0 comments/ 195121 views/ 185 favorites Crying Wolf By: The_shadow_rising "But Karl, he's an asshole. You know I think he's a prick! All he does is try to look down my top or stare at my ass..." Elizabeth Alexander replied to her sweet boyfriend of just over three years as she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder while unpacking the brown bags full of groceries -- if she put them away a little harshly...well, she was just taking out her frustration at the topic of conversation. "You've got a great ass, Beth. A guy just can't help looking sometimes. It's harmless, you know that." Karl Tabbert replied...as he always did...and Elizabeth frowned as she pulled the fridge open and almost tossed the milk inside. "You're too laid back." She said in reply, frustration turning to irritation as a memory popped all too vividly into her mind. "You remember that time I first met him and went to kiss him on the cheek and he turned his head so I accidentally kissed him on the lips?" "Yeah..." Karl answered, the tone of his voice the same as always when she brought this up. "Yeah...? He did that on purpose so I'd kiss him!" She muttered angrily, placing the fruit into the bowl on the table a little...less gentle...than normal. "Come on Beth, he heard someone call his name, he told you that after." Her boyfriend replied, again, as he always did when she mentioned any of his friend's 'incidents'. "Yeah, of course he did." She answered back sarcastically and muttered to herself under her breath. This wasn't going to do any good, it never did. This was not the first time this exact same conversation had happened. It always did when Karl's 'best friend', Rhys, was going to be anywhere she was. The man was a total prick. A conceited, cocky, player-kind of a guy who always had his eye on her when he turned up...well, more than his eye at times, he had even tried hitting on her the night Karl had introduced them to each other, and that had been only a week or two after they had gotten together! And this was her sweet boyfriend's 'best friend' who he wanted to come over for a drink!? The fucking guy always wound her up! Still, this whole conversation wouldn't do any good, it never did. Karl wouldn't believe his best friend was a creep until he saw him pulling her clothes off or something!! Not that Rhys had ever done that, or would ever be that stupid...for a self-assured prick her boyfriend's 'best friend' wasn't stupid at least. No, he would never do something that would reveal what he was! Fucking arrogant, creepy bastard... That thought made Beth far more irritated than she already had been. "Do you have to come here though? Can't you guys just meet at the bar or something?" She asked, trying to calm herself. "Come on babe, as soon as you get to know him you'll love him." Her boyfriend replied, his voice taking on that sound he had when he was playing peacemaker...which in her opinion he did all too often with Rhys fucking Jenson. Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth sighed before she spoke again. Damn him, and damn his perpetually laid-back trust in his friend, and fuck, damn the fact she loved him too! "Fine" She answered resignedly. "You guys won't be here long anyway so I won't have to put up with him for long." "That's my girl." Karl replied sounding pleased and Elizabeth grunted in reply as she screwed up the brown bags and threw them into the bin in the corner, frowning irritably as she did it. "Right, I'm gonna have to get going, gotta get back to work but I'll see you when I get back. Thanks babe." Elizabeth replied that he had better thank her before telling him that she loved him and hanging up the phone. Running a hand through her light-brunette hair, she sighed heavily, thinking of the intolerable evening to come, before she placed the phone back on its stand and looked forlornly around the kitchen for a moment. After a moment, Elizabeth Alexander, the beautiful brunette girlfriend, shook her head and relaxed the frown that had slowly crept onto her face...she was just going to have to deal with Rhys fucking Jenson, fucking Karl...before she glanced up at the clock on the wall. Four hours till Karl finished work and maybe half an hour on that till he was back. Four and a half hours of peace...four and a half hours to prepare herself for an hour or two of dealing with Rhys in the house. Oh, for some reason that just didn't feel like enough time. Deciding to put her boyfriend's 'best friend' out of her mind -- he would have enough time to piss her off when he was there, she had no intention of letting him get to her when he wasn't - the 24-year-old brunette headed over to the refrigerator and taking some ice and lemonade out made herself a nice cool drink to take the edge off the gorgeous day before making her way into the lounge, grabbing a magazine she had intended to read that day, at least before Karl had ruined the day with his news, and sat on the couch, curling her legs underneath her as she held the drink in one hand and the magazine in the other. And oh, how blissful that peace was. Sipping her cool drink and flicking through her magazine with nothing but the sounds of summer outside and the warm caress of the afternoon air. Followed, of course, by flicking through the television channels to watch her favourite shows, grabbing something to eat, phoning one or two of her friends to see if any of them wanted to come over seeing as Karl was heading out tonight (which none did unfortunately, but still). Oh, it was beautiful and time did fly. At least, it flew for three hours...and then there came a knock at the door. Placing her not-long-poured lemonade on the table beside the couch, Elizabeth dropped the remote on the seat as she got up, feeling quite content, and headed through into the hallway and to the etched glass-panelled front door. Opening it sprightly, the beautiful girlfriend's positive mood quickly drained as her eyes fell on the attractive but self-assured face of her boyfriend's best friend -- everything about him was cocky! From his short, dark lightly-gelled hair, his fit but not overly muscular body in his jeans and fitting t-shirt, to his large brown eyes and that arrogant, smug smile he always had that got her back right up! Fuck but her mood changed instantly. One moment she was on top of the world and now...now she was rigid and had a knot of irritation already tight in her stomach. What in the hell was he doing here two hours before Karl got home!? "Karl's not back from work yet Rhys." Elizabeth said tartly, not even pretending to sound welcoming, though she did manage to stop herself frowning, which she thought was an accomplishment at least. "That's alright, I can wait for him." Her boyfriend's best friend replied as he gave her one of his overconfident smiles before walking straight passed her and into the lounge. Standing holding the front door open, Elizabeth gritted her teeth in irritation for a moment before she pushed the door closed...so what if it slammed a little...and turned to follow Rhys into the lounge, ready to give him what for. When she walked into the room however, he was already sitting on the couch in front of the large television, his feet on her coffee table and the remote in his hand, flicking through the channels. That ball of irritation knotted ever tighter and Elizabeth thought she would crack her jaw she clenched her teeth so tightly. Not only had he just walked