The Mammoth Book of Erotica presents The Best of Donna George Storey by Donna George Storey

Author:Donna George Storey
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781472100481
Publisher: Constable & Robinson

Being Bobby

Donna George Storey

It was no ordinary day.

To begin with, Zoe woke up all on her own. Usually it was Bobby who roused her, his hard-on nudging her ass, but it was only six in the morning, and Bobby was still asleep.

Zoe glanced appreciatively at his long, dark curls spilling over the pillow, but she made no move to wake him. She knew the urgent tingling between her legs was less carnal desire than the legacy of last night’s beer. She slithered off the bottom of the bed and groped for her underwear in the tangle of clothing on the floor.

College had its advantages. You could spend every night in your boyfriend’s bed, and your parents never had a clue. Then again, back home you didn’t have to climb down three flights of stairs to go to the bathroom in the freezing January dawn. Teeth chattering, Zoe stepped into her panties and yanked them up over hips. Something was definitely unusual now. Overnight the fabric of her underwear had grown thicker, the fit in the ass snug, and the waistband rode suspiciously high. Zoe smiled. She’d put on Bobby’s briefs by mistake. She reached down to take them off.

That’s when things began to get very strange indeed.

Instead of hooking themselves under the elastic, her fingers crept lower, as if some invisible hand were guiding them. Before she knew it, she was tracing the front seam, the one that led down to that secret opening, with languid, teasing strokes. Just the other night, Zoe had pulled Bobby’s stiff cock through the gap and sucked him. She remembered his red, swollen lollipop poking up from the white cloth and realized, with a grin, that Bobby was always hard when she saw him in his underwear.

Maybe his underpants were enchanted, because she was getting rather turned on herself. She could feel her pussy lips swell, feel a new heat spreading along the crotch of the briefs. Could girls get morning boners?

Touch me.

This was getting even weirder. Could underwear talk?

Go ahead, put your finger inside.

Although she wasn’t usually in the habit of taking advice from Bobby’s underwear – or anyone else’s – Zoe decided it was too early for arguments. Obediently, she snaked her finger under the flap and burrowed through the second opening to greet her clit, already standing at attention. Suddenly she wasn’t so cold any more. Knees bent, pelvis tilted forward, she began to strum. The briefs strained against her buttocks, like hands gripping her there. It felt naughty, but exciting, too, to play with herself like some perverted voyeur while she watched Bobby sleep.

He was a very appealing sight. His bare shoulder still had a coppery sheen even in the pewter light of dawn. She loved his skin. To her it tasted of cinnamon, cumin and cloves. Like his gorgeous black ringlets, it was the happy legacy of his adventuring grandfather, a Liberian chieftain’s son who stowed away on a steamer bound for New York.

Just then Bobby moaned and shifted, one arm shooting out to embrace the emptiness where Zoe had been sleeping.

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