“Hey, Kell.” He looked a bit self-conscious. She could tell
from the way he was hunched over, and how he made sure his jacket hung out a
bit from his middle, that he was already sporting a hard-on.
“Hey, Mike.” Her tone was flat.
“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out, and, um…”
Kell made a little sigh, turned, and beckoned him inside as
she walked back to her living room. “You can play with yourself, but I’d really
like it if this visit wasn’t just that.”
“Oh, thank you!” he said, his voice thick with relief.
“After last time, you seemed like you were getting fed up.” Despite his words,
he was already undoing his belt as he closed the door behind him. He
practically raced after her, barely getting himself positioned in front of her
couch before his pants fell to his ankles, and he dropped back onto the
cushion.