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If you haven’t already, I’d recommend reading the first two chapters for context.
Enjoy 🙂
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I tossed my travel bag onto the bed and glanced over at my closet, already runnin’ through what I might pack for the trip.
Ethan’s old high school friend, Theo, lived about three hours away and had invited us over for a few days. One of the only two friends Ethan’s got who ain’t knee-deep in church or postin’ Bible verses like they actually read ’em.
Speakin’ of church boys… That football bet was about a month back now, and we hadn’t really talked about it in detail. Not ’cause it hadn’t crossed my mind—it absolutely had—but ’cause it was such a turn on, and I didn’t quite know what to do with that.
Even if Ethan was into it, I still felt kinda mortified. I mean, folks I’d known my whole life saw me naked as a jaybird. And not a single one of ’em was shy about suckin’ on my nipples or fingering two orgasms outta me. Just thinkin’ on it had me blushin’ and squeezin’ my knees together.
And the worst part? I think I actually enjoyed the humiliation, because every time I thought about it, I got all hot and bothered like a weirdo.
That was a can of worms I wasn’t ready to open, yet.
Ethan’d been workin’ a lot lately, so it sure didn’t make it any easier to bring up. Plus, we hadn’t been to the boys’ Sunday hangout in weeks. Ethan kept choosin’ to do stuff with me instead. Little things, like drivin’ to the mall or catchin’ a movie after church.
He’d gotten more affectionate lately, always reaching for my hand or pullin’ me closer, but he hadn’t tried nothin’ past our usual kiss. I did catch his eyes driftin’ south more, lingering on my chest, less worried about gettin’ caught now.
Didn’t bother me none.
Ethan still talked in the guys’ group chat, but he hadn’t actually gone and seen anybody in person. You’d think he might be regrettin’ it, but this trip, and the way he lit up soon as I said I’d come, told me everything I needed to know.
He wanted to show me off to Theo.
’Cause right after, he goes, ‘Maybe bring your secret skimpy stuff. They got a pool.’
My secret skimpy stuff was a small box I kept shoved under my dresser. Couple bras, some decent underwear, a few low-cut tops, and that one red plaid bikini Mama would probably set on fire if she ever laid eyes on it. And if she caught so much as a glimpse of one of my thongs in the laundry, it’d be straight in the trash.
That woman stayed nosin’ around as though it was her meaning in life. Half the time, I swear she was in my room more than I was, pokin’ through my things soon as I stepped out of the house. Always claimed she was ‘just getting my laundry.’
Mhm. Sure.
And she’d been downright insufferable about the trip. Kept goin’ on and on about how I needed to sleep in my own room, as if I was a teenager. I’d been with Ethan four years. You’d think that’d count for somethin’. But no. Mama wanted a ring on my finger before any of that.
I’d promised her I would have my own room, but that was a big ol’ lie.
Of course I packed half my closet in case I felt like changin’. But to get outta the house, I kept it safe—jeans and an oversized T-shirt, plain as could be. Figured I could always swap into somethin’ better once I was in Ethan’s truck.
No sense givin’ Mama a heart attack on the way out the door.
After gettin’ Ethan’s text that he was here, I tossed my bag strap over my shoulder and headed down the hall. Mama was sittin’ at the dining room table with her late afternoon coffee, watching me over the rim as though she was supervisin’ a prison release.
“Have fun,” she said, flat as a board.
“See you in a few days,” I told her, tossing her a quick smile on my way past.
She looked downright annoyed that I was leaving.
Ethan’s truck was waitin’ in the driveway like a getaway vehicle. I slung my heavy bag into the back seat and climbed into the passenger side with a long sigh, like I’d gotten out of there by the skin of my teeth.
“I could’ve come in and got your bag,” he said, leanin’ over to press a quick kiss to my cheek. “She give you a lecture?”
I shook my head. “It’s fine. I didn’t want her interrogating you. And no… but she had those judgin’ eyes.”