in as if he owned the place, without even asking her, but now he had turned her programme over! That...that...that self-conceited asshole! "Do you get any good porn on here?" He asked before he twisted his head to look at her as she stared daggers at him, her arms folded beneath her large, heavy breasts as she scowled at him. "No." She replied curtly, and biting her tongue as she knew yelling at him wouldn't do any good, she reached over and yanked the remote from his hand and changed the channel back to what she had been watching before he came in and ruined her afternoon. "That's alright, I've got you to look at." He retorted smugly, that small smile turning the corner of his lips as he stared at her face...which at least made a change from him ogling her body. If it was any other guy except Rhys fucking Jenson, Elizabeth would wonder why he thought she looked sexy. Sure, she looked good, in whatever she wore too, she knew that, but it wasn't like she had dressed sexy. She was just wearing her stonewashed jeans, which fair enough were a little snug like most jeans around the thighs and ass, but still, they weren't tight jeans, and ok, she had on her yellow t-shirt which had a couple of black roses imprinted on the front, which granted was also tightish and may have emphasised her swelling 36D tits, her flat stomach and slim waist a little, but no more than any other non-baggy t-shirt. Other than that she had her long light-brown hair hanging down her back and over her shoulders and her faint-yellow slip on shoes on her feet. Nothing sexy, just something comfortable. But then, as she had already thought...if it was any other guy than Rhys Jenson she would have been surprised... "Rhys..." Elizabeth said and then stopped before she said something that showed he had gotten a rise out of her. "...what are you doing here? You're not meant to be here till later." Crossing one leg over the other on her coffee table and placing his arm on the couch arm, Rhys smiled at her a moment before he deigned to reply. "I was in the area and I thought I'd stop by. No point in heading home only to come back out here again, is there?" He answered before he took a piece of gum from his pocket. Popping it into his mouth he smiled self-assuredly at her. "Besides Beth, I can keep you company now..." He added and slapped the couch beside him. "...come, sit." Irritation flared into anger at the audacity of this...this...fucking asshole! However, with more than a little effort Elizabeth managed to keep her temper...just...though her eyes did flare dangerously. Oh, he would love it if she showed him how much he had gotten to her, she had learned that lesson the first few times she had been around him. No, she wouldn't play into his hands. Fucking asshole! "I was having a nice...peaceful...day until you turned up." She replied and walked around the couch, planning on heading to the chair next to it but then changing her mind. Why should she have to move because of him!? But she wasn't going to let him think he had made her sit with that...gesture... Grabbing her drink from the table beside the couch, Elizabeth stood facing the television, watching it as she sipped from her glass, completely ignoring her boyfriend's best friend as if he wasn't there. Ha! Let him suck on being ignored for once in his life. For a moment the gorgeous 24-year-old girlfriend felt pride at showing Rhys his place with her, at least, she did until he spoke... "Man, you look fucking hot standing there..." He said and as she half-turned to look at him, she noticed his eyes trailing down from obviously staring at her chest, to her tight ass and down her obviously toned legs. Draining the rest of her drink, Elizabeth bit her tongue again as she turned to walk into the kitchen, gripping the glass a little hard as she heard Rhys chuckle to himself behind her...she could 'feel' his eyes watching her ass sway! That fucking....she would growl if she could!! Muttering under her breath, the sexy brunette poured herself another glass...then almost jumped as she heard Rhys speak from the doorway behind her. "Mine's a beer." He said, sounding confident that she would get him one. "I always thought you'd make a hot cocktail waitress Beth." Placing the jug back on the counter before she threw it at him, Elizabeth turned around, her eyes flaring again before she smiled at him sweetly. He would not win this time, and fuck if she was going to let him get to her...well, enough to get a reaction anyway... "You know where they are." She replied a little too innocently before taking a sip of her drink and walking towards the door. "And there's an apron in the drawer you may want to wear." A small irritation spiked inside at stooping to his level...only small though -- sometimes it had to be done...however it was quickly squashed when Rhys leaned back against one side of the doorframe...inside the doorway!...leaving only just enough room for her to squeeze through. Standing there staring at him for a moment Elizabeth watched him watch her back completely at his ease -- more so, he was still smiling that small, smug, fucking self-assured, egotistical smile of his, as if he had not even heard her comment! For that moment she just stood there staring at him, her eyes wide as if to tell him to move, though he remained smug, and she finally decided that he had no intention of letting her passed easily, as he simply waved his hand as if to say 'go on through'... "A man would move for a woman." She commented acidly, and much to her continuing irritation, Rhys' smile deepened. "A good man, maybe, but everyone knows women love the bad guy." He replied cockily; however this time, Elizabeth just smiled sweetly...her voice was anything but though. "Not every woman." She retorted, holding back the addition of saying how she hated him. This time Rhys' smile was not so self-assured, at least for the briefest of moments, which as far as she could remember, was the first time she had ever seen that arrogant façade stumble. He didn't reply though even when his smirk returned to its usual irritating self, and Elizabeth waited for him to move a moment longer before sighing exasperatedly and moving to squeeze passed her boyfriend's best friend. At first she tried to get through forwards, however the asshole had not left enough space for that, and so in the end she twisted slightly, holding her drink in front of her as a shield between them as she squeezed through as quickly as she could. For a moment Elizabeth thought that Rhys was going to try to press her against the doorframe, or grab her waist or something...however her boyfriend's 'best' friend simply watched, apparently amused at her obvious defensiveness. Asshole... The moment she was through the doorway though, which had seemed like forever being so close to that prick, Elizabeth turned and was about to head towards the couch when suddenly... "Mm-mm!" Rhys murmured appreciatively behind her as he obviously ogled her ass. "Now I could watch you for hours." ...and with those words, before Elizabeth could turn or move any further, in that split second the gorgeous girlfriend suddenly felt her boyfriend's best friend slap her tight, jean-clad ass firmly. The slap caught the sexy brunette off guard and for a moment she scurried forward, trying to get to the couch and out of Rhys' reach. Rhys apparently didn't notice her reaction, however, for which she was grateful, as she heard him