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Chapter 1: Harper, Finally

"I think navy satin really suits you," Harper encouraged as she laid the nightie out on the bed next to the matching panties. "I can't wait to see you in it."

"Harper, I told you, I'm not putting it on," I objected.

Even naked, a man has to have limits.

Did the fabric look soft and beautiful? Did the lace trim look sensuous and gorgeous? Sure, but everyone liked lingerie. That's why girls wore it and guys bought it for them. It made pretty girls look even prettier — it would be ridiculous for a guy to wear it.

She pouted in her shorts and t-shirt. Just in that, Harper Sheridan was still a stunner. Her shirt was cropped high enough that a stiff breeze would probably expose her bra, which itself seemed like it was struggling against the weight of her chest. Her running shorts were tiny enough that I could see the bottom curve of her rear. I was sure I saw a flash of pink lace peaking out from underneath as she had led me through the living room to the bedroom.

"You're already naked," she pointed out. "You've already kissed me."

"That's a totally normal thing to do with a girl," I said.

"Not so normal to do it with your friend's wife," she said with a nasty grin.

I'd been jealous of Riley ever since I'd met Harper. After being introduced to her at a party, she'd started making moves on me: laughing too hard at my jokes, way more touching than was necessary, playing with her hair while we talked — these were signals! So it was only a matter of time before we hooked up.

" You came onto me, " I said, frowning. "This was all your idea."

"Do you think Riley's going to see it that way?"

"Are you serious, Harper? You'd tell him?"

She shrugged. "He doesn't have to know… if you put that on."

I grimaced but walked to the bed. I plucked the panties by their lacy waistband, the blue satin catching the light. Harper was suddenly behind me, her hands sliding over my naked body and down to my cock. It was already hard by the time her fingers snaked along its length.

"I just love blue satin," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear as she spoke. "It gets me so wet to see someone in it."

You're not seriously going to put on panties, are you? I scolded myself as Harper began to stroke.

But I was already stepping into them. The lace trim brushed against my legs as I pulled them into place, the sensation sending sparks out through my body. A gasp slipped from me, tiny and high-pitched. It made Harper giggle even as I was ashamed of how feminine it was.

You're putting these on so you can fuck Harper, I reminded myself. Not because you're enjoying it.

She helped me into the nightie, the cool satin stroking my naked skin as it settled around my body. It was low-cut in the back, trimmed in wide black lace that tickled as it swung around me. The cups were all lace, my nipples suddenly erect and poking at the fabric. Every one of my shallow breaths made it slip across them. Suddenly, my chest was tight, my stomach full of butterflies.

"Wow," Harper said approvingly, biting her lip. "You look hot in that."

"Oh yeah?" I said, smiling sheepishly. "Does that mean we can have sex now?"

She shoved me backwards onto the bed. I sprawled across it, the nightie flaring enough to show my panties. My cock was too hard to be contained, poking through one of the lace-trimmed leg holes. I suddenly felt very vulnerable, especially as I noticed Harper's predatory smile.

Relax, dude. You're finally going to fuck her. This is what you've wanted!

"Yeah, Tom, that's right, we can have sex now," she growled, her voice suddenly low and thick in a way that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Except I'm gunna fuck you. "