Thread: A new kind of relationship (Strangefate & HollyNolls)

Besides his nervous little walk to the window to peer outside, Chris hadn't really moved since Alice left. He could hear her in the bedroom upstairs, getting things out of dressers and putting herself together. Not that she hadn't already looked amazing in just her blouse and short shorts. That was one of the problems, one of the things beyond just his own conflict avoident nature that made it hard to really stand up to Alice even when her demands got unreasonable. She was so attractive to him that it didn't really matter what she was wearing or doing, even if it made him feel like a fool, as some of their bedroom games did. A little part of him was always terrified she might get mad at him, freeze him out, or worse, maybe even leave him for real. How do you stand up to someone when things are that lopsided? When you are already in a position of struggling to please them on a daily basis? So he didn't march upstairs, demanding an explanation, or put a stop to things like most self-respecting men might have done. He waited until she returned, playing with words in his head, thinking of what he'd say to convince her this was too much, starting with aggressive lines that made him feel good to imagine saying, but eventually dismissing them for a milder approach. Like, reasoning with her. That would be so much better than arguing. Maybe she didn't realize how it made him feel? He had almost settled on what he was going to say when she returned, and all his practiced words instantly trickled into a confused soup in the back of his mind. She looked amazing. Chris's eyes drifted from her pretty breezy smile down her curvy frame, noting the way the black lace bra clung to her huge breasts, the smooth skin of her perfect thighs, the sexy heels giving even greater emphasis to her lovely shapely ass. As they worked their way back up while she teasingly posed for him, he found himself nodding stupidly as she asked him if she looked good. He was already hard. Just looking at her in her outfit had his little cock stiffening against his leg, even knowing it wasn't for him. That it was for this other guy. The one she actually wanted to fuck. And the moment to argue, if there was one, passed. Three sharp knocks made him jump. He hadn't even heard the truck pull in. As Alice glided over to the door, Chris's eyes followed, noting the tantalizing sway of her behind in the black lace panties. He tensed as the door opened, fingers curling around the arm rest, ready to push himself to his feet, to confront this bastard. To end this right now. And then he actually saw him, tall, broad-chested, bigger than him in almost every way with a rugged masculine face and full beard, and that was that. He wasn't going to get into a fight with him. He would get creamed. Watching as Alice leaned up to plant a long lustful kiss on his lips, Chris shifted uncomfortably, unable to even remember when she'd responded that way to him. When finished she introduced them as if this was totally normal and he swallowed the lump in his threat, beads of sweat forming on his palms. Alice, he began, I... I don't know about this... So much for his plan to confront them, or his oh-so-logical arguments why this was wrong and asking too much from him. Instead he stammered out this line in a meek voice from where he sat on the couch, thin frame practically swallowed in the puffy cushions, anything but intimidating or demanding. In fact, he mostly sounded plaintive. Whiny even.