Free Sasha's Dilemma by T. Smith Page A

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he is getting hard again. Now, it’s my turn to smirk up at him.
    “Ready for round two?”
he asks with a passionate kiss.

Chapter 11

    We’re both startled by a
knock at the door.
    “Hey, Sash, you in there?”
I instantly tense up; it’s Dylan.
    Josh answers for me. “No,
just me. I think I saw her go out to the balcony though.” Josh
looks back at me, but I can’t read the expression on his face.
    “Thanks, man,” Dylan
replies, and we hear him leave. I slowly let my legs drop. Josh
slides out of me, and I start fixing up my clothes. Josh pulls me
around and I see he has a washcloth in his hand. He gets down on one
knee and wipes my thighs as well as my sex. Once I’m cleaned,
he places a gentle kiss to my sex and stands up. I’m completely
shocked. I’ve never had anyone do that for me before.
    I snap out of my head and look
around for my underwear. I can’t find them anywhere. Josh is
heading for the door and I spot them in his pocket. I reach out to
grab them, but he pulls back.
    “Na, beautiful, they’re
mine,” he says.
    What is he talking about? “Josh,
I need my underwear. Please give them back.”
    “No, beautiful, I need
something of you, and if this is all I can get for the meantime, this
is what I’m keeping. You better go find Dylan before he sends a
search party.”
    I’m not sure if he is angry
or not, so I decide to ignore him. I slip out of the bathroom and go
in search for everyone. I spot Dylan straightaway, and he waves me
over.
    “So, Sasha, would you like
to come to my house for dinner tomorrow night after work?” he
asks me immediately.
    I hear a cough behind me and turn
around to see Josh standing there glaring at us.
    I turn back to Dylan and explain
to him that I have to find Lola. I quickly excuse myself. As I’m
walking to the kitchen, Blake asks everyone to have a seat on the
balcony so we can have dessert. I take a seat and wait for everyone
to come out. Josh pulls out the chair next to me, but he’s
talking to a guy and doesn’t acknowledge me. Then I hear the
chair scrape on the other side of me and I notice it’s Dylan. Oh, God, why do I
do this to myself?
    Dylan starts a polite conversation
about work and I try to pay attention, but I feel a hand from the
other side of me running up and down my thigh. Remembering I don’t
have any underwear on, I try to push Josh’s hand away, but he
just holds onto my thigh and doesn’t move. I don’t want
to make a scene, so I stop struggling, thankful that the table covers
my lap. His hand slowly makes its way up to my entrance and starts
circling. I have a quick intake of breath, and glance over to find he
is smiling. He is obviously enjoying my discomfort.
    “Hey, you all right, Sasha?”
Dylan asks me, looking concerned. I just nod my head and try to
listen to the conversations around me.
    Josh starts to insert his finger.
I reach down once more to try to take his hand away. This just makes
him smirk and start moving in and out faster. He slides his fingers
out of me and starts playing with my clit. I’m breathing
heavily at this point, and about to lose my mind.
    Lola gives me a questioning look.
I just shrug my shoulders, and try to pretend nothing is going on,
but she see through me. She glances between Josh and me like she
might know what he is doing. I have to stop this now. I pull my chair
out and Josh is forced to remove his hand. I quickly walk over to
Lola and Blake to make an excuse and say my goodbyes.
    “Come on, Sash, you can’t
go yet. We’re just about to have some drinks,” Blake says
to me.
    “Thanks, Blake, but I’m
tired and got to work tomorrow, so I’m going to turn in. Thanks
for a lovely meal though.” I kiss him and Lola, and head out
the door. I’m almost at my car when Dylan grabs me by the arm,
pulling me to a stop.
    “Hey, you didn’t
answer me. Are you free tomorrow night for dinner?”
    “Yeah, sure, text me your
address and I’ll meet you at yours.” I give