Dammit, Angie!

It was a lazy Saturday morning. I lived by myself in a little apartment over a store.  I was casually reaching into my briefs to play with my dick.  "This would be a good time to jack off", I thought to my self. Just then there was a knock at the door.

I took a few deep breaths to allow my semi to soften, and put on a pair of gym shorts.  I opened the door and saw Angie.  Fucking Angie.  Angie was a high maintenance friend of mine. She always wanted something. But she had a gorgeous ass.  I probably wouldn't have anything to do with Angie if not for that ass.  And she knew it.

"Take me to the flea market", she said, without even saying hello.  "You know I don't like driving down there". 

"I'm busy", I told her. "Go find somebody else". 

"What are you doing that's so important?" she demanded. 

I came right out and said it.  "I'm masturbating! Go away". 

I wouldn't ordinarily say this to anybody, but I really needed to finish what I started, and Angie was being rude, so I just became brutally frank.

"Well, hurry up and get it over with", she said.  "They open at 10."  She came into the apartment.

This was a curveball. I didn't expect her to come in.  What was the game? Was she going to just wait there until I finished jacking off? OK, it was weird, but I decided to go on with it.

I started to walk toward the bedroom. To my astonishment, she followed me in.  I turned to her, and held out my arms and said, "Oh, did you want ...".

"No", she said. "If you're going to jack off, go into the bathroom and do what you need to do". She plopped down on my bed.  "I'll just wait here.  Get going!"

"Why the bathroom?" I asked?  This was my apartment, and I usually jacked off anywhere I wanted to.

"Isn't that where guys masturbate?  That's where my brother always went when I lived at home", she said.  

I walked into the bathroom and shut the door.  I slid off my shorts and underwear and began stroking my cock. I started flipping through my phone for porn. 

Then Angie said, "I don't think Josh is coming with us to the show tomorrow".  Seriously? Was she making small talk while I was jacking? This was just getting insane.

"I wonder why?" I muttered, not really caring about Josh or his weekend plans.

Angie didn't answer.  In a few seconds, the bathroom door swung open. 

"I can't hear you with that door closed", she said.  She was smirking.

There I was, exposed.  I was totally naked, my dick in one hand, and some raunchy porn in the other.  I stopped stroking and tried to cover up.

"Hurry it up. I'm getting tired of waiting", she said.  She snatched my phone from my hand.  "Oh, is this the kind of porn you like, you dirty boy?" she asked. She walked back on the bed, laid down, and started looking through the porn on my phone.

So there I was, bathroom door open, naked to her eyes, stroking my cock.

"Don't boys use their imagination anymore?" she scolded, still looking at the porn on my phone.  "Why don't you just think of some hot girls?" she looked up to see if I was paying attention.  I was stroking harder now.

"Do you like Mary?", she asked. 

I did have a crush on Mary. Was it that evident?  

"She has such nice boobs, " Angie said. "Remember that bikini she wore to the party last month?"

I did remember that bikini. And those boobs. And that ass. I pictured them as I was stroking.

"I saw how you looked at her. Like you wanted to rip that bikini off right there.  You really are an animal, you know that?".  She laughed. "Boys look so funny when they're jacking off". 

"You'd like to fuck Mary, wouldn't you?" she asked. 

"Yeah", I said. "I don't blame you. She's gorgeous. I've seen her naked. Nice trimmed bush."I was jacking faster now, picturing Mary. Picturing the bikini. Picturing her bush. Picturing me fucking her.

"I made out with her once. We were both drunk. She's a real good kisser", Angie said, matter-of-factly.

That was it.  I came. The hot mess came shooting out and into a tissue.

Angie hopped up and clapped her hands.  "Good job, Pete. Get your pants on and let's go!"