One thing’s for certain . . . All’s fair in sex, love, and Innuendos.
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“Did you touch my panties?” she accuses.
“Excuse me?” I ask innocently.
“My panties did you touch them?”
This couldn’t go more perfectly than if she was a dummy and I was a ventriloquist. “I’m still not following. I usually ask permission before fondling undergarments.”
“You’re incorrigible, I’m serious, Max. Did you touch my panties?”
“How were your panties touched?”
“You know exactly how they were touched, because you were the one touching them.”
“It would help if you were a little more specific on how I touched your panties.”
“You shoved them to the side.”
“I did?” It’s so hard not to laugh.
“You shoved them to the side and stuck your penis in between them.”
Now I’m giggling. This is going perfectly. “I think I would remember if I shoved your panties to the side and stuck my penis anywhere.”
Obviously she’s too sleepy to get the hilarity of this conversation because her face is angry red. She stomps back into her room and comes back out with the bright green dildo I left in her drawer.
“See I have your penis in my hands! You stuck it my drawer after shoving my panties to the side.”
Now I’m laughing hysterically.
“What?” she asks angrily. “You have no idea how hot this conversation is, do you?”
Finally, she wakes up. “You just won’t stop will you?”
“Stop what?”
“Trying to win the bet. You’ve gone to the dark side, Max. This bet has made you officially lose it.”
“How so?”
“You’ve resorted to touching my panties.”
I grin. “Well, if I have to resort to something, touching panties is at the top of my list.”
Author Bio
V. Kelly grew up in Reno, Nevada, but now lives in Watonga, Oklahoma, with her husband and two beautiful kids. Always a writer, it was only a matter of time before the stories in her head escaped and became available for the world to read. She is a lover of frogs, otters, all things green, reading books about compelling relationships, and spending time with her family.
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