“Oh, shit, sorry. I mean I wasn’t looking at anything just the dress, its…”
“Forget it,” Tammy waved him off. “How about I go get you the Thera-flu? You can take a dose and go to sleep,” she giggled. “You know, after you ease some tension.”
“I said I’m fine.”
“Fine, you’re fine. Question is how fine is she, and you going to see her again?”
“I’ll never see her again,” Jimmy’s normally mild brown eyes flashed with uncharacteristic anger. “I’ll never see any of those people again.”
“Whoa, what happened?” Tammy tried to grab his hand, but he pulled it away. “They do something shitty to you? I’ll go there right now, and I’ll smack that bitch right in the…”
“Good night, Tammy, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“But…hey!” she yelped when he slammed the door in her face.
She heard the lock click and his floor creak as he walked away from the door.
“Jeez, talk about a buzz killer.” Tammy mumbled, wondering what had gone wrong.
She raised her hand to knock again, then decided against it. If they’d done something mean to him, or he’d somehow made a fool of himself, that was what was making him mad, and her trying to get him to talk would make it worse.
But something like that wouldn’t explain him being all red and sweaty, and if he didn’t feel well why was he jacking off?
“Boys,” Tammy replied aloud as she turned and walked down the hall to her bedroom. It would take more than not feeling well to stop an 18-year-old guy, especially a sexually frustrated one from needing to get off.
Maybe the girl that invited him got him all hot and bothered, then shut him down, cock teasing him. That would make him mad and humiliated but need to get it out of his system. Hot and bothered enough to be staring at his sister’s rack.
But he couldn’t do that if she weren’t flaunting it so she couldn’t be too mad at him. Tammy entered her room, closing the door behind her, and making her way carefully over to her bed to turn on the lamp next to her bed.
She tossed the shoes into her open closet, then walked over to stand in front of the mirror over her bureau. Still feeling the effects of the weed and JD, she smiled at her reflection then puckered her full red lips and blew a kiss to herself.
“Hey, baby,” she purred. “You like what you see?”
She touched her chest, and feigned a look of shock.
“What, you want to see my titties? That’s very forward of you sir,” she giggled. “But okay!”
She grabbed the hem of the dress and after slowly pulling it up over her hips, revealing her black thong, she pulled it quickly up over her head and tossed it to the floor. She hopped up and down, smiling at the way her big tits jiggled, then cupped them.
“I know, they are amazing, aren’t they?” she asked. “Yes, they’re real, look.” She lifted, then dropped her heavy breasts making them bounce. “Fake tits don’t move like that, baby!”
“You want to suck on them?” Tammy stroked her large, deep pink nipples. She gasped. “You want to fuck them?”
She pressed them together. “Maybe I can help more?” she lowered her head and flicked her tongue at the imaginary cock sliding between her tits.
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