chuckling to himself as he walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. With her cheeks flushing with indignation, Elizabeth sat down on the couch, her ass a little tingly from the sharp slap. The nerve of that motherfucker! Treating her like a piece of meat...like 'his' piece of meat...she should slap him for that! Show him just how to slap someone and mean it! Holding her drink to her lips, she sat and stared, pondering over her ill fortune at having that asshole here, alone, for another...ugh, hour and twenty minutes -- it may have well have been a fucking eternity. What had she done to deserve this? "You must have known I was coming..." Rhys said with a faint smile as he came waltzing back into the lounge, an open beer in his hand. Elizabeth looked over towards him disdainfully to see what he was blabbering on about now. "...got my favourite beer for me ah? And I get to stare at you till good old Karly comes back." Of course, as he spoke the irritating prick made a bee-line for the couch seat next to her. Not wanting to let him make her move, Elizabeth quickly snatched the remote up from the seat, trying to maintain some sort of composure as she gripped it ready to beat him with it if he tried taking it from her to turn the television over...this was her house, after all, she wasn't going to be pushed around by anyone in it, least of all this asshole. Well, any more anyway. Dropping onto the couch beside her, Elizabeth cast an irritated glance sideways at him, her boyfriend's 'best' friend, as he almost made her spill her drink over herself. However, of course, Rhys simply smiled amusedly... "Shame, would have been hot seeing you in a wet t-shirt." He commented, his eyes unashamedly falling to her impressive, heavy rack confined behind the yellow t-shirt. Sneering and not saying a word...he would 'not' get a rise out of her...oh she wished Karl finished early today...Elizabeth folded her arms and crossed her legs before focusing on the programme she had been watching as if Rhys wasn't there at all. It seemed to work for about ten minutes -- at least if the fact he didn't stop eyeing her up over the entire time wasn't counted anyway -- however after that, true to his prick-like self, Rhys placed his arm on the back of the couch and turned to watch the television, commenting on the women that were on...oh, just about how some were hot, how he screwed a chick like that the other night, or how some chick had sucked his dick in the parking lot of a club who was the spitting image of that one's sister...nothing that would have bothered her much, well, not much compared to Rhys' normal behaviour anyway...but then came the inevitable words...'but none of them are as hot as you.' At that Elizabeth would have continued ignoring him if he had left it at that...but of course, this was Rhys fucking Jenson after all. "I bet none of them suck a cock or fuck like you though Beth." He said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. It took all the willpower she had not to slap him for that, and boy was it still a close call. But she would 'not' let him get that rise. No. No she would not. Even if she had to sit there until she burst. Fuck she felt like screaming at him! Seeing that he still hadn't gotten a rise out of her only emboldened him though, and so as he grinned at her from where he sat, like a smug cat, he added... "You should try wrapping these sexy legs of yours around me and we could have some fun while we wait" He said with that leering smile as he slapped her thigh and left his hand gently squeezing her leg through her jeans. Grabbing his hand, Elizabeth pulled it from her leg, which took a little going as Rhys made her struggle to move it...his eyes showing he was obviously enjoying the 'game' ...and just managing to stop herself from trying to break his fingers she tossed it like a dirty rag back into his lap. However that didn't stop a man like Rhys, and so after the third time of removing his hand from her leg, Elizabeth turned on him, her voice calm and steady yet the obvious withheld annoyance clearly tinging her voice. "Stop being such an assh..." Elizabeth managed to get out before suddenly Rhys' lips mashed fully against hers. Everything happened at once, too fast for her mind to take in. The moment her boyfriend's best friend's lips pressed firmly against hers, Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise, her hands held up in shock for a moment as Rhys began to push her backwards with the force of his kiss, his lips trying to part hers. As the force of his kiss began to push her down onto the couch, Elizabeth suddenly recovered from her initial shock and quickly placed her hands on Rhys' chest, trying vainly to push him off and away from her, however Rhys simply moved in with the kiss and so Elizabeth was almost on her back by the time she managed to roughly push Karl's 'best' friend's lips from hers somewhat breathily and shove him off her. Crying Wolf Pushing herself back up as Rhys sat back staring at her, Elizabeth's eyes flashed with anger and the sharp crack her slap made against his cheek that knocked his head sideways surely must have been heard outside...if it hadn't Elizabeth's voice surely was... "You fucking asshole! How dare you!!" The brunette girlfriend half-screamed and half-shouted, her eyes dangerous and her hands clenched tightly into fists. Rhys turned to look at her...amused! Amused!! Rage flared violently inside of her and she once more slapped Rhys' face so hard she left a hand print on his cheek that burned red and made her hand cry in pain before she quickly moved away from him, standing up and staring hate at him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before placing her hands firmly on her hips. "What the fuck do you think you are doing!?" She demanded in only a raised voice this time, as she stood quivering inside. Rhys just turned his head calmly...still wearing a smile of all things...and leaned back on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table as if he were for all the world relaxing in a fun, peaceful atmosphere. "Well, where I come from that's called kissing you." He replied just as calm and amused as he looked. "I want you to get out!" Elizabeth said dangerously. "Get out? Why? Karl will be back soon and I've only got to come back then." He replied as he reached for the remote and changed the channel. Elizabeth looked from his face to the remote. The...the fucking audacity of this...this...this...ah, she could have screamed! "Karl will throw you out himself when I tell him what you just did!" She replied furiously, the anger inside just wanting to grab something to throw at him. Rhys' smile broadened at that and he turned to look at the television, seeing what was on as he flicked through the channels. "I wouldn't be too sure about that, I'll just say it was an accident." He answered perfectly confidently. "He knows what you're like so he'll believe me." She replied, her anger being stoked by the way he was acting. "He didn't say anything that time I 'accidentally' kissed you when we first met, and that was in front of him." Her boyfriend's best friend said dismissively. Reminding her of that situation only got her back up even more, and while he was right about that time there was no chance that Karl would dismiss this one when he heard how upset she was. "We'll see about that." She replied angrily and turned to reach for the