His mind still reeling from the surreal nature of what just happened, he's seriously contemplating getting dressed and getting the hell out of there before things get worse, but that thought, and all others, quickly flees his mind when he catches sight of Chloe's bare back and ass.
She's currently facing away from him, so he's got a perfect view of her from behind, and he's taking full advantage, loving every second of the show.
His attention is drawn to her hair, the way it moves ever so slightly as she talks with Lois. He really wishes it was the same color as her bush and that it was longer, but he likes it nonetheless.
Before long, his eyes begin to travel lower, first admiring the toned muscles of her shoulders, then traveling lower and appreciating the curve of her spine and the slimness of her waist, then going lower still and enjoying the flare of her hips, before finally coming to rest on her firm, perfectly round, milky white ass.
He's positively mesmerized by her luscious ass, the way it sways slightly from side to side as if inviting him to touch it, but he wants to do so much more than touch it. He wants to smack it, then caress it and lick it and bite it. Hell, he wants to fuck it, to slide his rock hard cock into it and pound it until he explodes, emptying himself inside it.
That last thought brings him back to his senses, and he realizes that he's fantasizing about his best friend, about fucking her ass, and he chastises himself.
Regaining some measure of control over his thoughts, he tries not to look at Chloe's ass, but it isn't long before his eyes find it and focus on the birthmark on her right cheek. It's small and kinda shaped like a heart. He thinks it's cute. Then he thinks about kissing it and licking it, and he's about to start a whole new fantasy when he's snapped out of it by Chloe turning around.
Immediately, he averts his eyes and blushes, fearing he's been caught staring. When he's finally able to meet her eyes, he's surprised to see her smiling that coy smile of hers that makes him want to kiss her, and he can't help but smile in return.
Without saying a word, Chloe begins slowly walking toward him, smile still in place and a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
He briefly wonders what she's got planned, but his attention quickly shifts southward as he watches her delicious curves sway from side to side as she walks. The slight jiggle of her breasts and the pendulum-like motion of her hips have him mesmerized, so much so that he's startled when his mind refocuses and he sees her standing directly in front of him, so close that he can literally feel the heat of her naked flesh radiating off of her, so close that her pebbled nipples lightly brush against his stomach with every breath she takes, so close that the tip of his achingly hard cock taps against her stomach with every beat of his heart.
She's looking up at him, her eyes bright and full of wonder. He finds he's unable to look away, completely enraptured by the moment...by her.
His throat is suddenly dry, and he swallows the lump that's formed there before asking in a shaking and quiet voice, "Chlo...?"
Her name dies on his tongue and is replaced by a sharp intake of breath and a muted hiss of pleasure as her hand gently grasps his engorged member.
His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly agape with surprise, but he's unable to speak or move, and only one thought fills his mind, Chloe is touching my penis.
Having anticipated Clark's reaction and being undeterred by it, Chloe continues looking at him with gentle eyes and speaks in a soft, soothing tone, "Relax, Clark."
As if commanded, he does relax, his stance becoming less rigid.
She smiles up at him, a lazy smile that melts his insides, and then she slowly begins sliding her hand along his length. His knees go weak, and he places a hand on her shoulder to steady himself.
Electricity courses through his body as she continues to stroke him, causing his breaths to become ragged.
Her voice is like honey as she says, "Breathe. Just breathe."
And he does, taking slow, deep breaths, in through his nose and out through his mouth.
That lazy smile is back, and he really wants to kiss it away, but he's too enthralled with the sensations she's causing and just remains still, his hand on her shoulder, breathing in the sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries and something uniquely Chloe as she slowly jacks him off.
He can already feel the telltale tingle of his impending orgasm, but he fights it off, because he wants to feel the softness of her palm, the gentle grip of her slender fingers and the delicious friction she's causing forever and ever.
He's lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure, lost in her, but the moment shatters, and he comes crashing back to reality when he feels a wet warmth envelop the head of his cock, which promptly goes limp.
Chloe's hand releases him, and she takes a step back. Blinking several times, Clark looks down to see Lois on her knees with his lifeless cock in her mouth, sucking on it like she's drinking a milkshake through a straw in an effort to get some sort of response. When nothing happens, she sucks harder but to no avail. After a few minutes, she becomes increasingly agitated and begins cursing, her words muffled by her mouthful of cock, "Puppin su bi!"
Finally, after a herculean cock-sucking effort, she spits his unresponsive cock from her mouth and stands up, throwing her hands in the air as she exclaims in exasperation, "That's it! I'm done!"
"Lois, you can't just give up." Chloe's voice is filled with concern.
Turning to Chloe, Lois responds with determination, "Oh, I'm not giving up. I'm just done wasting my time." At Chloe's confused expression, Lois continues, "Chloe, I don't care what you have to do, I want Clark having sex by the end of the day."
Lois walks over to her dresser, opens the top drawer, removes a long, large, cylindrical-shaped object, shuts the drawer and turns back to Chloe and says, "I'll be in the other room, watching porn and getting personal with Big Blue. Call me when it's done."
With that, Lois storms out of the bedroom, leaving a bewildered Chloe, and a stunned Clark in her wake.
Chloe turns to Clark, confusion on her face and in her voice, "Big Blue?"
Clark shifts uncomfortably and shrugs before replying, "It's a big, blue..."
A muffled buzzing sound followed by a long, muted moan interrupts him.
Realization dawns, and Chloe finishes his thought, "...vibrating dildo."
Clark blushes, and Chloe chuckles as they listen to the sound of Lois getting personal with Big Blue.
His attention quickly shifts from thoughts of Lois enjoying herself to Chloe and how her breasts move and jiggle as she laughs. In fact, he's so enthralled by the show, he's unaware that Chloe is watching him and that she's stopped laughing.
After several long moments of silence, save for the constant, albeit distant, buzzing and moaning in the background, Clark drags his eyes away from Chloe's chest and up to meet her gaze, which is focused squarely on his. Immediately, his cheeks begin to flame, as he knows he was caught staring, but Chloe doesn't say anything, doesn't react except to look at him with appraising eyes, and that has Clark curious and kinda nervous.