sneaking around w/ janet .𖥔 ݁ ˖
janet can’t help it… michael’s girlfriend is so pretty.
at first, you didn’t notice. the way she’d lean in close to talk to you— whether it was a sweet whisper followed by a giggle or a tilt of her chin just to share your breath with hers. playful swats on the ass the back of your thighs. platonic kisses that ventured too close to your lips, or playful pinches that seized to hear you gasp and writhe.
she loved when you two were placed in front of a camera. she would always wrap her arms around your waist, pressing her cheek to yours as you both puckered your lips for the photo. with each shutter you changed your poses. your arms were around her neck while hers dug in your back pocket, or her lips pressed against your skin as you smile ear to ear.
and shopping with you was a dream.
“do you think this is okay?” you’d ask shyly, holding up the most skimpiest piece of lingerie.
she but her lip at the thought of you in such little fabric, “yeah, just try it on f’me and lemme make sure it fits…”
sure, you were shopping for michael, but it really felt like it was for her.
when janet finally got her hands on you, she didn’t let go.
pool days at hayvenhurst?
you went back inside so janet could “fix your bikini” though michael was perfectly capable.
your binki in question was torn off of you, scattered on the floor alongside janet’s knelt frame.
“it’s been 5 minutes…” you gasped as janet buried her face further between your thighs, ravaging the sweetness of you, “they’ll— fuck— get suspicious…”
she pulled off of you with a pop! her lips were glistening and she had no sign of stopping after this, “tell ‘em it’s girl stuff.”
michael busy in the studio? she was busy with you.
you’d be locked away in janet’s room, thighs bracketing her hips with her lips suckling your neck. the air was hot with a sweet aroma of your perfume that janet lost herself in. she got drunk off your little moans and gasps, tugging at your hair as your clothed core ground against of her own. the seam of her jeans felt so perfect against the thin material of your panties.
“mm… janet.. he’ll be back any minute,” you moaned against the crowd of her head.
she nipped at your skin, her hands mapping down the arch of your back to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass. she’s so fucking thankful you wore that miniskirt. “stop worryin’ baby… door’s locked.. relax…”
you let out a muffled moan against your palm as dug her nose in your cleavage, tongue lapping at the heated skin there. you whimpered as her fingers tugged the material of your tank over your head, throwing it across the room. “won’t leave any marks…” she licked her lips, “i promise…”
and when michael came home, you were spent. passed out on his bed, sensitive and sore, passed out. you looked so at peace, he thought.
oh michael, if only you knew.
