My Teddy

64

Jordan

I tap my foot impatiently, my eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Brooklyn's in there, doing God knows what.

I don't know, she just took my pants from me and ran to the bathroom.

I would like to think she's doing something freaky in there.

Like masturbating.

Maybe I should go press my ear up against the door and see if I hear something.

Naw.

She doesn't seem like the type to masturbate.T
Not at all.

"Hey! I'm still horny out here, you know..."
I trail off, not knowing what to expect.

Hopefully she lets me touch her again.

Or maybe she could-

The door opens and she walks out.

My mouth falls open immediately.

"Whoah."
I manage to whisper, my eyes taking in her lingerie.

Fucking lingerie.

And not only that, but it's white.

Fucking virgin.😧

I groan involuntarily, my member growing even harder.

Fuck.😣

"You like it?"
She asks nervously, putting her hands on her hips.

I open my mouth, but my voice is caught in my throat.

And I thought that thongs were my biggest turn on.😕

She walks forward, standing in between my legs.

"Baby."
I breath, not knowing what else to say.

"Hmm?"
She asks expectantly, raising an eyebrow.

"Where the fuck did you get this?"
I growl, snapping out of my little trance.

I need to act like I see shit like this all the time.

Like I know what to do.
I honestly don't.

What's she up to? She never does stuff like this.

"Oh, Gabby bought it for me as a joke last year. She knows that stuff like this makes me blush."
She says, doing a little spin.

I admire her.
Not for what she's wearing but for who she really is.

"It makes you uncomfortable, yet here you are getting all dressed up for me, huh?"
I ask softly, looking up at her.

She doesn't answer, she just smiles.

"Hm. What do we have here?"
I mutter, grabbing the little see through felt blocking her panties.

"Oh, this is my favorite part!"
She says, swatting my hands away.

"What-"

"No. You can't touch me."
She has the audacity to smirk and wink at me.

"That's not fair."
I sputter, my face heating up.

She doesn't say anything, she just slowly turns and lifts her little flap.

Her perfect ass comes into view and I lean forward eagerly.

"Ah, so you're like my personal stripper, yes?"
I ask, watching as she wiggles right in front of my face.

"You can't touch me."
She repeats firmly, letting her little half robe, half scarf thing slip towards the floor.

My breath catches as she bends over, giving me a perfect view of...everything.