As Mandy looked at her legs he said,
“Okay, well can we at least talk for a little bit? I’d like to sober up and I figure we haven’t chatted in a while.”
Mandy looked at Victory’s hand engulfing her wrist and admitted to herself that she did miss him and wanted to talk with him. He let go of her wrist and she said,
“Okay, but only for a little while. I have to work in the morning.”
“Cool, cool,” he said sitting back and scooting a little to the side as she came around to sit on the couch next to him.
“Where were you tonight?” she asked.
“Justin‘s,” he said. “Just watching the game with some coworkers. I was getting ready to go when I thought about what you said about driving drunk. So I swung by here, hoping you would help me out.”
“So you drove here…?”
“Yeah but it is closer than home so I figured it was better than going all the way.”
“Hmm…” Mandy looked over at the tv, absent mindedly pulling her hair into a long pony tail. He was buff and had a body that made her pussy tingle just thinking about it.
“Are you still training?”
“Yeah, everyday at 5 am. The schedule’s still the same. I did take a break for a while there but I’m back at it.”
He paused and watched the on screen violence.
“What about you? Did you run this morning?
“I hit the gym after work,” she said thinking about all the reasons to be mad at him.
“Whatever,” she huffed crossing her arms under her breasts and leaning back allowing Victory to get a clear view of her panties.
“Don’t be mad,” he said. “It was a mistake and I told you that. I didn’t care about her like I care about you.”
“And that makes it better?” Mandy said angrily. “You just fuck some slut and expect me to get over it? You are unbelievable!”
Mandy about to stand up but Victoryreached out to her, putting one hand on her bare leg and the other on her waist over her shirt, accentuating her sexy figure, and pulled her back down and closer to him.
“Come on, relax. I know what I did wasn’t cool. And you know I didn’t mean to hurt you. You are the sexiest and cutest chick I know.”
Having his hands on her like this was getting her worked up. Victory could always do this to her. Fight with her and get her turned on all at once. ‘Like old times…’ she thought to herself as she felt herself get more turned on.
“Yeah, well that ship has sailed,” she said derisively as she pushed his hand off her leg. “I’m with Tony now.”
“I know, I know.” Victory moved the hand from her waist and put it on the back of the couch. The warrior was now talking to the barely clothed princess about his quest. Looking from the princess back to Mandy, Victory asked, “How is that?”
“It’s good,” she said. “He is a nice guy and really cares about me.”
“Good, good. And is he treating your pussyright too?”
“Just asking,” Victory laughed.