Sugar Boo

35

Ethan

It was ten minutes later when we arrived at the Fernandez's. The two of us patiently stood at their front door waiting for it to be answered. The house was not my favorite place to be, but coming here somehow served as a motivation for me to hustle hard so that I could own one just like it someday.

With a paper bag in his hand, Andrew had been acting fidgety since we got here as he would occasionally sigh, tap his foot, or started to hum a tune. He looked damn adorable while doing all of those nervous habits of his. Had we not been here, I would have kissed the brown-eyed boy.

At one point, he passed me the bag and it got me wondering if he got scared to even deliver the dress to Elle himself. Their friendship was clearly beginning to dwindle, and the reason for it, which I hated to admit — was me.

The door, like most of the house's walls, was made of glass and for that reason, we could see one of the help hurry over. An old man, to be exact, who welcomed us in, took the bag from my hold without being asked then instructed me and Andrew to follow him.

Andrew and I were escorted to a room where everything was illuminated by some dim red lights and scented candles. A sofa bed positioned in the middle, thick white fur rug covered the floor and black curtains draped over the walls, along with mirrored ceilings. Everything around the room screamed sex.

It was then I realized that the door was being shut behind me, startling Andrew with the suddenness. In the corner of the room sat my girlfriend, Elle, facing a giant erotic painting while holding what seemed to be a glass of alcohol in her left hand. She must have felt our eyes on her, for she looked over her shoulder and got up to greet us with an impish smile.

I was rather taken aback by the daring dress she had on her body than her surprisingly lovely temperament. Elle wore a thigh-high slash dress with a strappy chest design -- it being the only thing keeping her breasts from full exposure.

It was eye-popping and extremely revealing, but, for the sake of not wanting to argue, I kept a straight face and remained silent. Andrew, however, had the most shocked expression on his face and it was priceless. I couldn't blame him for having such a reaction. It was possibly the closest he's ever been to see a pair of boobs in his life.

The silence that had enveloped us disappeared at the sound of Elle's voice. "Yes, I look good, I know."

"Couldn't agree more," I added.

"You've been walking around the house with your titties out?" Andrew asked. I was trying so hard to hold my laugh.

Elle arched her eyebrows, obviously a bit offended by the question. "Who cares? This is one of my outfits for the night."

"Interesting choice," Andrew's comment was laced with sarcasm.

"Andy," I scolded, shooting him a soft glare to stop him from riling her up.

Andrew looked at me questioningly and quirked his head to the side, appearing even cuter. Who told him he could be that cute? How dare he. I hadn't realized I was smiling like an idiot watching him until Elle's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and consequently broke our gaze.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Elle muttered in an undertone, annoyance pronounced in every word.

I turned to her, finding her squinting intently at me and Andrew as if she was attempting to figure something out.

"He just wants you to be sure that you're comfortable wearing the dress, babe, which I believe, you are," I told her.

"Hmm, I call that bullshit, babe," Elle retorted before continuing, "Do my tits bother you, Andy?"