Page 13 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

I shake the thoughts from my head and hand my laptop to Aiden, pulling out my phone to fuck with Noelle. Sending her a text, I keep my eyes on the computer screen, curious to see her face as she reads it.

Wear something green for me, Noelle.

I type, simple and easy, but with so much more meaning behind it. I watch as she grabs her phone and sits on the end of her bed, chewing anxiously on her red painted acrylic nail. She'snervous, hesitating to write back as if she's searching for the right thing to say.

I'm already dressed.

I laugh, looking at her half naked in just a skimpy lingerie set.

Bullshit. Put something green on for me. I'll see you at the stadium in an hour.

How did you know I'd be at the stadium, Q?

Your stepson plays football, no? You go to every game, right?

How did you know all of that?

It's part of the process, Noelle. I've been doing my homework and keeping my eye on you. You want to play out your fantasy; well, this is all part of it. Now stop asking fucking questions and put something green on for me.

She doesn't text back, but I grow hard as fuck watching her frantically search her closet for something green. Except what she pulls out to wear isn't green at all; only the silky, glittery thong she pulls on and the push-up bra she squeezes her perfect tits into are green, which, luckily for her, counts in my book.

"Fuck, I'll be right back," Hudson moans, standing up quickly with an obvious hard-on, rushing to the bathroom to relieve himself.

"So when are we doing this shit?" Aiden asks, sucking on a candy cane while packing his duffle bag with his uniform.

"Tonight after the game," I inform them, pulling up the app on my phone to continue to play the part of Q.

"So we're really doing this shit, huh? We're really kidnapping your stepmom to play a joke on her?"

I look at Ryder, grinning, shaking my head. "Not so much a joke, man. We're going to give her everything she fucking wants, and she's not going to ever know it was us."

Reaching under my bed, I pull out a box with four green skull masks inside, handing them out to the guys. "We're going to be wearing these the entire time, so she won't be able to tell who we are."

They take the masks from me and tuck them in their bags, dispersing to finish getting ready to head out. Since I'm already packed, I pull up my conversation with Noelle and begin typing out a message, pretending to be Q again.

Tell me what you're wearing, Noelle.

I type, not bothering with any small talk. I sit here anxiously, my leg bouncing, watching the three dots flicker in and out of my sight, taunting me as she types.

Something warm, lol. I have to sit outside in the snow, Q.

Her answer infuriates me, and I'm not sure why. Glancing at the computer screen, I see that she's getting dressed now, pulling a sparkly tight red top on that clings to her tits and makes them spill out the top of her shirt. Seeing she's still in her green thong, I type back with another command, wondering if she'll listen.

Take your underwear off for me, Noelle. I want to spend my night knowing that your pussy is free for me.

Fine, Q. But it's not like we'll get to see each other. What's stopping me from just telling you I'm not wearing any, but in reality, I have them on?

Either you do what I fucking tell you, or you can forget about me helping you with your little fantasy. Take your fucking underwear off for me, Noelle, and don't make me ask you again.

Surprisingly, with my eyes glued to the screen, I watch as she pulls her thong down, bunching it up in her hand. She then steps into a pair of tight black leggings that look as if they're painted on, the fabric clinging to every curve of her body.

All done, Q. I'm now going commando, just for you.

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Good girl, Noelle. Good fucking girl.

Noticing the time, I log off my laptop and tuck it into my bag along with the charger. I turn my phone screen off and slide it into my pocket, grabbing my keys so we can head out to the game. Knowing what's going to happen after, my cock stays hard, refusing to go down, and I can't help the inappropriate thoughts about my stepmother consuming my mind.

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