phone, dialling Karl's work number and turning to glare at Rhys before she walked through to the kitchen. If she'd had to stare at him a moment longer she'd have threw the phone at that stupid arrogant smile of his! By the time that Karl answered the phone she was pacing up and down like a cat swishing its tail and ready to lash out. "Hey babe, what's up?" Her boyfriend of just over three years asked as he sounded busy. Turning to lean against the kitchen counter, and glancing angrily through the doorway at Rhys who still sat calmly as he watched her from his 'comfy' sitting position on the couch, Elizabeth replied. "Karl, you're asshole of a 'friend' is here..." She began in a tight voice, ready to relate what had happened, when suddenly her boyfriend cut in. "Babe, we talked about this earlier, I'll be home soon, think you can just put up with him till I get back?" He asked half-interestedly as he STILL continued to do whatever it was he had been doing before her call despite her obviously wound-up sounding tone! The rage she felt at Rhys then turned a little towards her guy of just over three years. "Karl, that 'friend' of yours just fucking kissed me!" She almost growled in a not-too-caring tone, "I had to push him off me!" For a moment there was a silence and Elizabeth thought she had finally said something that had gotten through to her sweet boyfriend, when suddenly he spoke, STILL sounding busy. "It was probably just an accident..." He replied as laid-back as ever Elizabeth's eyes widened at those words...how could he think that after she had just told him!? What made it worse was Rhys, who was still watching her, obviously knew why she looked shocked and grinned broadly, laughing to himself before he turned back to the television. "...you know what he's like, he's just a flirty-kind of guy." Her boyfriend finished, and this time all of Elizabeth's anger turned on him. "Fucking hell Karl!" She almost yelled. "He kissed me! It was no accident, how can you say that?" She added angrily, her face a thunderhead. "Don't you care that your so-called 'best friend' tried to kiss your girlfriend in your own house!?" "Beth, come on, Rhys can get a little out of hand some times but I'm sure you're just blowing this out of proportion. He's probably just messing with you or something." He answered calmly, and Elizabeth's eyes widening with every word...though at least he sounded like he was giving his full attention this time. For a moment she was silent, until finally Karl seemed to gain some semblance of sense. "Beth, you there? You ok babe?" What was there to say to that?? Whatever it was, Elizabeth Alexander didn't know what it was right then; she was too stunned and fuming to reply. "Look babe, I believe you, it's just, you know, probably Rhys just playing around, you know what he's like. If it will make you happy I'll have a word with him, get him to calm down?" Her boyfriend continued, sounding truly like he did believe her, but mostly he just sounded like he was trying to placate her. She should have known Karl would have been like this...though she had hoped he would have not been! He really wouldn't believe how much of a fucking pig his supposed 'best friend' was until he did actually see him trying to rip her clothes off! And even then she wouldn't put it passed him to be so fucking laid back, trusting or trying to see the good in everyone to think of some fucking excuse! Elizabeth was not happy. "No, it's fine, he's obviously just playing around." She replied as sarcastically as she could, with more than a hint of anger in her voice. "He probably is." Karl said soothingly, which irked Elizabeth some more. "I'll be home in an hour, you can handle him for that long." Wrapping her free arm around her flat stomach, she frowned as she looked at Rhys glance over to her, feeling her anger at both men, before she replied. "Yeah" She replied simply, the annoyance so obvious in her tone and short reply...though if Karl noticed, he didn't say. "Alright beautiful, I'm going to have to go, but I'll be back soon. Love you." He said sounding a little happier. "You too" She replied tightly before pressing the 'end call' button and trying very hard not to slam the phone down on the kitchen counter. Glaring at Rhys as he smiled at her knowingly before turning back to the television, Elizabeth wrapped both arms around her before she walked over to the sink and stared out into the back garden and the gorgeous summer day. For a long time she stood trying to calm the anger inside her, after all, it would do her no good right now. A while passed as thoughts went through her mind and slowly she calmed to a gentle simmer before she suddenly realised that she had been standing in the kitchen for half an hour. That sudden thought made her feel as if she were hiding...hiding in her own home from that asshole!...and that, well, that just didn't sit right with her current mood. And so, turning around, Elizabeth walked back into the lounge and sat in the armchair by the couch, crossing her legs and folding her arms beneath her succulent breasts, blanking her boyfriend's jerk of a best friend as she watched the boring hockey game he had put on. "Wondered if you were going to come back in." Rhys said with slight amusement, and when she didn't even blink at his words, totally ignoring him, he added, "Told you Karl wouldn't believe it." Elizabeth glanced at him and smiled darkly. "I thought my slaps would have knocked some sense into that thick head of yours." She said acidly, and Rhys smiled arrogantly. "They were quite something." He replied, and surprisingly sounded genuinely admiring, "I like fiery women." Elizabeth's smile this time resembled her tone. "Well, anytime you want a slap, just ask." She said sharply, to which Rhys simply laughed. For a long moment Elizabeth sat in silence while her irritation at Karl festered in her mind as she went over how he acted again and again...which was only made worse by the not-so-secret appreciate glances Rhys kept giving her, though that did help turn her irritation towards him instead of her boyfriend. What was wrong with them both? Rhys was an asshole, and Karl, well, he was just too laid back and naïve at times. He knew what his friend was like, what he was like with all women -- he knew it, but he still wouldn't see that his best friend would ever be like that with his girlfriend, oh no, he trusted him too much for that. She supposed that was part of the reason she loved him in a way, at least for his lack of jealousy, after all she often did get guys hitting on her in clubs and bars, but still... Sighing silently to herself, Elizabeth tried hard to ignore Rhys' glances which seemed to work for a little while, though she could still 'feel' him in the room, and the memory of that prick kissing her still flared more anger than usual inside her, though this time she would not let him see it. She would wait for Karl to get back and have a private word with him, let him 'see' what kind of an asshole his friend really was, then he really would throw Rhys out and he would never bother her again then! A whole quarter of an hour of uninterrupted silence passed, blessed silence...and then Elizabeth heard a 'click'. Turning to look at Rhys, Elizabeth half-opened her mouth about to ask what he was doing when she saw the phone in his hands, which had obviously been pointed at her impressive rack, though Rhys was in the process of holding