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Jonathan:

We were about to get naughty.

Shannon:

Mmmm… naughty is good, especially this time of year.

Jonathan:

Are you wearing a dress?

Shannon:

I am, but this time, I wore more substantial panties.

Jonathan:

Can’t have that. I’m already hard just talking about this. Take them off.

I waited. I’d been bold with her many times before but never when either of us were in public. I had no idea if she would do this. The mere idea of her slipping out of her panties for me while she was at a party was damn hot. I imagined what that might look like and where she might slip out of them. In a bathroom? A bedroom? In an empty room? Just thinking about the act sent my mind spinning.

Shannon:

Now?

Jonathan:

Yes, now.

I slid my hand up and down my hard cock and slowly pumped it, getting ready for what was sure to be another amazing night. This woman was like a sex tonic for me.

Shannon:

Okay, but I have to move somewhere a little more private. There are a lot of people at this party.

I waited for what seemed like forever, while I slowly pumped my cock, wanting to prolong this as much as possible but also hoping she would go through with it.

Jonathan:

Tell me when you’re naked.

I locked my bedroom door, stripped out of my jeans and boxers and as soon as I crawled back into bed, I realized it was time for me to move out. No more spending a few nights a week with my brother. No more second guessing myself. It was time. Rocco was right. Once we were past twenty-five, we had to step out on our own. I was well past twenty-five, closer to thirty. The shop I’d looked at earlier today had an empty flat upstairs. For a few hundred dollars more a month, I could rent the entire building.

As the music wafted up to my room, I decided I would do it. I was moving out as soon as possible.

If Dani could confront her demon ex-boyfriend, I could confront my parents.

I scooted down on my bed and could still smell her perfume on my pillow. It was barely there anymore, but traces of it still lingered.

Shannon:

Okay, I took them off and shoved them in my bag. This black dress is super-short and tight. It slides up when I’m sitting, just like the red Christmas dress. That’s why I wore regular panties. Now I’m bare-assed.

Jonathan:

Where did you slip out of your panties?

Shannon:

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