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A football bet leads to a new meaning for 'Heads or Tails".
I hadn't gone all week so it felt good to do a little work and get a little sweat going. As I showered, however, I started to get nervous again, mostly because trying to come to some kind of understanding with Ashley would be a big step into the unknown. I didn't know in which direction things could turn. At the same time, I knew I couldn't avoid the confrontation any longer. I could only hope for the best.
I entered the condo and closed the door. I didn't hear either Geoff or Ashley, so I wondered if anyone else was home. I put my things in my bedroom and searched the kitchen and living area. Nothing. I said, "Geoff? Ash? Anyone home?"
"Jay, is that you?" It was Ashley's voice.
"Yeah... I didn't hear you before so I didn't think you were home. Where are you?"
"I'm in my bedroom. I'm just... uh... changing."
I thought I caught a hitch or something in Ashley's voice, but I didn't think anything of it then. I said, "Where's Geoff?"
"He said he had to go take care of something... I don't know where, he wouldn't tell me anything."
"Huh... that's weird," I said. And it definitely was, especially after what he had said to me this morning. What could he possibly be up to?
Ashley said, "Yeah, I know. Listen Jay, about last week..."
I tensed up. "Yeah?"
"I... think we need to talk about it. When I get done in here...we should talk."
Now I was really nervous. She sounded so... serious. It wasn't like her. I just said, "OK", and sat down on the couch.
I think it took 15, maybe 20 minutes, but it seemed like forever. I got up and paced the living room a couple of times, hoping it would help calm me down... but it didn't. I wanted to ask her to hurry up, but that didn't seem like the smartest thing to say, so I held my tongue.
At long last, I heard Ashley's bedroom door open. I could hear the clacking of what sounded like high heels on the wooden floor. I had just enough time to wonder why Ashley would be wearing high heels when we were about to have a serious discussion. Then she turned the corner into the living room... and I was incapable of any further rational thought.
Ashley sauntered in like she owned the place. Her high heel shoes were jet black. Other than that, she wore nothing else but the sexiest of lingerie, and very little of that; black bikini bottoms tinged with red lace and a black and red bra that offered a fantastic view of her ample cleavage. The bra appeared to be strained to nearly its breaking point as it tried to hold in the wonders that were Ashley's breasts. She slowly sashayed towards me, her movements demanding I stare at her curvy, shapely legs leading up to the thin triangle of fabric that just did hide her world from me. She had a naughty little smirk on her face and a definite hunger in her eyes. I was enthralled. This beautiful woman, this absolute angel, was walking toward me like this; I almost had to remember to breathe, so stunning she was.
She reached me and gently tugged on my shirt collar, imploring me to stand up. When I did so, she didn't say anything, just tracing her finger from my lips, down my chest, across my lower waist and just above my crotch, and back up to the back of my neck, that crooked little smile of hers never leaving her face. She then grabbed to bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it upwards, and I raised my arms to make it easier for her to remove it from my body. Her breath caught a little as she looked at my muscular chest and defined abs. She gently ran her fingers down my naked torso, down my sides and then placed her hands firmly on my ass and squeezed. Her soft touch was sensuous and electric, stiffening my manhood even more than it already was. She softly exhaled and leaned in closer, close enough to push her boobs against my chest. I inhaled deeply and revelled in her feminine scent. She whispered in my ear, "I wanted to find a way to make it up to you for last week."
I swallowed hard and looked deep into her eyes, and said the only thing my brain could think up at the time.