Page 52 of Plight
Heat rushed to the surface of my entire fucking head.
“Oh my God!” she shrieked. “You do, don’t you?”
“I do not.”
“Yes, you do! You’re lying. I can tell.”
I lied. “I’m not.”
“I thought we said no more lying, Elliot,” she huffed, mimicking my voice.
“We did.”
I remained impassive, so she pouted then sighed. “Too bad. I was gonna ask if I could sleep in them.”
Check-Fucking-Mate. She’d successfully and quite easily outwitted me.
“I have Batman boxer shorts,” I admitted. “You can sleep in them.”
“Fine. Do you have a matching t-shirt?”
I did, but I’d prefer she not wear it. “No. You don’t need it. Trust me, it’s better to sleep topless. I do it all the time.”
Dodging the cushion she swung at my head, I caught it on the return swing. “If I remember correctly, we played Truth or Dare the night I slept over.”
Danielle tapped her chin. “Hmm … yes, we did. Why?” she said with a smile. “Do you wanna play?”
“Well … it is tradition.”
“So is wearing Batman PJ’s.”
“But if you’re wearing them, how can I wear them?”
“Easy. I won’t wear them.”
“What will you wear?”
“My underwear.”
Just the thought of Danielle in her bra and panties made my cock swell.
I fidgeted.
“Lies.”
She shook her head. “Truth.”
“Fine. I’ll wear my Batman boxers for you.”
She clapped, excitedly. “Yay! Just like old times.”
Part of me shared her notion, but another part of me didn’t. Sure, I wanted to rehash old times, especially the fun ones, but I also wanted new times. Fun times. Sex times.
“Okay. Go get your PJ’s on while I take off my dress.”
Shit! She’s fucking serious.
“You’re joking, right?”