Ethan snorted. “That’s just her face.” He shifted into reverse, tires crunchin’ over the gravel as we pulled out.
Soon as we hit the highway, I reached into the back and fished out a different top. I yank off my T-shirt and sat there in my pink pastel bra for a second. It fit me, but like most bras that weren’t full coverage, I had to be careful bendin’ over too much. Kinda wish my areolas were a smidge smaller.
I slipped on my navy blue tank, and Ethan glanced over, his eyes draggin’ before he snapped ’em back to the road.
It had a few buttons down the front for optional cleavage, and I left every last one of them open.
“That’s a good shirt,” he said, tryin’ real hard to keep his eyes on the lane.
I glanced down at my chest, my cross necklace resting right on top. “Mmhmm. I bet Theo’s gonna be lookin’.”
Ethan coughed, all stiff in the shoulders. “Probably.”
“I brought the bikini and all the other stuff, by the way,” I said, peekin’ over at him. “Figured you could tell me what you wanted me to wear. Wasn’t sure what level of skimpy you were hopin’ for.”
He nodded too quickly. “Uh. Good. Yeah. We can… figure it out later.”
This boy.
Half the time he didn’t have a clue what he wanted, and on the rare occasion he did figure it out, he was too shy to even talk about it.
We drove the rest of the way listenin’ to music and makin’ small talk about everything except the whole cuck thing. Or hotwife… hot girlfriend… whatever folks wanted to call it. I’d looked it up a little, but honestly, the more I learned, the more nervous I got—mostly ’cause of how much I enjoyed the idea.
It was like some drug I was tryin’ to quit cold turkey every time I made myself stop readin’ about it. I could feel myself leanin’ into the whole idea more and more. The showin’ off. The looks. The way Ethan got all starstruck every time he saw men droolin’.
Shoot, at this point I might’ve been a tad upset if he suddenly decided he wasn’t into it.
It felt nice, too. That spark of confidence growin’ in my chest.
Even if my tummy fluttered at times.
I was finally gettin’ past some of that mess I dealt with growin’ up, all the teasing and mean looks. That ain’t always easy to do, so yeah… I was feelin’ a little proud of myself. And sure, my girls were on the larger side, but that wasn’t nothin’ to be ashamed of.
Somewhere near the end, I must’ve dozed off, because the next thing I knew we were turning into a long paved driveway, the sun startin’ to dip. Ethan pulled off to the side of the garage and threw it in park, hoppin’ out quick and grabbin’ both our bags before I’d even gotten my door shut.
We headed up to the kinda-modern two-story house, and Ethan gave the door a couple knocks. Theo’s dad—James—answered. He looked just as I remembered: bald head, trimmed beard, a bit of a belly, and big ol’ strong arms. Always did remind me of a bear. Or a lumberjack.
First thing he did was drop his eyes to my cleavage, then jerked ’em right back up like maybe I hadn’t noticed.
“Come on in,” he said, puttin’ on a smile.
Ethan let me step in first and closed the door behind us. Theo came around the corner as Ethan dropped our bags and pulled him into a quick half-hug.
He hadn’t changed either. Baby-faced with that fresh buzz cut, lookin’ as if he marched off an army base.
“You made it,” Theo said to Ethan, looking over at me next. “Been a minute, Rose.”
“It has,” I said, smiling.
His eyes dipped for just a moment, same as his dad’s. But not near quick enough to keep me from catchin’ it.
Couldn’t exactly blame ’em. We’d met plenty of times before they moved and all, sure. But I’d never shown up with my boobs half hangin’ out my shirt like this.
Theo led us upstairs to our room, and we tossed our bags down by the bed. His dad had the grill goin’ out back, so it wasn’t long before we were all crowded around the porch table, diggin’ in.
The boys all popped open beers, and I grabbed one too. Mostly to look sociable, not ’cause I wanted it. I barely made it through the first, which was for the best. Last thing I needed was to start actin’ up in front of Theo’s dad.
