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Dressed In Panties In Public
(Scarlett Steele)

The knock at Sia's door startles me as I'm trying to get the apartment ready for her return tonight. I haven't had any sexy action in a while and I'm rearing to go. I even didn't jack-off to save my cum for her. When I deny myself for a length of time the orgasm is so much better. I want some good pussy action and I'm looking forward to seeing Sia walk through the door. In fact, I'm sporting a semi-boner when I open the door because I was half expecting it to be her. I'm in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts with no shirt.



"Hi there, Alex," Rita says as she waltzes in by me. She's Sia's friend and comes around every so often. She's a looker with flaxen blonde hair that hangs down half way over her back. She's athletic, not like Sia who doesn't have an athletic bone in her body. Her rack juts out in the athletic bra, her mid-drift showing creamy skin that glistens when she moves. 



"Rita, Sia's not here," I say as my eyes can't help but wander over her curvy body. It's no secret that Rita had a crush on me when Sia and I first started dating. She told me on more than one occasion she was there for me if Sia ever wasn't. 



My phone rings and before I can say anything to Rita I hold up my finger and answer it because it's Sia. 



"I stopped at my parents. I'm staying the night here," Sia says.



"No, baby. I am ready for you," I say. I sound like a whiny kid wanting candy.



"No, I'm staying here. You can be without me for another night or two," Sia says in the phone. She sounds irritable. I'm pissed now because we were talking two nights ago about how much we missed each other, and she made all these promises when she came home. My cock is counting on it.



"Please come home tonight. I need you," I whisper into the phone. I don't want Rita to hear.



Sia blows out a breath. "Alex, get a hold of yourself. It's not all about sex. I don't feel like coming home tonight," she says.



"Fine," I say more gruffly than I should have. But I'm frustrated as hell now. She gets in these moods every once in a while, for no damn reason. I grit my teeth and set my phone on the table and return to Rita.



"What's wrong? You two have a tiff?" Rita asks.



I scratch my head. "Nah. She's staying over at her parents' home. I was planning a romantic evening," I say. 



Rita lifts her nose, smelling the spaghetti I have cooking in the kitchen. "Seems ashamed to waste good spaghetti," she says and grins.