Free Good Girl (Playroom) by Erica Chilson

which means he probably knew where I was looking a second ago. I hide my crimson face behind my sweaty palms.
    “It’s magnificent,” I breathlessly mumble. I’m not sure if I mean Auggie’s ass, back, thighs, or testicles. But the tattoo is incredible, too. Auggie snorts, knowing the direction of my thoughts.
    “How do you do that? Know what I’m thinking?” I ask out of curiosity.
    “Body language… and I can feel your eyes on me. Your eyes betrayed you when you responded. They fell south of my back,” he smirks and turns to face me. “Plus, your face is flushed, your eyes dilated, and your nipples are trying to wave hello.” He gives a little wave at my chest and snickers at my mortified reaction.
    I gasp and cover my chest in embarrassment. My nipples never even respond to the cold- nipples that didn’t even bead when Essie was pulling on them earlier. But they could cut glass right now. Hell, it feels like I’ve grown boobs, too. Not big boobs- just ones that have something to squish. It doesn’t feel like skin covering my chest bones with miniature unresponsive nipples sitting on top.
    “Put your arms down, Willow. I think it’s only fair since you’ve been ogling me ever since you watched a woman suck my cock in the Playroom .” Auggie’s voice is deeper and raspier than usual.
    I instinctively lick my lips when he says suck , and I replay the scene in my mind on repeat. The beauty kneels before the gigantic beast with the lifelike tattoo moving with every flex of his hips. I can even hear the sounds Auggie made as he found his pleasure.
    I suck in a deep breath and drop my arms. I’m afraid to know what my body language is betraying right now. “You seem surprised about how your body is responding to me,” Auggie breathes. “I thought you’d at least have had a kid feel you up properly.”
    Auggie arches an eyebrow in challenge and stalks over to me. The towel is gripped in his hand and it’s covering between his hips even though he’s wearing pants.
    “Yeah, but there was never anything to feel up,” I say in shame. “I’m not totally innocent. I’ve had guys paw at my chest and ass. Sometimes our drinking games would turn into sexual stuff, and the losers would have to makeout with me because it was like making out with a kid. I had nothing to offer,” I mumble in humiliation.
    “Ah- virgin boys and virgin girls are such a disaster together. It’s the blind leading the blind. My Monster’s not so flat right now, are you?” Auggie points at my swelling buds and smiles. “It’s called being aroused. Kieren didn’t do this for you earlier, did he?” He knowingly asks.
    “No, Kieren didn’t,” I admit.
    “Did you like watching me in the Playroom? Did it do this to you?” Auggie roughly grabs my breast and kneads. A low moan spills out my parted lips and that ball of ache turns into a storm of need.
    “Yesssss,” hisses out when Auggie pulls hard on my nipple , and I quiver in delight. “I want to watch you again,” I moan.
    “Rub t hem. See how much the mere sight of my body swells them, how much my touch arouses you.” Auggie’s voice is intoxicating and coaxing. I become his puppet. His voice is the string from my hand to his request. My hands eagerly cup my breasts- cup them for the very first time. My birthday wish was granted. Tears start to rapidly fall from my eyes as I rub my breasts in wonder and pleasure.
    “Good girl. You only needed to become arous ed. They may be tiny, but they’re still tits. All straight men like female parts, but we all like something different. You wouldn’t do well with a breast-man for obvious reasons. But I’m not a breast-man, so it doesn’t matter. My opinion is the only one that matters- ever.” At this moment, I agree with him. I’d agree with anything Auggie had in mind as long as he kept touching me.
    One of Auggie’ s hands mounds both of my boobs. We both gaze at the sight of his huge fingers pushing my breasts