They had a pool table out on the porch, so I plopped down in one of them campin’ chairs and watched ’em play for a couple hours. String lights hung overhead, castin’ that soft, honey-colored glow as the sky faded into dark. A mounted TV hummed in the background, some basketball game runnin’ as I sat there, legs stretched out, listenin’ to balls crack.
There was a nice-sized pool out back, with this waterfall tricklin’ into it. Didn’t look like we’d be swimmin’ tonight, but I was already plannin’ on it for tomorrow. Even if James was gonna be around. Funny thing—in my head, I hadn’t really pictured his dad bein’ here. No idea why, since it was his house and all.
I wasn’t sure if that made me wanna show off more or less. Havin’ James around definitely made it feel naughtier, though. He had to be in his mid forties at least.
That bikini was gonna have the poor man all worked up.
It almost felt mean.
I mostly scrolled through my phone, shiftin’ in my seat now and then just to make my boobs a little more obvious. Ethan did his best to pretend he didn’t notice them lookin’, but I knew he saw. And judgin’ by that subtle bulge in his jeans, I guess he enjoyed it, too.
It was like I was punishin’ him for always holdin’ back with me. Now he had to watch other men give me all the attention he was too shy to.
He did say the denial was what he liked about it, so I didn’t see a thing wrong with givin’ him a taste of what he wanted.
It didn’t take long before starin’ at my phone lost all its charm. My legs were stiff, and I was feelin’ restless… perhaps even a touch horny, if I was being honest. Funny thing was, I never used to be like that. Now you put me around a bunch of boys and suddenly my brain went straight to trouble.
With all three of ’em glancin’ my way, I pushed up outta the chair and stretched, arms overhead, lettin’ my back arch a bit. Then I wandered over right as they started rackin’ up for another game.
“Y’all got room for a fourth?” I asked, noddin’ toward the pool table.
Theo’s mouth curled into a grin. “Yeah, c’mon. You play, Rose?”
“Enough to embarrass myself,” I said with a smile.
James chuckled and passed me the cue. “Break it for us.”
I drifted into place at the table and bent down to line up the first shot.
That angle gave ’em one hell of a view straight down my tank.
And I knew it. So I leaned a little farther.
My shirt hung tight, gravity doin’ all the work. I could practically feel three sets of eyes burnin’ straight into me. My pastel pink bra was makin’ an appearance, sneakin’ out at the edge where my shirt dipped into that V.
Whoops.
I took my time, bitin’ my lip like I was really puzzlin’ over all that angles-and-physics business. Maybe even gave my butt a frustrated wiggle.
Then I flat-out whiffed, didn’t even come close to hittin’ the rack.
“Shoot,” I said, tryin’ to keep a straight face. “I’m so bad at this.”
Truth was, I was pourin’ it on—milkin’ the whole clueless-girl act ’cause I loved watchin’ all three of ’em stare like they couldn’t help themselves. I actually knew my way around a pool table, but if playin’ dumb got me extra attention?
I didn’t mind keepin’ it up.
The best part? Ethan knew damn well I was good at pool. He’d never beaten me, not a single time, and here I was puttin’ on a show.
James stepped up next to me. “Here—lemme show you. You wanna square your shoulders, like this.”
He slid in close behind me, all manners, but in the end, his crotch landed right up against my backside. His big hand wrapped around mine on the cue stick while the other pointed out the line for the shot.
Somewhere behind us, Ethan went dead silent.
Didn’t even have to look—I could feel his eyes glued to where James and I were pressed together.
James cleared his throat. “Just… nice and easy. Like that.”
I leaned in more, pushin’ my butt right up against him.
Purely for balance, of course.
The break knocked one clean into the pocket.
I popped up, all smiles. “I did it!”
“There you go,” James said, sounding a bit too proud.
“Wait! I went twice,” I said, glancin’ around at them like I was in trouble
Theo let out a laugh. “It’s all good. First one’s a freebie.”
