I let myself out of my bedroom, quietly coming down the stairs until I make it to the kitchen. The closer I get, the louder the men’s voices become, and I can easily pick out the deep ring of Brand’s baritone. The handsome trucker lets out a low chuckle as my mom’s pathetic boyfriend fusses about losing yet another round. Then, Mr. Danner says something unintelligible from this distance, and that Southern drawl makes my legs quiver and my panties go damp. I never thought that it would be possible to be so attracted to someone’s accent, but here we are.
Stopping at the doorway, I pat my hair and make sure that my curls aren’t flying all over the place one final time before stepping inside the kitchen. The other men hardly pay any attention as I come in, aside from grunting something unintelligible as they continue to paw at their chips. But Brand’s head immediately shoots up and those blue eyes follow my curvy form as I prance into the kitchen.
“Heya,” I purr. “How are you guys?”
The other men continue counting their money, thinking only about dollar signs, but Brand’s gaze flares as he looks my way.
“Hey Janie,” he says in a low voice. “I’m good. How are you?”
I titter softly and smile at him.
“I’m great, Mr. Danner.” The handsome man is unable to tear his eyes off my curves, even as a new hand is dealt. That aquamarine gaze is eating me up, and I wonder how he’s going to play at all, seeing that he’s hardly glanced at his cards.
Well, I might as well make it worth his while then. Giggling softly once more, I open the refrigerator door and pull out a cold drink before closing it. Then, my eyes go wide and I let out a quiet gasp as I “pretend” to drop something. Of course, there’s nothing. I’m looking at thin air like an actress doing a green screen scene. But then, I bend down to pick the nonexistent item up, making sure to lean over slowly so that my v-neck gapes open, and Brand lets out a harsh grunt. Oh yeah, this man just got a look at my tits, and I wiggle a bit, letting my girls swing.
“Fuck,” Brand grunts, his hands shaking now as he holds his cards.
Jerry glances at him.
“You okay, buddy?” my mom’s boyfriend asks. “You’re sweating. You want me to turn up the A/C?”
“Naw,” Brand manages in a choked voice. “I’m good. Just need a sip of my beer.”
I giggle again, wiggling my shoulders once more so that my breasts sway. They’re Double D’s and look like mounds of pure cream tipped with ruby red nipples. Not only that, but I jiggle around a little more so that one literally pops right out of the big v-neck, my bud already swollen and stiff. Brand grunts again, his hips bucking a bit in his chair, and I let out another soft titter.
“Dude, are you okay?” Jerry inquires again, his brow scrunched up. “It’s your turn to bid.”
Brand mutters something unintelligible, and I laugh to myself because I know he’s got to be fighting hard to keep himself from getting up and bending me over the closest hard surface. Then, I up the ante even more. I pull my other tit out and then bring my arms close together and cross them under my breasts so that they’re pressed up and out, like an offering to the handsome man.
That’s when Brand can’t take it anymore. He gets up in a rush, his chair screeching across the linoleum, before stalking out of the room.
“What’s his problem?” old Tommy asks.
“Did he just go for a leak?” another dude chimes in.
Jerry nods, his wizened face creasing.
“Yeah, it’s the beer,” he announces. “I got that new ale from Pennsylvania that fills up your bladder like a water balloon. Brand’s just feeling the effects. Hope he doesn’t get piss on my bathroom floor because he looked like he was ready to fucking explode,” Jerry adds.
I roll my eyes at Jerry’s vulgarity, but what do you expect? The old geezer will always be gross. Besides, it’s clear to me Brand went to the bathroom not to relieve himself, but probably to rub one out. Good. Smiling to myself, I tuck myself back in before standing and smoothing down my t-shirt. Then I stroll out of the kitchen, calling out a sweet “goodnight” like nothing’s the matter.
But sure enough, when I pass the first floor bathroom, I hear some desperate groans as well as the sound of flesh beating on flesh. Brand’s using his hand, I can tell, and I press my thighs together hotly before letting out another soft giggle and climbing up the stairs. Mission accomplished! That man definitely wants me, and I’ll bet he was so aroused that he blows a load in our guest bathroom. Mentally, I make a note to check for wadded-up tissue in the trash after he leaves. It’s gross, I know, but I love knowing that a man’s exploded because I’ve been a bad girl. I’m Janie Mulgrew, after all, and I have a naughty mind and a curvy, saucy body that I don’t hesitate to flaunt for my own purposes.