What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion - Sex Stories

What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion

... got you so god damned happy today?” he grouched, his own grey mood returning with her obvious happiness. Paris grinned as she spun off the board walk and over the road to the row of small, brick town houses. Dancing up the front steps she glanced back over her shoulder as she fiddled with her key in the lock; banging her hip several times against the sticking wood to loosen her door she smiled. “He said yes.” Tom idly watched Paris’s curvy rear, the hypnotic action of her hips distracting him. “Who said what?” Paris breezed through the door, skipping backwards down the hall as she hummed, “Jason. Jason said he’d take me to Brad and Lucy’s wedding. I’m so excited,” a low giggle escaped smiling lips. “Now I don’t have to go alone and watch you dry hump, girl of the week, on the dance floor whilst I sit with great Aunt Petunia.” Tom snorted, “Great Aunt, who?” “Oh you know, there’s always some oldie that needs propping up. Unfortunately that’s normally the job I get stuck with while you’re of flirting with the hotties. Well not this time, Sonny Jim! I have me a hot date!” “I haven’t got a date, hot or otherwise,” Tom muttered, sheepishly. “And what do you mean, hotties? You’re a hottie.” Paris’ sarcastic snort and eye roll had Tom actually taking the time to really look at his friend. Her long legs morphed into a beautiful lush bottom. Yes, her hips were wider than some but her waist nipped in waspishly to create a beautiful sweeping curve. His eyes continued to travel upwards ...

... to small palm sized handfuls of flesh. Tom felt as if hovered at the precipice of a new discovery; his brain ground like a rusty motor as his mind shifted gears and he viewed what was once his best friend in a whole new light, “Well fuck me,” he murmured under his breath, “look who went and grew up.” His eyes flickered over a face that he thought he knew like his own and was stunned at hints of beauty. ‘How’d I miss that,’ he wondered. Wide, thickly lashed hazel eyes. Long chestnut hair in a pony tail with small wispy curls that caressed high cheek bones and a dusting of freckles that graced a slightly upturned nose. Pretty but not loudly so; a soft gentle beauty that erupted into stunning when she smiled. As she was doing right then; Tom caught his breath as he watched her cock her head to one side, eyes twinkling and lips parted in a lopsided grin. "What? Have I got ice-cream on my face?" She giggled, "That'd be right, probably walked around town with it smeared all over me." Paris snorted softly as she tried to see herself in the hazy reflection of the window. "I do too!" Paris swung back indignant, rubbing the tip of her nose. "Why didn't you say something?" Paris huffed, a small smile flirting at the edges of her lips. Unaware that she was being sized up in a whole new way, Paris continued, “So, Thomas Hall, is without a date? Mark it down in the calendar ladies; I don’t think this has happened since you were, what, sixteen?” Tom grunted as he followed her dancing form ...