We kept on with the game, swapping turns, laughing. After a while, I glanced down at my boobs. And there it was. My right areola peekin’ out, plain as day. The bra color made it slightly less obvious, but not enough to hide it from anybody payin’ attention. Not a single one of the boys said a word. I couldn’t even guess how long it’d been like that, and to tell the truth, I didn’t bother fixin’ it.
Naturally, I didn’t win that round—or the next two, for that matter.
“Well… I tried,” I said, shruggin’.
Ethan shot me an expression that let me know he saw right through all my theatrics. He was lovin’ it.
James’ hand brushed slow across my lower back as he passed by. “Good job, honey,” he said, tossing the guys a lazy two-finger salute. “I’m heading to bed. Y’all behave yourselves. I’ll see ya in the morning.”
Ethan propped his cue on the wall, nodding. “Yeah, it’s time for us to hit the sack,” he said, slurrin’ just a touch.
They’d been knockin’ back beers all night, so pretty much everyone but me was tipsy.
Theo gave a big stretch. “Same, I’m calling it too. Had an early shift this morning before you got here.”
I fanned myself, cheeks bit flushed from the heat—or maybe the attention. “Lord, I need a shower. Isn’t it supposed to get cooler once the sun goes down?”
Theo snuck one last glance at my boobs before meetin’ my eyes. “There’s a shower in y’all’s room. Feel free to use it.”
“I think I will,” I said, flashin’ him a smile.
Ethan and I traveled upstairs, and soon as we got in the room, that chill mood from the porch vanished. He busied himself with his phone by the bed, while I dug around in my bag for pajamas and a comb, neither of us sayin’ anything.
I cleared my throat, clutchin’ my things to my chest. “I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick.”
He nodded, his eyes meetin’ mine for a split second before he glanced away again.
Why was he acting all shy now? Downstairs he looked like he was about to make a mess in this pants if I kept it up.
I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. The moment it clicked, I let out a breath and tossed my stuff on the counter.
Peelin’ off my tank, I caught my reflection—bra sittin’ crooked, still having a nipple slip. I twisted the knob and let the water heat up, steam risin’ slow while I wrangled my curly hair into a messy bun.
I’d really been showin’ off tonight. Leanin’ over that table, shirt hangin’ low, takin’ my sweet time like I was all innocent. Now that the adrenaline was wearin’ off, embarrassment crept in, especially thinkin’ about Theo’s dad standing right there watchin’.
My bra and thong hit the floor and I stepped under the spray, lettin’ the hot water drum against my shoulders, rinsin’ away the sweat. I probably stood there a solid thirty minutes, keepin’ my hair piled up out of the way—last thing I needed was to be fightin’ a lion’s mane in the mornin’.
When I finally stepped out, I toweled off, then slid into my purple silk shorts and that tiny spaghetti-strap top that barely fit right. It showed some stomach… mostly ’cause my boobs were a tad much for it. The fabric clung to every curve just right, and dang if it wasn’t cute as all get-out.
Ethan better notice… ’cause I did not put this on for nothin’.
The room was mostly dark, just a small puddle of lamplight on the nightstand. Ethan was already shirtless stretched out in bed, waitin’ on me. I padded over and crawled into the mattress next to him, jumpin’ under the blanket.
“How you doin’?” I mumbled.
Ethan kept his eyes on the ceiling, but he smiled. “I’m good. Today was a good time. I’m a little drunk.”
I nudged him with my elbow. “You saw that wardrobe malfunction, right?”
He laughed under his breath. “Oh, everyone saw.”
I rolled over to face him, lips pushed out in a pout. “You oughta be proud of me. Go ahead—tell me how great I am. I saw that bulge, so don’t even try to act like you didn’t enjoy it.”
Ethan blinked, caught off guard, and rolled onto his side. “Wait—what? You could see it?”
“Yeah, I saw the outline. Don’t worry, it really wasn’t that obvious. I doubt anyone else noticed.”
They were too busy gawkin’ at me.
He just kept staring. “Okay…”
Ethan kept looking at me with that funny expression, so I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back right away—our tongues slid together, and whatever awkwardness was left disappeared.