the phone's camera up to obviously take a full shot of her this time...the second 'click' sounded before Elizabeth could even get any words out. "Damn, you should be a model." Karl's best friend said as he leaned back and studied the photos on his phone. Again, he actually sounded honestly admiring. "You know, I'm a pretty good photographer, if you want any pictures taken anytime?" Elizabeth thought about telling him exactly what she thought about that idea, but decided against it as she remembered just how much effect that had had earlier, and so instead, she decided to play it entirely cool. And so turning back to the television she sipped her drink and totally ignored him. The next while truly tested her patience as Rhys began making suggestive remarks or taking another picture or twelve, anything to get a reaction from her, however Elizabeth continued to watch the show on television as if she were entirely alone...oh, and that did pay off. Her boyfriend's best friend at first found her silence amusing, however the longer she went on without acknowledging him, the more he tried harder and harder until Elizabeth had to suppress a small smile at 'his' now growing irritation...that was, until he made a move to stand up... ...Elizabeth turned to see that egotistical-predator-look on Rhys' face as he stood, and a million thoughts flew through her mind, however before he could move an inch from the couch the sound of a car pulling onto the drive had Elizabeth smiling conqueringly as she swiftly got up and glided promptly towards the front door. As she began pulling the door open to welcome her loving boyfriend, Rhys moved to her side and raised his hand in greeting to his friend. As she pulled the door fully open and gritted her teeth at being so close to the most annoying asshole she had ever met, and as Rhys raised his hand to greet his friend, Elizabeth felt his other hand slide behind her to squeeze her tight ass, resting gently on her jeans as he called out to Karl. "About time mate, thought you had gotten lost." The guy with his hand on her ass called out. Elizabeth looked up at him warningly, though Rhys simply gave her a proud, self-confident smile, amusement sparkling in his eyes as she reached back to pull his hand from her ass. "Lost? I got out early...and, I got some beer, come and give me a hand if you want some." Elizabeth's boyfriend of three years replied to his friend as he pushed the car door closed, oblivious to the fact that his friend was repeatedly squeezing his girlfriend's ass as she fought to pull his hand off her. "Rhys..." Elizabeth warned in a low, dangerous voice as Karl turned to walk to the back of the car and she tried turning to pull his hand free. "You know you love it." The cocky, dark-haired best friend replied before he gave her ass one last squeeze, and then, patting her like she 'was' his piece of ass and grinning confidently he then swaggered off proudly towards her boyfriend. Frowning irritably Elizabeth muttered under her breath. Not long now and he would be gone, and Elizabeth would make sure that Karl never let him near her again. Rhys had pushed it too far today by trying to kiss her...well, he had kissed her, but still...and she would make sure that he didn't get the chance again. Watching the pair take the beer out of the car and head back towards the door, her boyfriend's friend gave her one of his self-assured smiles as Elizabeth backed up against the wall so that he had more than ample room to get passed without touching her as he made his way in. Karl followed behind with a second crate and Elizabeth was relieved when Rhys just continued through to the kitchen without incident, but just as Karl made it passed the door, Elizabeth shut it behind him and leaned quickly in to kiss him lovingly...despite the feeling of anger that still dwelled inside her after earlier, she was so glad that her boyfriend was home, she felt he would be a barrier between her and Rhys, even if he wasn't aware of it, she would make sure of that till that annoying prick was gone. "Mmm, now I'm even more glad to be home." Her loving boyfriend said with that handsome smile of his as he stood looking down at her with those dark Latino-Italian eyes of his. "Me too." She responded honestly, and then she took a slight breath, ready for the inevitable slug ahead as she added, "Karl, about Rhys..." "Babe I know you don't like him, but we'll be heading out soon, so you won't have to put up with the way he is for long." He replied sweetly, still as laid back as ever as he cut her off. Elizabeth felt that nugget of anger inside stir at her boyfriend again, however it quickly switched focus, just as she was about to snap at him, as Rhys came through to the hallway. "If you two are planning to go at it right here the least you could do is bring the beer through so I can drink and watch at the same time." The shorter guy replied with his usual half-smile. Elizabeth turned to snap at him instead, however before she could more than part her soft lips Karl chuckled amusedly beside her before he made his way into the lounge bantering with his 'best friend' as if he had made a comment about just any woman on the street and not his girlfriend of just over three years!! Staring stunned at both of their backs as they headed through to the kitchen Elizabeth didn't know who to feel the more irritated with. In the end she decided to just go and get herself a drink...she would have words with both of them if they carried on being such...such...oh she could just have bit someone! As she almost stomped into the kitchen, ignoring both of those jerks, Elizabeth may have banged the glass and bottle a little harder on the counter than she intended as she took them from the cupboards...not that either of them noticed as they swaddled off back into the lounge laughing and jeering each other. Muttering to herself, the beautiful girlfriend poured herself a full glass of wine and took a deep swig before topping it back up and rapping her fingers on the counter. It took her a couple of minutes before she finally decided she was at least calm enough to head through to them without biting their heads off. Not long now and Rhys would be gone and Karl, oh, he would get an earful at least, and he could think again if he planned any 'fun' when he got home tonight, that's for sure. Taking a calming breath, the sexy brunette girlfriend kept that thought in mind as she walked through to the lounge, seeing her boyfriend and his friend sitting happily, the latter on the couch while the former was on the chair she had been in earlier, watching basketball on the television. That in itself didn't bother the gorgeous brunette, however the fact that Karl was either completely oblivious to her pissed off mood or simply had completely put it aside surely did. Either reason was made worse by the fact that he didn't even look around when she walked in, though Rhys noticed instantly. Oh, her sweet boyfriend was so not getting any for the next week!! Rhys, however, turned his head and eyeing her from her feet to her face with open interest gave her a lecherous and approving smile as she stood a few feet from him. "Beth, were you ever a cheerleader?" Her boyfriend's friend asked surprisingly. The question, not her, got her boyfriend's amused attention finally as he replied before she had a chance. "Nah man, though she's beautiful enough to have been no doubt." Karl answered his