Robert was confused. How could a teenage boy have a bedroom as big as this Jon character? Not only was it too big for a teenager, but he was pretty sure it was too big for the house! It had to be at least a thousand square feet. One wall was floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto a balcony overlooking Victoria's house (how had he not noticed that from the outside?). There were television screens covering one wall, a Jacuzzi, a massive walk-in closet, couches, and in the centre of the room, a huge four-poster bed that would make a king-size look like a crib.
Victoria walked into the room ahead of Robert, wanting to trust that Jon would hold the answers to her strange experience of the day before. Robert had a bad feeling about him, but Victoria swore up and down that Jon had always been a good neighbour, and that if anyone could help her out, it would be him.
"Jon?" she called in her soprano voice, a feature that Robert had always loved about her. The truth of their relationship, much to Robert's dismay, was that he had always been secretly in love with Victoria. Ever since the first day of art school, she'd held his heart in the palm of her hand. Her kindness, her sweetness, her talent, her curiosity. Not to mention her body. All of it, he loved it all.
A teenage boy walked out of the ensuite washroom wearing nothing but a bathrobe with the monogram "JM" on it. He was smiling warmly.
"Victoria!" Jon said, "How nice to see you! Who's this friend you've brought with you?"
Robert's suspicions were confirmed. This Jon was a creep. Why was he practically naked? Robert eyed the boy, who was holding his hands in his pockets, and seemed to be muttering to himself. What was his deal, anyway?
"Jon!" Victoria said excitedly, too excitedly, thought Robert, "It's always nice to see you, too! This is Robert, a friend from school."
Jon retracted one hand from his pocked and extended it to Robert, who ungraciously accepted it. It would take more than a handshake to win Robert over. Jon released Robert's hand and backed away, crossing to the window, again muttering to himself.
"What brings you by?" Jon asked, looking down at Victoria's house. Robert brushed his long, auburn hair out of his eyes and peeked out the window too. Had she always had such a large skylight? Robert had never been in Victoria's house, but was pretty sure a skylight over a bedroom, bathroom, and living room wasn't standard construction practice.
"Yesterday something totally weird happened," Victoria said, a giggle in her voice, "I was outside in my car, and then suddenly I was totally naked! Did you, like, see me?"
Jon smiled, "Maybe..." he started. Robert rolled his eyes. What was up with this creep? Not only was Jon muttering again, but he wouldn't even own up to being a peeping tom.
"You totally did!" Victoria squealed, "I had my boobies out and everything! Did you, you know, like it?"
Robert adjusted his bra strap. It was bad enough that he had to babysit Victoria on this stupid errand, but now he started to figure that he had worn a bra that was at least one size too small that morning. Sure, he loved spending time with Victoria, they were, after all, BFFs, but nothing was worth the annoying pain of having his breasts confined in this prison.
"Victoria, I always like the shows you put on for me," Jon said with a leering grin, then began muttering again.
Why couldn't this jerk just come out and say what he wanted, rather than muttering all the time? Sure, Robert thought, he was kind of cute, but that only got you so far in life. Robert eyed Victoria, who was gushing over the boy. She'd probably fuck him, too. She was wearing her 'easy' shoes, the ones she wore when she was on the prowl. Anything with a five inch heel meant that Victoria was good to go.
Robert's own four inchers made him feel tall, sexy, but were in no sense a message to the boy. Not that Robert would mind a little attention; He was, after all, dressed to kill. Short skirt, tight top... he'd even worn that push-up bra that was a size too small so that his titties would really pop.
"Maybe I should put on a show now?" Victoria said, crossing the floor to a pole that had appeared, sliding up from the dance floor.
Jon had a dance floor? Well, the room was big enough, Robert thought, as he watched the boy mutter again. Victoria was gyrating against the pole, music was beginning to swell.
Robert licked her swollen, painted lips, and breathed in the boy's scent. It wasn't like her to allow Victoria to land a boy, not when Robert was in the room. Sure, Robert liked Victoria, but really, they were nothing more than competitors. And this was a competition that Robert didn't want to lose.
When Robert had heard about the sexy teenager living next door to Victoria, she just had to come over and see for herself. When Victoria had extended the invitation, she couldn't say no. Now that she'd seen for herself how hot this boy actually was, she could see why Victoria was always giving him such a show.
Robert could feel her pussy begin to drip as she crossed the room to the boy. Victoria was busy dancing, and would be for a while. It was time for Robert to take advantage. She swayed, she wiggled, moving to the music, approaching Jon. Her prey was sitting on the bed, his bathrobe slightly open, his penis in full view of Robert's deep blue eyes. She dropped to her hands and knees, crawling to the boy. Her hands slid up his legs, pushing the robe fully open, revealing Jon's sexy teenage body. His penis was pulsing with excitement, making Robert's mouth water.
"Forget that bitch," Robert breathed in her husky voice, looking up from between Jon's legs, "You need a woman who knows what she's doing."
Finally, Robert thought as she took Jon's penis into her mouth, I've found someone I can really fall for.
