It had been a few days since Caitlin’s unexpected romp with her mystery guy, and I still couldn’t get her voice–and the filthy, slutty things she was saying–out of my head. Every time I thought about it, I felt myself get wet all over again, and found it almost impossible not to start rubbing my pussy. The weekend had passed in a blur of frustrated masturbation.

Today, though, I was determined to play it cool. No letting my thoughts spiral into dangerous territory. I had laundry to do, and I needed a distraction. But of course, Caitlin had other plans.

I was folding clothes in the living room, my focus on pairing socks and trying not to think about her. Then, like clockwork, she appeared.

She came out of the bathroom, her skin still glistening from a shower, her hair wet and sticking to her shoulders. But what really caught my attention was what she was wearing—if you could even call it that. She had wrapped herself in the tiniest towel I’d ever seen, and not just any towel. No, this was a kid-sized Spiderman towel, barely covering her chest and leaving her legs and hips completely exposed. I stared, unable to help myself. How did she even fit in that thing?

Caitlin must have noticed me gawking because she gave me that familiar cheeky grin as she walked over to the couch. She sat down with a nonchalant air, crossing her legs casually. The towel shifted with her movement, and I could see almost everything—her thick thighs, the curve of her hips, the bottom curve of her breasts just barely hidden by the fabric.

"Hey," she said, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “How's your weekend going?”

I couldn’t even form words at first. “Uh… fine,” I managed to choke out, forcing my eyes back to my laundry pile. But every time I tried to fold a shirt, I felt my gaze drifting back to her.

“Sorry about the towel,” she said. “All the big ones are in the wash.”

She lifted her arms to adjust the towel, and for a brief second, the bottom of her boobs peeked out. My heart was racing. Was she doing this on purpose again? My brain screamed yes.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrayed me with a slight quiver. “I mean, at least it covers the important stuff,”

“Does it though?” Caitlin teased, looking down at herself as if she was genuinely inspecting whether the towel was doing its job. “It feels like every time I move, it’s ready to fall off.” She adjusted the towel again, tugging it higher, which only made it shorter, revealing the tops of her thighs.

Fuck. I was getting wet all over again, the pulse of arousal that had become all too familiar since she started this teasing game. It was like she knew exactly what she was doing to me and was pushing all my buttons at once.

“Anyway,” she said, still lounging there as if she wasn’t half-naked, “I’ve been meaning to ask you… You’ve been acting a little different lately. Everything okay?”

Her tone was so casual, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. Was she playing dumb? Or did she genuinely not know what she was doing to me? I swallowed hard, trying to think of a response that wouldn’t make me sound like I was about to combust.

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just… work stress, I guess.”

Caitlin uncrossed her legs, and the towel slipped a little more. “Well, if you ever need to talk, you know where I am,” she said.

Then, as if to drive me even crazier, she stood up slowly, the towel shifting dangerously with every movement. She gave me one last grin before heading back to her room, leaving me with the image of her perfect body barely covered by that ridiculous towel burned into my mind.

I sat there, stunned, feeling like I had just run a marathon without leaving the couch. My pulse pounded in my ears, and I realized I was gripping the edge of the laundry basket so tightly my knuckles had gone white. I needed to calm down, but the growing wetness between my thighs told me that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

The second her bedroom door clicked shut, I was already headed to my room. I barely made it inside before my hand was sliding into my underwear, my mind filled with images of Caitlin’s teasing smile, the way her body moved, the way the towel had almost fallen off. I pressed my fingers against my lips, biting my lip to stifle a moan.

I needed to taste her, and I had finally come up with a plan…