Hooking Nash

Quick Release

NASH

I watched as Kennedy hurried up the escalator to catch up to Josh and Sammy. Her hips swayed back and forth as she walked, all while her tight jeans showcased her perfectly round ass. I was pissed that Josh was taking her out for dinner even though I knew I didn't have a right to be. She was gorgeous, more so now than she had been growing up. I had always found her attractive, but she had really come out of her shell in college. She had since developed the self-confidence that went along great with her beauty.

Still, Kennedy didn't realize how stunning she was. That the way she carried herself, confident but with a touch of innocence made her even more attractive. It was apparent to me that other men had noticed her too. I cursed myself for not reaching out to her yesterday. I could and should have been the one taking her out tonight. Not Josh fucking Sampson.

"Fuck," I groaned as I turned to head outside to the car that was waiting for me by the side entrance to take me home.

What if Sampson made a fucking move and she went for it?

He was obviously into her and he hadn't even seen what I had Friday night. The way she had moved in her tiny pajamas. Her toned legs, perfect ass, and the perky boobs with the nipples staring out at me. I groaned again and picked up my speed. I was getting even more pissed at Josh, and to make matters worse I was also getting a hard-on just thinking about Kennedy and what I wanted to do to her.

Fucking Josh Sampson.

I was pushing through the door to the outside when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to see Amy, one of the girls that worked the floor in the downstairs restaurant during the games, staring up at me with a hopeful look in her light brown eyes. She was a good looking girl of average height but with a very curvy body. She had the kind of figure that Playboy magazine would pay good money to feature as their centerfold. I had hooked up with her a couple of times in the past.  It had been decent. She had a nice rack and could do some pretty amazing things with that mouth of hers.

"Great game, Nash," she said in her high-pitched voice and flung her long blonde salon-colored hair over her shoulder.

"Thanks."

She didn't let go of my arm when I went to walk past her, instead she held on tighter and began to run her hand slowly down my arm and over to my chest. The look she gave me from underneath her dark eyelashes was an attempt at seduction. It used to work on me, but now it felt a little stupid. I was, however, sexually frustrated from thinking about Kennedy and walking around with a semi hard-on all weekend. I knew Amy would be a sure thing. She would let me fuck her in a second.

"What are you up to?" I asked her.

"Heading home. Do you want to come along, hot stuff?"

I cringed at the name and I was about to tell her no way when my eyes caught sight of her hand.  She was slowly pulling down the zipper on her jacket, displaying her large round tits. I knew dressing like that helped her make good tips, because guys—like me—enjoyed looking at them, and as shallow as that may sound, it was also true.

My thoughts flashed to Kennedy and the way she had hurried up the escalator, her hips swaying. But then I realized why she did that, and Josh's face appeared next to hers in my mind.

"Nash?" Amy continued to run her hand teasingly down my chest, over my stomach and over my semi-hard dick. "Are you coming?"

"Sure," I heard myself say. Coming sounded like a great idea, pun intended.

Amy grabbed a hold of me as soon as we got through the door to the rundown apartment she shared with two roommates. None of whom were home, thankfully. Amy pulled on my jacket, and as soon as she got it off she pushed me towards her bed. She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her voluptuous body against mine.