"Johnny, since my mom… Oh shit!"
I hopped back out of the guest room that I'd just barged into. I'd accidentally caught Johnny doing the…, what was that cute term Becky used for stroking it? Oh yeah, the five-knuckle shuffle. I lifted my hand to my mouth and giggled. "Sorry, Johnny!" I said loud enough to be heard through the door.
"Dammit Tammy. You know you don't just barge into someone's room. Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock before you come in?" Johnny's voice seemed shaky.
I bit my lip. "I told you I was sorry."
This was the opportunity I'd been looking for, so I was going to follow it for all it was worth. "Can I come in now?"
"I guess."
I eased the door open. Biting my lip to keep from smirking, I sashayed up to the bed and sat at the foot. He sat at the top his back against a pair of pillows which rested against the headboard, his arms wrapped around his knees, which were covered by a sheet. He's trying to hide his woody.
"Happy Birthday by the way."
"Thank you." I snickered.
"What's so funny?"
Shrugging, I wriggled my underdeveloped butt as the image of his boner embedded itself in my innocent, but devious mind.
When I didn't say anything, Johnny asked, "What do you want to do for your birthday?"