friend with a smile. The answer from her boyfriend made Elizabeth feel warm inside, though Rhys, as usual, had to ruin it. "No doubt about that man." Came his reply to his best friend. Nice enough words, sure, but it was the hidden insinuation behind them that shone in Rhys' eyes as he looked up at her, obviously mentally imagining her wearing a cheerleader's outfit that would show off her long, smooth legs, her slim waist and tight ass and her large, round, heavy tits...that ogling and self-assured look in Rhys' eyes deadened the momentary warmth inside the hot girlfriend. Trying to ignore her boyfriend's friend, Elizabeth turned to smile a little more warmly at Karl. "Thanks baby." She replied, deliberately not including Rhys in the gratitude. Karl gave her the smile that had won her over their first date, before replying. "Coming to join us?" He asked warmly, with a clear glint of being pleased in his eyes that she was 'trying' to tolerate his friend for him...though she wasn't, but that look and that smile...oh, it wouldn't be for long. Steeling herself, she smiled. "Only if you're going to watch something more interesting than basketball." She replied good-naturedly and sipped her drink. Karl smiled back at her and for a moment it was almost as if it were just the two of them, or at least them and anyone but Rhys Jenson. "How about porn? We saw a good one about a threesome on while looking what to watch." Rhys piped up with an amused grin which made Karl laugh and Elizabeth shake her head as she sat on the arm of Karl's chair and lay her free arm on the back. "You would suggest that." She retorted with no exasperation at all this time, after all, such a Rhysian response was inevitable, and at least it wasn't wholly insinuated at her, despite the 'threesome' part anyway. "You really should find a way of dealing with all that pent up 'inattention' you have Rhys." The bantering response made Karl laugh and squeeze her leg, no doubt in appreciation for finally 'accepting Rhys' way' no doubt, which she hadn't, at least not his usual way of grabbing and tricking situations where he could kiss her anyway. At least when he was saying things he wasn't near her anyway. Rhys just laughed, obviously enjoying the fact she replied back, though that spurred him on. "Well, you could help me with that Beth..." He said, before taking a swig of his beer, and continuing as if he had had no intention of insinuating anything by those words...though Elizabeth, unlike Karl, was not that naïve, "...you've got some hot friends, ah?" Crying Wolf The evasion was noticeable, especially with the glint of playful amusement in Rhys' large brown eyes, though Karl seemed oblivious to it, as he apparently always was when it came to his best friend's behaviour towards her. "Sure, that's a good idea." Karl replied, slapping her leg lightly as he turned to look up at her smiling. Elizabeth looked at both of them, her boyfriend with his usual peaceful and serene expression and his friend smiling at his interpretation of Karl's words in conjunction with his original insinuation, as if Karl had sounded pleased about the idea of her 'helping' Rhys out with his 'inattention'. "I don't think any of them are looking for anyone right now." She replied to Karl before turning back to add to his best friend, "Besides, aren't you the one who is always saying he can have any girl he wants?" "Always." Rhys answered with a faint predatory glint in his eye, though this time Elizabeth knew she had outwitted him, and so she added... "So you don't need my help at all." She said calmly, stroking Karl's hair with her free hand, knowing Rhys either had to admit defeat in his insinuations this time or come right out and say what he meant, from experience she knew her boyfriend's best friend didn't like either option. Instead of either though, Rhys simply shifted tactics by changing the subject. "You know you don't have to sit on the arm of a chair, there's another seat by me free." He said, once again patting the couch seat beside him invitingly. Elizabeth sipped her drink a moment before she gave Rhys a sardonic smile. "I'm fine where I am, thanks." She replied a little sarcastically, which seemed to make Rhys' small smile turn amused. Then Karl spoke. "You should go sit babe." Her loving boyfriend suddenly said and Elizabeth turned to look down at him a little surprised as he knew how she felt about the guy. Karl looked up at her with those deep eyes of his and Elizabeth could see the 'peacemaker' expression he had as if he were trying to make things between her and his best friend better. After a moment she sighed gently to herself, and with one more look at her boyfriend, stood up and made to walk, though admittedly half-heartedly, to the couch seat the other side of Rhys. The moment, however, she stepped over his legs that he was too ungentlemanly to move Rhys moved suddenly and grabbing her waist pulled her towards him as he spoke. "C'mon Beth, sit..." He said as his hands found her waist and pulled her towards him. "...you're blocking the game." The latter was obviously an add-on excuse to grab her, however Elizabeth didn't have time to think as she twisted in instinctual reaction to get away from his grasp. Rhys, though, was too quick and as he pulled her towards him, Elizabeth half spun in her attempt to avoid him and landed straight on his lap facing away from the seat she had intended to reach. Her drink half ended on the carpet as she stumbled to sit on Rhys' lap, luckily missing her completely. It took a moment for her to realise what had happened, and to actually realise that she was now sitting on her boyfriend's best friend's lap; a guy she couldn't even stand. With that realisation, Elizabeth tried to get up, however Rhys' hands encircled her slim waist held her on his lap though not pulled against him. Looking to Rhys' hands and then from him to Karl and back, Elizabeth tried to pry his fingers apart so she could get up, but to no avail. "Rhys...let me up." She finally said irritably, shifting on his lap to try to free herself, however this only made her boyfriend's friend more amused. "I would, but the game's getting good and you were blocking the screen." He replied, supporting his 'excuse' by shifting his head from side to side as he tried to peer past her as she moved about. "Well let me go and I won't be." She replied a little more impatiently, however Rhys had no intention of letting her go now he had her sitting on him. "When the adverts come on, Beth." He replied sounding as amused as his smile showed him to be. "And quit squirming your ass, unless you want to sit uncomfortably for the next ten minutes." It took a moment for Elizabeth to register what he meant by those words but when she realised her eyes widened and she did indeed stop struggling, looking up first at him before turning to look at her loving boyfriend for help. That was when she noticed that Karl looked as amused as Rhys did! "Karl, will you tell your friend!" She exclaimed, no longer struggling though her hand rested on Rhys' around her waist, waiting for any sign of them loosening so she could free herself. Her sweet, loving, caring boyfriend of just over three years then shook his head. He shook his head! And with a very amused smile at that! And to make it worse, he added... "Sorry babe, gotta wait till the adverts. Can't come between a man and his game." He answered her with the same amused tone his 