hands shot up, cupping her breasts through her crop top. She gasped, her back arching slightly as Tyler's thumbs found her nipples, rubbing them gently.
"I never gave you permission to touch me for the whole weekend , Tyler," Lilly said, her voice breathy, her hands gripping the edge of the counter.
Tyler's smirk deepened. "Do you want me to stop ?" His voice was calm and steady, and it sent an electric jolt straight to my dick. Watching him grope my girlfriend was way hotter than listening through the door. I should have put a stop to it but I was frozen, watching my girlfriend—my *girlfriend*—let Tyler’s hands roam over her like she belonged to him.
"Ughhh," she gasped, her back arching slightly, pushing her chest out towards him as Tyler aggressively groped her breasts. Her nipples threatening to pop out of her top.
“Damn, can we at least get a turn?” Justin watched with envy.
“You’re going to get us all in trouble,” she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. Lilly let out a soft moan as he continued to grope her, his hands moving from her breasts to her ass, squeezing it firmly.
"Yea come touch this sluts tits ," Tyler said, looking at Justin and Steve.
Justin and Steve looked at each other and then at Lilly, who was now biting her lip, her eyes closed as Tyler moved behind her and continued to grope her ass .
"You heard the man," Steve said, standing up and moving towards Lilly.
She looked like putty in Tyler’s hands, her body language showing she would probably do whatever he asked.
Tyler smirked, his fingers still kneading her ass. "She wants us to," he said, his voice low and confident. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Don’t you, Lilly? You love the attention. You love when we touch you."
"Well it is a bachelor party after all," Lilly whispered, not fulling admitting she liked what was happening but not stopping it either.
Steve reached out, his hand cupping her left breast. Justin was quick to follow, his hand going to her right breast, mirroring Steve's actions. Lilly's eyes rolled back, her chest heaving as the two of them groped her while Tyler grabbed her ass.
"Fuck, Lilly, I can't believe I am touching your boob," Steve groaned, his fingers squeezing her breast firmly.
Steve and Justin's hands roamed over her breasts, their fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. The sight of my girlfriend being groped by my friends was both infuriating and incredibly hot. I should have put a stop to it, but I was frozen, my cock throbbing in my shorts as I watched the scene unfold. I wasn't sure where this was going to stop but then the sound of footsteps on the wooden porch shattered the moment. The door creaked open, and Adam, Zach, and Dave walked in - returning from golf.
The others stopped what they were doing and tried to get back to making breakfast. Lilly quickly pulled away from the boys and grabbed her sweatpants, pulling them back up. Steve and Justin moved to the table, trying to act casual, while Tyler leaned back against the counter, his hands in his pockets, a smug grin on his face. Lilly, however, looked flustered, her cheeks still flushed, her hair slightly disheveled. She quickly turned to the stove, busying herself with cooking, her back to the room. I could tell they were all flustered but other than the fact Lilly was in her panties they didn't seem to realize anything was happening.
Dave was the first to enter the kitchen. He raised his eyebrow, his eyes flicking between Lilly and the others. "Making breakfast in your underwear?" he asked, a playful lilt to his voice.
Lilly's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. "Well, it is a bachelor party after all," she cheerfully replied , trying to play it off. She turned back to the stove, her hands shaking slightly as she grabbed a pan from the cabinet. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she was trying to act casual. I knew she was flustered, embarrassed even, but there was something else there too. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Adam, Zach, and Dave exchanged glances, their eyes flicking between Lilly and the others. Zach, always the observant one, raised an eyebrow. "What did we miss?" he asked, his voice casual but curious.
Tyler, still leaning against the counter, smirked. "Oh, nothing much. Lilly was just making us all breakfast," his voice smooth.
I decided it was time to make my entrance I walked down the stairs, my bare feet making light noise on the wooden floor. "Hey, guys," I said, trying to keep my voice steady while I pretended nothing had happened. My eyes flickered to Lilly, who was now busying herself with the stove, her back to us. "I see Lilly is still in her underwear," I tried to be casual like it wasn't bothering me.
"I figured they have already seen me like this," Lilly said, her voice a little too bright, a little too forced. She didn't want to admit to me that she let Tyler talk her into or the fact that she had been enjoying it. I could tell she was trying to play it off as nothing, but her flushed cheeks and the way she kept glancing at Tyler gave her away.
"Well I don't mind if you don't