I'll just go alone, I'm better on my own. You know what I'm like." Vanessa laughed genuinely. She secretly wanted to go on this trip by herself. To ad...mire the beauties of each country in her own time rather than being rushed around shops and tourist attractions like she would if she had brought friends or family. "I promise you I'll be fine on my own, don't fret. Okay?" "Okay," Ashley replied, confirming that Nessa's pleads and reasoning had been sincere and convincing enough to reassure her. Thin straps were all that covered her shoulders, and the material was some of the shiniest I’d ever seen. An elastic band was sown into the fabric, keeping the silk tight underneath her chest, allowing it to show off just how skinny she was.The whole thing was short enough that I could just barely see a pair of purple silk underwear, her legs being completely exposed.My thoughts instantly scattered, my breath caught in my chest at the sight of her, my heart racing, pounding in my throat.The. Noah had shifted the dynamic between us, lifted the warmth and replaced it with envy and confusion. Perhaps now we could go back to being us.*I’d never been to Noah’s place before. It was untidy; clothes and sports equipment littering the living space. Stacks of mail, magazines and leaflets adorned every surface. Bottles of water in various stages of emptiness were lined up on the windowsill. A solitary Christmas card sat on the cluttered mantelpiece. I glanced hastily around, trying to. Waiting definitely seemed like the best option right now. I moaned softly as my massage continued, her hands in dangerous territory, electric jolts of pleasure shooting through me every time her hands came into contact with my precious cargo.I clenched my hands, steadying my nerves. My ex’s big sister, the woman I had so often fantasized about and surreptitiously checked out, was playing with my balls. It was a fantasy come true. All those times she had given me a platonic backrub that left me.