Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I hurriedly pulled it out and put it on silent mode. Then, I checked my WhatsApp. I'd received a text from Tiffany. She wrote, "I sent a video to Dorothy; I'm positive she'll watch it. You just need to wait for the show."In that instant, I knew exactly what type of video Tiffany had sent to Dorothy. I honestly had no idea where she'd found so many of them. Still, this wasn't the time to think about that. I excitedly peeped through the curtains into the bedroom.I saw Dorothy clap her phone to her chest, her cheeks turning red. She looked hesitant. After a while, she picked a black lace nightgown from her wardrobe before heading to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water rang out.She'd really gone for a shower. She was oddly compliant to Tiffany's instructions, which surprised me. I thought she would've told Tiffany off.It looked like Tiffany was right—Robert had left Dorothy high and dry for too long. She desperately needed a man
If I'd really barged in there and done anything to Dorothy, I'd be dead meat. Knowing what she was like, she probably would've called the cops. I'd be labeled a rapist and be shamed for life. It was no wonder lust was one of the seven deadly sins.I'd been too rash. Tiffany had sent me here to see whether Dorothy would masturbate, not so I could do anything to her.I was still scared as I clambered over the balcony. I didn't stay to find out who was calling Dorothy.Tiffany was in her bedroom when I got back. She got out of bed when she saw me. "So, how'd it go?"I said absent-mindedly, "She did it. Dorothy really did it.""See? I told you she would. No woman who's gone without her husband's touch for long wouldn't be lonely and desperate," she said.She suddenly noticed something was off about me and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why do you look like you're unwell?"I was afraid. I'd been this close to committing a crime. I'd been an obedient child since childhood; I'd never d
I shook my head, feeling confused. "I don't know."Tiffany said, "Robert is leading Dorothy on like a dog with a bone. Whenever he calls her, he'll tell her he misses and wants her. He'll get her hot and bothered but won't give it to her."I couldn't help snarling, "He's such a jerk! Why's he doing this to Dorothy when he already has a mistress?"Tiffany was equally angry. "Right? Robert is an unfaithful bastard. He's even trying to lure Dorothy into a trap now. He's the biggest scumbag in the world!"I couldn't help feeling sorry for Dorothy upon hearing this. Robert had cheated on her, yet she was still unaware. She'd remained faithful to him despite him being away for over half a year. She hadn't done him wrong.Tiffany looked at me. "You must find it weird that I haven't told Dorothy about this despite being her best friend."She was right. I did indeed find it weird.Tiffany smiled bitterly. "It's not that I've never thought about it. It's that I can't tell her. Dorothy is
"Thanks for telling me all of this, Tiffany. I won't do anything rash in the future. I'll put my heart into pursuing Dorothy from now on," I said."It's good that you understand that." She looked at my crotch. "I doubt you'll be able to win her over any time soon, but you can't go around with a hard-on like that every day."I was frustrated. "Do you have any way to help me, Tiffany? I genuinely feel horrible. I don't know what to do about it."I had no experience in these matters and didn't know what to do. I could only ask Tiffany for help. I saw her face grow redder and her gaze turn odd. I didn't think much of it, though—I thought she was just feeling warm because the weather was hot and we didn't have the A/C on."Tiffany? Tiffany!" I called her name when she didn't say anything.She yelped like she'd been startled."Are you okay? Do you feel unwell?" I asked in concern, thinking there really was something wrong with her.She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I was just thinkin
Tiffany and I went downstairs together to get Dorothy's things. Then, we went to knock on her door. She only opened it after a while.Tiffany grinned and asked, "What were you doing? What took you so long to answer the door? Were you doing something naughty?"Dorothy's face was still red from her earlier activities. Her blush deepened at Tiffany's words. Tiffany was teasing her after sending porn to her.Still, Dorothy wanted to act tough. She refused to own up to her actions and retorted, "What are you talking about? I just had a shower.""Oh, a shower. Did you have it because of what I sent to you?" Tiffany entered the apartment while still teasing Dorothy.Feeling diffident, Dorothy said, "What did you send to me? I didn't check my phone at all."I widened my eyes. She was lying through her teeth! I'd caught her earlier—not only had she watched the video, but she'd even gotten aroused.Of course, I couldn't say that aloud. Otherwise, she would know I'd peeped at her. I had to
I knew it was because Dorothy felt diffident. She hadn't screamed or left when catching me jerking off. Instead, she'd stood there and watched me with wide eyes for a while. The thought of it made her flush. She was afraid I would bring it up, so she quickly cut me off.I asked tentatively, "Does this mean you've forgiven me?"She harrumphed. "You can pass the incident in the car off as an accident, but what about when we were in the supermarket? Why did you say those things to me? Did you think I was some loose woman?"That was actually what she was mad about. She and I had only met once, yet I'd said such forward things to her. She felt that I thought she was a promiscuous woman—this thought had started because of the massage in the morning.When I'd massaged her, she'd felt my hands roaming but hadn't stopped me in time. She thought she'd given me the wrong signals, leading to me saying those things. That was why she was both regretful and upset.At the same time, she was mad a
I didn't dare tell Dorothy the truth. She would think I was a huge pervert if I were to tell her I constantly had a hard-on. So, I said, "No, I don't usually get like this."Her blush deepened. "Does that mean you're only like this because you're with me?"I hurriedly explained, "No, of course not. I respect you a lot, Dorothy. I don't mean anything by it. I'm just like this because you're too pretty. Men always feel things for beautiful women."I saw her neck and ears turn red as I said these things. Her gaze turned shy. Afraid that she would get mad at me, I added, "I admire you, Dorothy, but I have no intention of taking advantage of you. You're like a goddess in my heart; I've never met anyone as gentle and beautiful as you.""Alright, alright. Who are you calling a goddess? Tiffany said you were an honest, level-headed young man. I don't see that in you at all," Dorothy said. She was worried she'd lose control of herself if she allowed me to continue.Seeing that she wasn't h
Tiffany's attention wasn't on me now, though. She was focused on Dorothy and scrutinizing her expression. The latter's face was as red as an apple, and she looked diffident. She didn't dare look at me.The more she acted like that, the more it indicated her desire. For people like Dorothy, they would bottle everything up instead of expressing their feelings, no matter how much they wanted it.If one wanted to see what they were thinking, one would have to try to read them based on their expressions. Tiffany was a pro at that. She only needed to look at Dorothy to know what she thought."You should get some rest, Dorothy. Tom and I will leave now. Remember to come over tomorrow morning so Tom can continue massaging you," she said.Then, she shot me a look, signaling it was time to go. I was reluctant to leave but had no choice. I turned and followed Tiffany out.Back at home, Tiffany couldn't stop grinning. "I knew I was right! Dorothy's desire has been awakened now."I was still