Ah. There it was, that telltale blush. Valentina pulled at her lower lip, teeth sinking into the plush, pillowy flesh as she ogled him unapologetically. Teddy was impossibly handsome, and it was a wonder he wasn’t more confident. He had an athlete’s physique from all his years of swimming, and she was positive that feeling the full weight of him pressed against her would cure her of every ailment she’d ever endured. The mere thought of it sent a rush of heat between her thighs. She said nothing, though, merely offering a final wink as he told her to behave, laughing fondly to herself as he disappeared into his bedroom to change.
While she waited, she busied herself rummaging through his DVD shelf, pulling through the first of their mini marathon. They mostly consisted of Teddy’s collection, littered here and there with a few strays that she could only assume belonged to Grace, including the odd Irish film that she could only assume was inherited from that rather rugged ex-husband of hers. Dropping back down onto the sofa, she laughed as Dory nuzzled closer to her, pretty dress be damned. Teddy’s sweet dog didn’t give a single hoot about preserving Valentina’s outfit, much like Henry’s gorgeous and utterly ridiculous cat didn’t either. They were a match made in Heaven. She happily occupied the pup in her lap, and long gone were the days where she’d turn her nose up or squirm as Dory tried to lick or nuzzle against her.
By the time Teddy resurfaced, Val’s heart all but leapt out of her chest at the sight of him. It was nothing strange or new to her, her best friend looking deliciously soft in his comfiest clothes, his rather dorky glasses perched on the end of his nose. She smiled sweet, openly appraising him as she quietly ogled the way his shirt hugged his torso, emphasising the lines of his chiseled form.
“Maybe I am. Maybe I just know you’ve got the hots for our Audrey,” Valentina laughed as she pushed to her feet, happily taking the shirt from him. As he rummaged around, scouring Grace’s wine rack and pulling out glasses, she decided to use the moment to be entirely self-indulgent as she peered surreptitiously at his rather pronounced bottom. “Have I ever told you those glasses are giving Gregory Peck? Circa 1962. Very Atticus Finch chic. Perhaps we’ve both dressed appropriately for our little Roman romp.”
It would be easy enough to disappear into Teddy’s bedroom while he was busy pouring wine, but she didn’t see much point in it. They were both adults, and Valentina wasn’t shy. The list of things she loathed about herself was long and unending, but she could confidently confirm she had a great body, and one she was proud to show off to the world. She liked dresses that hugged her curves, and tiny skirts that allowed a flash of her thigh, or low-cut dresses that were both elegant and revealing at the same time. She was a classy woman, but not a total prude.
Gently, she pulled on the zipper of her dress and let it slowly slide down her torso as it slipped to the ground, fabric pooling at her feet. She stepped out of the dress, now quite content in her underwear, before busying herself by fiddling with the buttons of Teddy’s shirt. She considered slipping her stockings off too, relishing in the thought of rummaging through her friend’s drawers and pulling on a pair of his warmest, thickest socks for maximum comfort. But then she considered how sexy she would look with just his button down and a pair of stockings, entirely his for the taking. They’d already been for dinner tonight, so how could she deny Teddy the perfect dessert with all the best trimmings?
The longer she fidgeted, the sooner she realised she probably should have held back on tossing her dress aside. With a clumsy laugh, she shook her head and called upon her friend, drawing his attention back to her, completely unfazed by her own state of undress.
“Love, would you be a doll? I can’t quite get my nails around these buttons, and my hair will never make it out in one piece if I try and pull the collar clean over my head.”
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