'best friend' had. Elizabeth sat and stared for a moment at him - her boyfriend - completely dumbfounded, but then her irritation sparked hot again. Here was her boyfriend, sitting opposite her, finding it amusing that his best friend (who he knew was a 'player' kind of a guy), who she constantly told him was always hitting on her, who had blatantly insinuated he would have a hard-on if she kept squirming, and who was holding her on his lap, and who he knew she couldn't stand, and he sided with him!? Karl was always laid back, and she knew it would take a lot for him to see just what his 'best friend' was really like, but this...this should show him! But all he could obviously see was some bantering or playing around because 'that's how Rhys was'! The gorgeous brunette's ire suddenly moved once again from the guy whose lap she was sitting on to her sweet boyfriend sitting opposite them. "Karl! Don't you care that your friend has your girlfriend sitting on his lap!?" She exclaimed smoulderingly. For an answer, Karl's smile simply grew a little more amused. Amused! He thought it was all just his friend playing around! The earlier annoyance she had felt came flooding back as she stared heatedly into her boyfriend's eyes, yet Karl simply sat back and gave her a warm smile before turning his attention to the game. Indignation flared inside the hot girlfriend, and so she broke the silence. "Fine!" She replied irritably and turned her attention to her drink, releasing her grasp on Rhys' fingers and not moving an inch when he relaxed his grip and rested one hand on her jean-clad thighs while the other still held her slim waist. Even though she could get up now if she wanted, she was too angry at Karl for being an asshole to do so. So he found it alright for her to sit on his friend's lap did he?... Turning to look at the television, Elizabeth sipped her drink and deliberately didn't say anything to Karl, though he didn't say anything either, no doubt he really was fine about it all, probably just seeing it as good 'friends' behaviour, which she might if it wasn't Rhys' lap she was sitting on. A few minutes passed in silence, before suddenly she began to feel Rhys' hand that was resting on her jean-covered thighs begin to gently move very slightly as his fingers softly moved back and forth, lightly rubbing her leg. Turning to look at him and about to say something, Elizabeth didn't get a chance to speak as Rhys turned to speak to her boyfriend. "What time's J.V. heading over?" He asked curiously, his fingers moving a little more now, though still too subtle to catch Karl's eye. "Shouldn't be too long now," Her boyfriend answered before he gave her another amused smile, "He said he'd be over soon, after he's grabbed something to eat." Frowning inside at the fact her boyfriend really was so cool about her sitting on another guy's lap...why wasn't he jealous?...Elizabeth sat there stubbornly, as she listened to them both. "Man, I could do with something to eat, feeling pretty starved myself." Rhys replied, and Karl glanced at the clock and nodded. "We should order pizza or something." He said, "Shouldn't take long." "Sure man, sounds good." Karl's best friend responded, before adding with a small, almost undetectable insinuation, "Would have preferred a good 'roast' though, but pizza will do till I get some." To subtly punctuate the insinuation that her sweet boyfriend didn't pick up on, Rhys ever-so-slightly raised then lowered his knees, causing Elizabeth to bounce faintly on his lap, her drink swirling dangerously close to coming over the top of the glass. Karl seemed amused, as if she had almost fell off Rhys' lap, but Elizabeth wasn't so naïve and turned to glare at his 'best friend'...though she was still too annoyed at Karl to actually get up, at least for now anyway. The dangerous light in her large blue-green eyes told him she knew what kind of 'roast' he had been talking about...a 'spit-roast' with her in the middle...and made sure he knew exactly what she thought of that. Though as always, it was like water off a duck's back with Rhys, who simply smiled amusedly and swigged his beer before winking at her and turning back to look at his friend. "Seems Beth's had too much to drink." He commented, amusedly reinforcing her boyfriend's notion that she had indeed almost fell off his lap. Elizabeth didn't know who to frown at more, Rhys for being an ass, or Karl for believing him. Once more she took a sip of her drink. "So what shall we get?" Rhys asked, before answering his own question, and Elizabeth almost knew what he was going to say before he said it. "How about sausage? Everyone likes sausage? You like sausage don't you Beth?" He asked with that small, playfully-self-assured smile of his. Elizabeth gave him a sardonic smile before she replied by turning to look at Karl, completely blanking the man on whose lap she was sitting. "I'll have whatever you want Karl." She said, with a hint he should have picked up on that he should know there was something not quite right in her tone. However in typical style, Karl simply gave her a loving smile as if she had told him how much she loved him...which was true, but she could still be annoyed at him at the same time though dammit...and nodded before he stood up to head to the phone. The moment Karl headed into the kitchen Rhys' attention instantly turned to her. "Comfortable?" He asked with a cocky tone, his hand now began openly stroking her thigh. "Not really." She replied blandly, pushing his hand from her leg at least twice before she added. "You're legs are too bony." They weren't, but she had to say something. Rhys obviously knew perfectly well why she was actually still sitting there, unlike her sweet boyfriend, however he still couldn't resist commenting on her words as he finally gave in and stopped trying to stroke her legs and instead used his other hand to pull her closer towards him. "You should get more comfortable then." He said as he pulled her to him. Startled for a moment, at first Elizabeth slid right close to him, her side resting against his chest and his face close to her soft cheek, before she regained her composure and slapped his shoulder and moved a little further away from him, though only a touch, as it was actually a little more comfortable, and she may as well be comfortable while being pissed off at Karl. Still, she replied... "You're such an asshole." Before sipping her drink again and looking towards the kitchen. "Yeah, but you love it really." Rhys responded, once more jolting his knees so she bounced up on his lap, though this time with a little more force and her drink actually did spill over the top, running down her chin as she tried to drink while some spilled onto her lap. Of course, Rhys found this most amusing, and most enjoyable, as he added, "Man, you look hot like that" in a tone that was both truly appreciative and arrogant. Either way, the movement and subsequent spilling only pissed Elizabeth off more and so this time she punched him in the shoulder, causing her boyfriend's friend to actually cry out softly in pain. "Fucking asshole." She grunted irritably as she wiped her chin and brushed her jean-clad thighs. Rhys simply watched with a smile and glint in his eyes that said he was either imagining something like a wet t-shirt contest or something very similar to what had happened, only a lot dirtier. Either way, Elizabeth shook her head and cast him a