Little Problems

Chapter 5

The awkward silence had never been louder, a thick veil of uncertainty, confusion and slight attraction swamped the room. The boys didn't know what to think. The team wasn't even meant to meet tonight, but Owen had called for a last-minute report at his house, of all places. It had been ages since they'd visited their leader's house, usually meeting at Nathan's, Kota's or Victor's- granted his evil parents weren't at home. But never at Owen's. Even though his was the nicest and most convenient with the home theatre, massive kitchen, garden and pool, he never seemed to want to meet them there and they never knew why. Of course now they did. The blond bombshell in front of them was why.

Kota didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think. Of course when his team lead and close friend called a last minute meeting at his house, he had his suspicions, but he never thought he'd be keeping a secret so big. Well not big, this girl was tiny. And beautiful. "Uhm," He broke the silence that was incredibly rare for this group of boys, "It's nice to meet you too, I'm Kota Lee but-" he struggled not to look at her lower region, "you can just-uhm- call me Kota."

Sang smiled fleetingly, her hands scrambling to try and pull up her tight, tight jeans. She would burn these jeans. "I'm Sang."

He nodded slightly, dazed, "Yeah. You," he paused to glance down at her pants- or lack thereof- once again, clearing his throat from the heavy feeling at the back of it, "You mentioned that."

Sang cry-laughed a beat struggling immensely with her jeans. Owen had helped her put them on before her mission -and god he made it look so easy- because her hands were still tied from her punishment. She was never getting that orgasm now. "I- uh-"

"Sang." A voice cut in, Owen's beautiful, stupid face appearing in the doorway with a broader, muscly, red-head following him in behind. Nathan was confused when he heard the loud ruckus from the other room suddenly come to a halt but understood his brothers' silence when he glimpsed at the beauty stood in the room with her pants around her ankles. Those panties could silence a gospel-choir.

Owen wasn't at all confused. Sang's home. "You're home already." He faked surprise, though that wasn't much different from his normal expression. Glancing down he added, "Without any pants on. How many times have I told you to wear pants?"

He strode over to her, ignoring the still frozen faces of his team, knowing they'd act like this when they met her. It was just an added bonus for them that her pants were around her ankles. Bending down, Owen hooked the loops on her jeans and pulled them up her legs like one would a child, Sang jumping a bit at the end when they were all the way up. The manoeuvre looked practiced, and Sang's little pout at the end completed the ensemble. It was adorable. "You've met the boys then?"

"Oh yeah, we've had a nice little chat about the weather, I offered them a drink and we're about to chat about whether my underwear is a nice shade of pink or not, Owen." She slapped his chest slightly, her anger forcing her out of the Little Daze she'd been forced into when he dressed her. "My pants are around my ankles and they can see my little princess panties because I didn't know about the little rendezvous that you thought was a good-"

"Don't be naughty, brat," He interrupted her, pulling her to him harshly by her hips and speaking in quiet tones so only she could hear, "do you want to cum tonight or not?"

"Uhm," A voice called out, halting the sexual tension rising between the couple, "I think they're a nice shade of pink." The boy had long, shaggy, blond hair and a thoughtful look graced his face as he looked down at her crotch. "Just thought I'd mention now-"

"Nah, I think a nice Orange would-"

A loud slap and two simultaneous groans echoed in the room, stopping the invasive comments before Sang could get annoyed. "Idiots." The large boy grumbled, his scowl deepening.