Charlotte’s special gift for Christmas – part 1

I couldn’t resist standing and turning to face the stairs to give Charlotte a look at my cum covered face and tits. After the longest pause I felt I could get away with, I grabbed my shirt and began wiping Thomas’s cum from me. I kept my head down as I did, resisting the urge to see if she was still watching.

When I finished, I rolled the shirt into a ball and dropped it on the floor, picked my skirt up and shimmied back into it. I put Thomas’s shirt over my tits and turned to see he had moved and slipped his pants back on.

He got up and put his arms around me and whispered in my ear, “Damn that was hot.”

“It’s been a long time since we had that kind of fun.” I paused, then decided to try to bring up something I’d been trying to discuss lately, “You know Thomas, we should…”

“Let’s have more fun.” He interrupted.

Pulling away from me he made to sit on the couch, when he spoke loudly “Hey,  Emily you hear something?”

Trying not to laugh I began to turn around, “Yeah, I thought I heard something on the stairs.”

“Shit, is it Charlotte?” he gasped.

Thomas did such a good job of sounding serious, I had to pause to make sure I could keep my voice steady and managed to blurt out, “Jesus, I hope not, damn, what is she seeing us?”

“I… ah, never mind,” he waved his hand, “I think I just saw that dumb plant in the mirror up there, always looking like a person crouching.”

Thomas put his head down and plopped down on the couch next to him. I gave him a huge kiss, “What a perfect touch!” I laughed, “I love it when you’re twisted.”

*****

“So you think she’s playing with herself thinking about us?” I asked from the corner of the couch, where I was reading a magazine.

Well more accurately, trying to concentrate on the latest issue of People. It wasn’t easy as my mind kept drifting back to our hot little scene from a half hour ago.

“You already asked me that.” Thomas said from the other side of the couch where he was watching the sports center. “And I said I bet she is.”

“That doesn’t get you hot?”

“Yes,  Emily it does, but I’m not going to keep thinking about it.”

“Sor-ry!” I snapped, “Are you back in boring mode?”

Thomas sighed and didn’t answer right away. I’d been teasing him a lot lately that the two of us had been too settled down for too long and should spice things up by inviting a little company, as we used to refer to it, over. Figuring he was going to ignore me, as he usually did, when I brought up the subject, I started to look back down at the magazine, but stopped as he spoke.

“Actually smart-ass, I said I wasn’t thinking about that. What I have been wondering is…” he gave me a wicked grin, “Is it if she’s listened outside our door or caught us in the pool.”

“Ooh.” I cooed, “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I’ve thought of her crouching outside our door, hearing us fucking the shit out of each other and maybe touching herself. Better yet, her bedroom window does overlook the pool and you and I did a lot of late night skinny dipping this past summer.”

“So maybe this wasn’t the first time?”

“Who knows, but I bet it’s the best view she’s ever gotten.” He laughed.

“She seems so sweet though, think it’s an act?” I asked.

“Not at all. Her parents were pretty damn strict and as pretty as she is, you ever see her around guys? She’s shy and nervous.” Thomas shrugged, “But I bet she’s curious and I wouldn’t be surprised if she watches porn and wonders.” He laughed, “I think we might be the closest she’s gotten.”

“Nah,” I waved my hand at him, “She was dating that kid Bob for almost a year, I doubt he’d have stuck around if she hadn’t given him something.”

“I don’t know, she’s a hot little thing, he might have waited and was probably screwing someone else. In fact didn’t she find that out?”

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded, “Poor little thing was in tears for days.” I paused then asked, “After you acted like we’d seen her, you think she’ll be embarrassed around us, or play it off?”