look as she wiped her legs. Then she looked up as Karl walked back in to the lounge, folding the pizza flyer in his hands. "It'll be about twenty-five minutes." Her boyfriend announced as he reached for the beer he had left by his chair. Deciding to leave the splatter of wet patches now over her jeans Elizabeth nodded to Karl's announcement, though she was still not best pleased with him, before she once more turned to look at the television. Her glance was only brief as suddenly the doorbell rang and all three of them looked round towards the open door to the hall, though none but perhaps Karl who was standing, could see the front door. As Elizabeth glimpsed up at her boyfriend he answered the question in her eyes before she could speak. "That'll probably be J. V." He stated and Elizabeth nodded slightly at the mention of her boyfriend's friend's name, one of the guys he and Rhys would be heading out with that night. At least with J. V. at the door, the stunning brunette girlfriend thought, this could only mean it wouldn't be long before the three of them headed out to the bar to meet up with their other friend, Donny, then she would be free of Karl's asshole 'best friend' -- and her boyfriend for that matter, he wasn't being much better. "Thought it was the pizza, ah, Beth?" Rhys quipped with an amused twist to his lips before he sipped his beer, his eyes on her pretty face for once. "You're so funny." She responded sarcastically before once more looking towards Karl as he smirked at his friend amusedly before heading out towards the front door. As Elizabeth heard her boyfriend open the door, Rhys prodded her side, causing her to jump squirmishly a moment from the nervous-ticklish response before she turned to half-glare at him. "So you are ticklish, I'll have to remember that." Rhys said, seeming both amused and for some odd reason, a little smug. Arching a cool eyebrow, Elizabeth asked him, in a very nonchalant manner, and showing perhaps a little of her irritation towards him, why. "Because it makes you squirm." Her boyfriend's best friend answered, his smugness growing, and Karl's beautiful girlfriend suddenly realised why as he once again 'bounced' her on his lap again, adding "And I love it when you squirm on me Beth." Rhys' words were punctuated with a self-assured smile that glinted in those large brown eyes of his just as he bounced her on his lap, causing her to land sharply on something hard that dug into her tight, jean-clad ass. The hot brunette girlfriend's eyes suddenly widened, and not for the fact some more of her drink spilled over her glass all over her large, t-shirt-covered, luscious 36D tits, but as she suddenly realised exactly what that hard bulge was in her boyfriend's friend's lap...and it most certainly wasn't his cell. At first Elizabeth didn't know what to do, and so she simply sat there, slightly wet and sitting smack bang right on her boyfriend's best friend's bulging hard-on, speechless, with all thoughts out of her head. Not because it felt big or anything, though now the thought had come to mind it felt more than a little...reality suddenly crashed back as Rhys' expression of smug conceitedness abruptly registered in the stunning brunette's mind and she reacted instinctively. "Fucking jerk!" She snapped and had a knee-jerk reaction and tossed what little remained of her drink in Rhys' face, which though not much still had the desired effect, before swiftly jumping off his lap and turning to face him, tossing the glass onto his lap. "You're a fucking arrogant pig Rhys!" Her boyfriend's best friend, wiping the liquid from his face, only grinned more, even going so far as to chuckle gently as he looked up at his best friend's girl, the woman he had just knowingly made bounce on his bulging jeans! Just then, as if on perfect cue, with Rhys sitting more soaked than Elizabeth was as she stood there glaring at him angrily, in walked Karl and J. V., who Elizabeth, in the moment, had completely forgotten were in the same house. Both guys glanced from Elizabeth, with her now spottled-wet-patch-covered yellow t-shirt to Rhys with his wet face and half-soaked shirt. "We having water fights before heading out?" J. V. asked curiously, in his usual calmly-witty demeanour. "No idea." Karl replied amusedly as he looked between his girlfriend and his best friend with a grin. Elizabeth eyed all three guys a little dangerously as she thought of what to say. It wasn't like she could really have a go at Karl about Rhys, even though he knew what would happen when he bounced her on his lap it wasn't like he had pulled her hand onto his fucking bulging jeans, and if she told Karl he would simply say it was an accident which no doubt Rhys would say it was before making some sly comment about her being the cause of it all and he couldn't have helped it. Of course, her sweet, loving boyfriend would believe his friend...the fact the story was really believable this time only made it more infuriating...as he always did, regardless of the fact his 'best friend' had had her bounce on his bulging hard-on...no, she couldn't say anything, and though J. V. hadn't done anything he didn't escape what Elizabeth finally did decide to do. Eyeing each of them, Rhys sharply and Karl angrily, Elizabeth threw up her hands scowling. "Agh! Men!" She growled before she stomped off passed them all into the hall. "You alright Beth?" Karl called after her, STILL sounding as calm and laid-bloody-back as ever. "I'm fine!" She called back, obviously not so as she stomped up the stairs. "I'm going to take a shower!" At least by the time she got out all three of them would fuck off and she could finally get some peace! "Alright babe." Came her boyfriend's sweet reply, which only made the infuriated brunette stomp upstairs even louder, slamming the bathroom door behind herself a few moments later as she headed for what she hoped would be blessed bliss...only the most irritating night of her life wasn't over yet, it was all going to get much worse until something the sexy 24-year-old girlfriend would never expect would happen...for now though, she simply shrugged out of her damp clothes and headed into the warm embrace of the shower, oblivious as everyone else to what was about to occur... Rhys Jenson placed the empty glass on the coffee table in front of him, smirking to himself as he took a deep swig of his beer and once more settled back into the couch. He had always loved the ladies, especially the unattainable ones, and he didn't always get the women he went for, sometimes, but not all the time, but he did enjoy the chase. Especially with his friend's girlfriend. It was more than obvious that Elizabeth hadn't been able to stand him since the moment he had first met her and kissed her, and the more he hit on her, the less and less she liked him. But Karl always believed that charm of his, and though his friend had seen him sweet talk more than a few ladies in his time, he had no doubt that Rhys would never try anything with his girlfriend. Rhys himself was unsure whether he would ever try anything with his best friend's girl, even if she did want to. Despite kissing her and ogling her, he didn't know if he could actually bring himself to nail his friend's girlfriend of just over three years. She was incredibly hot, and he had no qualms with other things, but actually banging her? Karl was his 'best friend' after all, there were limits a guy just didn't cross.