Page 42 of Book Boyfriend
He stands and I see the extent of my damage. I quickly take the towel and start dabbing the wet spot by his zipper.
“Um, why don’t you let me get that?” he asks.
I continue to dab the area. “I’m so sorry, I was reaching for the remote and I didn’t see you go for your drink.”
“Greer . . .”
I kneel down next to him as I focus on drying his pants. I flip the rag over to a dry spot and reach up to place my hand on his ass, so I can apply pressure. I don’t realize what I’m doing until I feel his jeans grow hard.
“Oh my God.” I look up to see his lips pressed in a firm line. He’s trying not to laugh.
And then I realize my hand is on his butt as I kneel next to his rock-hard dick. I immediately release him and hand him the towel as I stand. “Hi, my name is Greer. I’m an idiot. It’s nice to meet you.”
He laughs hardily as I sit down and hide my face in my hands.
“It’s fine. Really.”
“You’re soaking wet.”
“It’s not too bad, I think you, uh, got most of it. How do I look?” he asks, turning to face me.
I peek out through my fingers and gaze at the wet bulge in his pants. “You look like you peed yourself.”
“It’ll dry.”
His words give me an idea. “Take off your pants.”
“What?”
“Take them off. I’ll toss them in the dryer down the hall.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I stand and hold my hand out to him.
He shrugs and starts to take off his belt. He’s halfway through the zipper when I realize I just asked him to get naked in my living room.
“Oh shit! Oh my God. Um, maybe you should go in the bathroom to do that.”
“I’m not shy.”
He tugs his jeans down his legs and I quickly turn my back to him.
“Here you go.”
I hold out my hand behind me and I feel the material touch my fingers, but I can’t grip it. I keep reaching for it, but I never get a hold of it. Looking over my shoulder briefly, I see he’s laughing.
“Dammit, Fisher. Just give me your pants.”
“Take them. I can’t help it you’re not reaching far enough.”
I try and fail once more before I’m forced to turn around. He’s standing in his boxers, package bulging. My eyes zero in on the bull’s-eye before I force them to the ceiling.
“Go get a towel out of the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Walking down the hall, I toss them in the dryer and laugh. I make my way back to him and think, only me.
He’s standing by the doorway when I enter the room. No towel. “Couldn’t you find one?”
