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I open the door for my boyfriend's best friend, although my boyfriend is away he'll wait and I feel stuck with him. I tell my boyfriend to hurry back home because his friend creeps me out by staring at me too much. The real reason I won't admit even to myself is that I don't wanna be near the guy because I don't trust myself either if I catch him staring, it's an odd mixture of anger and lust. I avoid him by going into the kitchen and I get so focused on reading my book and cleaning that I don't notice how my baggy jeans are slowly coming down, the fresh breeze between my buttocks much appreciated anyway. I also don't notice how he creeps behind me and is staring at it all...