JOE
"Hey the last time we saw you it was two years ago and you had blonde hair down to your...ass." I trailed off.
Shit, she was hot. I mean Bess was always hot but damn two years had made her a perfect 10, maybe even an 11. If my cock was anything to go by she was an angelic 15.
It had been months since I had gotten any. I'd had a nasty shock when I got the clam just after Christmas. I got it all cleared up but was being wary around all the boys and girls. But Bess, mmhmm, I just wanted to bury myself in her.
Shit. She was looking at me. She saw me staring. "How come you didn't recognize us?" I added, hoping she didn't notice me perving out.
"I don't know, Joey," she started, her lips pouty and voluptuous. She stroked my chin with one of her manicured nails as she closed the gap between us.
"Maybe it is because you two have beards like you've been stuck on an island with a volleyball for a few years," she continued in a deep throaty voice in my ear. My dick started getting hard. I gulped trying to control myself. "Maybe it is because I'm not the detective." She finished, practically kissing my ear.
"What the fuck is going on out here? It's five in the goddamn morning."
Thank christ. A distraction. My growing erection started to wither and I stepped back a bit from Bess. I couldn't let her win this round but I needed to regroup in my head.
This was always the thing about Bess and me. We were flirts. We always flirted with everyone, including each other. It was always about how far we could take it but we never really flirted to seduce. It was just a game and, hell, she was winning today.
The conversation swirled around me but I wasn't really paying attention. Suddenly Bess's hand reached out and stroked my abs, ending just above my belt buckle.
"Don't worry about it. "We're up," my cock twitched and I was sure she noticed, "anyway and then you can get on your way before the storm." I needed to fuck her and fuck her soon or else I might explode.
Frank hit me in the shoulder hard, apparently he'd noticed my pants were going on a camping trip too. "Well we won't say no," he continued talking to the girls, pushing me towards Chet's room.
"No, we won't," I grunted, taking in Bess's tight sweater and skinny jeans before turning to help Chet.
"Dude, why didn't you tell us the elevator was broken?" moaned Frank as he trudged up the stairs for the seventh time. Nancy had been nice enough to break out her party pack of head mounted lights but it still wasn't pleasant doing stairs before seven in the morning. The storm was closing in quick and the temperature was sky-rocketing spelling out a good chance for one hell of a thunderstorm. Everyone was feeling hot and tired. Me especially.
Bess had been teasing me more than ever knowing that she had got a rise out of me (pun intended, ha ha). She had stripped off her sweater, revealing a crop top with a plunging neckline, fairly quick into the moving endeavour. I'd tripped twice in the dark staircase watching the sweat, glistening in the light of my head lamp, run down her back and into the top of her pants. I wanted to follow it with my tongue and maybe something else.
Listen, I know you think I am a perv talking about Bess like that but I haven't had sex since January and it is a little hard to jack off when you share a room with your brother and two other guys. Someone is always up and bathroom alone time is impossible when every guy on your floor uses the same locker room style bathroom. And she was hot. It wasn't like I was pitching a tent because of every girl or boy I saw. She has this confidence that is super sexy, like she knows she is hotter than anyone else but not condescending about it. Her nose does this cute little wrinkle when she laughs and it makes her eyes twinkle. And a banging body, curved in all the right ways.
I shook my head. Think straight Hardy, Bess is one of your best friend's best friend. Think calculus. Think sad puppies. Think Frank. How the hell did Frank do it? He never seemed to get horny or not be able to think straight because of a girl. Well almost. Nancy always managed to tie is tongue and brain in knots. But he never got an inopportune erection around her. Maybe I should ask him for advice.
"Yoohoo! Earth calling Joe." Frank yelled, one of Chet's juggling balls hitting me square in the face. Urgh, maybe not.
It took another 5 minutes to lug the last of the remnants of Chet's hobbies for the year down and close up the van. It was like the slam of the van door signalled the rain and it started to lash down in sheets. The seven of us huddled under the awning of Piano Row, staring up at the grey ceiling of clouds.
"Well it doesn't look like we are gonna be able to raise anchor today," sighed Chet, "Guess we'd better call Tony."
"I got it," chimed in Frank, already whipping out his phone, shaking the rain from his fringe. "Hey Tony," he paused, "yeah we got it. We'll find a place to crash for the day. Hope you can get near port soon." He hung up. "Well it looks like Tony is circling a few miles up the coast. He can't get near shore it is too choppy so he is going to hang out there until it clears up. Reports say by tomorrow afternoon it should pass over so we can head out then."
Nancy laid a hand on his shoulder, "You guys got anywhere to stay? Floor five is pretty empty, I'm sure I can sweet talk the RA into letting you stay for the night."
"Eh we don't want to cause a hassle," replied Frank, "No point disturbing the RA for one night, we can get a motel or something."
Chet smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, "Oh I don't think the RA will mind."
Nancy leaned in and in a stage whisper said, "I'm the RA, Frank." Then continuing in a normal tone, "So long as you guys don't trash the place it'll be fine."
"You guys are so weird," moaned Izzie, but she had a smile on her face. "Let's get in before Bess's top gets any more shear."
I whipped my head around a little too fast and stared at Bess. Her top was black and not at all see through. Izzie knocked my elbow and winked with a smirk as she walked back into Piano Row as everyone else laughed.
Well shit.