He was a whole lot more passionate than usual, probably all riled up from the night and that little bit of liquid courage in his system.
When I pulled back, I was already smirkin’. “What if tomorrow we go swimmin’, and I ‘forget’ to tie my bikini top tight enough? Maybe pop up outta the water a little too fast and, you know, have a tiny accident—right in front of Theo?”
His whole face lit up. “You’d actually do that?”
I grinned and gave him a nod. “Yup. Sounds fun to me.”
Ethan kissed me again, a big goofy smile on his face. “You’re so hot. I love you.”
Well, I’ll be damned. He’d never straight-up called me hot to my face before. Beautiful, gorgeous… sure. But that word? That one hit different.
I laughed, brushin’ my nose against his. “Love you too.”
Then he got brave. “So… Can I suck on your boobs before we fall asleep?”
Look at him, finally askin’ for what he wanted. Part of me almost caved… but I knew what he was really after.
He wanted me to tell him no.
“Nope,” I teased, shaking my head. “You haven’t earned suckin’ privileges yet, mister.”
He groaned, all dramatic. “You’re gonna keep torturin’ me, huh?”
“Mm-hmm,” I replied, stretching out on my back, grinnin’ up at the ceiling. “You better get comfortable with it. Pretty sure I want at least one more guy to suck on them before you.”
“Fine.” He rolled over and clicked off the light—not mad or nothin’, just acceptin’ it. “Let’s get some sleep. I’m excited about the pool tomorrow.”
Denial was exactly what he was after.
I lay there for ages, couldn’t sleep worth a damn. Ethan must’ve dozed off, but he was restless as hell, tossin’ and turning every few minutes. Truth was, I was flat-out horny. I kept thinkin’ about touching myself, tried to ignore it, but eventually my hand crept down the front of my shorts anyway.
As I was about to get down to business, Ethan piped up outta nowhere.
“I’m thirsty,” he groaned. “That food was salty.”
Pretty sure it was more the alcohol than the food.
I slowly pulled my hand back out. “Want me to go downstairs and grab a few water bottles?”
Ethan flicked the lamp to the lowest setting. “Please.”
I tossed the blanket aside and scooted over, but paused at the edge when my feet hit the wood floor. “Should I put somethin’ else on? This is pretty skimpy.”
He shot upright so fast it nearly startled me. “You should do it naked.”
Jesus, with him starin’ at me all wide-eyed and grinnin’, I didn’t stand a chance. He was downright adorable when he got this excited. Honestly, if he acted like that more often, I’d let him talk me into about anything.
Not gonna lie, strippin’ down all the way made me a tad nervous, but I’d do it for him.
“I reckon I can handle that,” I said, gettin’ up slow.
Ethan was right there beside me, lookin’ like a kid about to open a Christmas present as we made our way to the door.
He peeked out, double-checkin’ the hallway, while I shimmied outta my pajamas. He didn’t say a thing about what I was wearin’—didn’t even seem to care. It would’ve been just as fun with what I had on… Bein’ completely naked was actually kinda scary.
What would I even do if I ran into Theo or his dad?
All that boldness from the pool table already worn off. Plus, this was a big step up from flashin’ a little areola.
I was standin’ there, arms crossed tight over my nipples and coverin’ down below, nerves rattlin’ around in me like pennies in a mason jar. “You sure about this?”
Ethan waved me on, barely lookin’. “Yeah, just go get a couple water bottles and come right back. Everybody’s knocked out.”
“If his dad comes out, I’m seriously gonna die,” I mumbled.
“Trust me, his dad’s out cold. Once he’s been drinking, nothing short of a gunshot’s getting that man up,” Ethan said. “And don’t go coverin’ yourself, neither.”
I blew out a shaky breath and dropped my hands. Ethan’s palm pressed against my lower back, helpin’ me out the door faster.
Lord help me.
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Who is Rose going to run into while in the kitchen?
? James (Theo’s dad)
Or
? Theo
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