20 Questions

Chapter 85

Hunter

"Babe, are you almost ready? We're not gonna make it to your parents' house in time to watch the ball drop if you don't hurry up," I yell through the bathroom door.

Jenna locked me out of the bathroom after I groped her for the twentieth time. She can't really blame me though with the way her tits looked in that damn black pushup bra and her matching black lace panties. She told me that I was going to have to wait until we got home for any action.

Bullshit.

"Stop being dramatic, it's only eight," she yells back.

She's right, but I am growing increasingly impatient to see her all made up. Ten minutes and forty sprays of hairspray later, I hear the bathroom door unlock. When she opens the door, I nearly bust a nut in my pants at the sight of her. She is wearing a gold sequined shirt that hugs her lean body and her tits look mouthwatering as they peek out the top. Her black skirt is short and is just asking for me to slide my hands up it. Her black high heels elongate her perfect legs. She is definitely going to be keeping those on when I fuck her tonight. Her long blonde hair is curled and wildly sexy and it looks like she spent extra time on her makeup. She looks most beautiful to me without all that stuff on her face, but she does look pretty incredible with it on tonight. She turns around in a circle, giving me a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of her sexiness.

"Jesus," I pant. "There's no way I am going to be able to wait until we get back home. I'm hard right now and I haven't even touched you. Can't I just lift that skirt up a little bit and bend you over the sink?"

"No, sir. You are going to have to wait until we get back home. I've put too much effort into my hair and makeup for you to mess it up."

"I won't touch your hair. Seriously, I won't pull on it like I normally do. Plus, my hands won't touch your face. I'll keep them below your waist or maybe just on these," I say, pushing up her luscious tits.

She swats my hands and tells me to keep them to myself. I can't believe she is really going to make me wait when she has the nerve to walk out looking this enticing. My balls are going to be bluer than my eyes by the end of the night. She bends over to grab her purse, her ass in the air. She is torturing me, trying to kill me and she knows damn well what she is doing. I am practically drooling on myself when she turns around.

"What?" she asks.

"This is not fair," I pout.

"Fair is the thing that comes to town once a year and has corndogs and carnival rides. You will be fine." She laughs and walks out of the room, her hips swaying in the most erotic way. I stare at that ass the whole time she is in front of me, tormenting myself even more.

On the drive over, I have run my hand up her thigh and under her skirt twenty times. She pushes it down, but one time at a stoplight, she did let me run my fingers over her panties. She is soaking wet so I don't know why she is teasing the both of us. I admire her will power, but I don't like it.

We pull up to her parents' house and everybody is already there. When we walk in, I see that Bryson has brought his girlfriend. Jenna reminds me that her name is Molly. I feel like I should write it down on my hand. Helen and Patrick are sitting on the couch, glasses of champagne in hand. Helen wears a short black dress that she is finally starting to fill out. Patrick is practically drooling as he watches her talk to Jenna. Jenna told me about the conversation she had at the food court with Helen and made me promise not to say anything. Bad move. I'm terrible at keeping secrets, especially when I drink. Rich and Piper rush over to us and give us a big hug. Piper looks darling in her gold dress and plastic New Year's Eve tiara. Rich has on a cardboard hat that he tells Piper makes him look like a pimp. The guy is hilarious.