Chapter 4: Phone Call

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Mario Walton was savoring the moment. His neck still burned where the scratches stung, but now Nancy's fingertips soothed his skin with a gentle, cool touch. What puzzled him most was how his sister-in-law had suddenly turned so shy again. "Nancy... the ointment squeezed out and dropped on the floor," Mario reminded her. Nancy snapped back to reality. She'd been holding the tube in her left hand while applying the medicine with her right fingertips, but her brief distraction had caused a big blob to squirt out and fall to the ground. "Oh no." Seeing the mess, Nancy quickly grabbed a tissue and crouched down to clean it up. But the innocent motion was anything but innocent for Mario. Her two pale, rounded boobs came into view again. Maybe because she was at home, Nancy wasn't wearing a bra-no wonder her breasts had felt so bouncy and soft when he hugged her in the kitchen earlier. Little did Mario know Nancy was actually wearing a half-cup bra. It didn't fully cover her curves, but she wasn't braless. Mario's inexperience made him assume otherwise when he caught a glimpse of her creamy skin. He swallowed hard as he was getting hard again. Nancy stayed oblivious to his reaction. Not only was her chest visible in a flash of white, but as she turned to wipe up the ointment, he even caught a glimpse of her perky butt. She was wearing a low-rise denim mini skirt that morning, and when she turned, her slender, pale waist was revealed-so narrow and fair. The curve flared downward, and Mario caught sight of the deep crack between her pale butt cheeks. The crack looked like it went on forever. Mario couldn't help but stand up and shifted his position for a better view. After cleaning up the ointment, Nancy stood and tossed the crumpled tissue into the trash. She checked the scratches on Mario's neck-they had faded a lot. "Study at home while I'm gone. I'm meeting my girlfriends for shopping. Order takeout for lunch, okay?" After tidying up, Nancy pulled five dollars from her pocket and handed it to Mario. Learning his sister-in-law was heading out, Mario felt a pang of reluctance but couldn't bring himself to ask to tag along. He just took the money and nodded glumly. After Nancy left, Mario moped around for a while. Just as he was wondering what to do, he suddenly remembered Nancy's panties were still hidden under his pillow. He rushed back to his bedroom and pulled out the red lace underwear. Looking at it again, he saw white stains-his and hers. He wasn't usually into this kind of thing, but the last two days had been overwhelming. Thinking of Nancy's soft curves and her pale, flower-like butt, he couldn't help himself-he had nowhere else to let out his desires. "In Grimwaldia I fooled around till I dropped off the map-kinda miss those classic moves…" Just as his excitement peaked, Mario's phone rang. The ringtone was the latest internet hit song. Seeing Nancy's name on the caller ID, he picked up right away. "Nancy, what's wrong?" Mario asked, heat flooding him as he started working his hand. Nancy didn't notice anything strange in Mario's voice and said directly, "I forgot to leave you a key. Stay home and study properly, don't go wandering around..." "Ah, I understand," Mario replied, listening to Nancy's voice while picturing her, his breathing growing heavier. "Okay, be good. I'm hanging up," Nancy said. "Don't hang up..." Mario was just getting comfortable with his fantasy when he heard Nancy about to end the call, so he called out urgently. "What's wrong?" Nancy asked. "I... ah, I... my pen broke, and if I can't go out to buy one, do we have any at home?" In his panic, Mario made up an excuse. Nancy, unaware of Mario's deception, replied, "On the second shelf of the shelving unit in the living room, there's a pen cup with a few rollerball pens." Listening to Nancy's voice, Mario's hand moved faster and faster. He asked softly, "Where? I can't find it..." "Check the second shelf of the bookcase in the living room-there's a pen holder with some gel pens inside. Look carefully, they're easy to spot," Nancy explained patiently. Mario didn't care about her words, focused only on her voice as he worked himself toward release. Seconds later, he finally lost it and finished again. "Ahh!" He let out a rough, heavy gasp. On the other end, Nancy froze. As a married woman, how could she not recognize the ragged, telltale breathing of a guy finishing? Her brows furrowed as she scolded into the phone, "You... you naughty boy! Want me to tell Ryder?" After his release, Mario's mind went blank for several seconds. As the pleasure faded, he feigned innocence: "Nancy, I found the gel pen..." "You!" Nancy was fuming, at a loss for words. She hadn't caught him in the act, so there wasn't much she could say. She couldn't really go tell Ryder, could she? Her pretty face flushed red as she remembered the panties that had "disappeared" last night. She let out a little huff, "Wash what you stole last night and hang it out on the balcony to dry! And... I'll forgive you this once, but don't you dare do this kind of thing again, got it?" Mario looked down at the wet mess in his hands and asked, "If I wash it, will you still wear it?" "You little rascal!" Nancy angrily hung up. Of course she knew what Mario had been doing with her underwear. What infuriated her was that after using it, this boy had the nerve to ask if she'd still wear it. They were designer panties from a boutique, costing over sixty dollars. She'd only worn them twice before this little devil "ruined" them. What a waste. If Mario hadn't asked, Nancy might not have thought much about it and would've kept wearing them after washing. But now that he'd brought it up, if she said she'd still wear them, wouldn't that be...

Chapter 4: Phone Call

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