Daring: Red Room Collection (Lesbian)

IX

AN: Bear with errors. Have a great day ahead!

"Dual Personality"

The room was dark and there's only a peek of light coming from the screen of computer that gives the room vibrancy and was placed at the corner of the room. My friend Angel was on it— playing an erotic video, headphone's on, pajamas below her knee, legs were spread and feet’s on chair.

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It's was Saturday Morning and I'm alone together with my mom's right hand and a distant 'friend', Angel. I invited her here because of my mom's persistency that I should be accompanied while she's out of the town. She's also the one who chose her, even told me to watch over this girl. I don't understand it, am I a nanny here? Hah! I didn't mean to degrade those who serves a family, I just don't get my mom's reminder.

"Good Morning" Angel's cheerful voice echoed as she go downstairs. My gaze landed on her as she's approaching the kitchen to where I am located. The crop top shirt she's wearing couldn't hide her hardened big tits. I gulp hard when my stare went down to her bare tan stomach, her high-waist laced underwear is showing. I want to touch her and take her as mine. The dazzling sunlight behind her that almost blinds me couldn't stop my burning desire. Dear God, what am I thinking— she's my mom's personal assistant.

I smiled after averting my gaze and continue separating the marinated chicken on its sauce. She walk towards the stove and turn it on, get the frying pan then put it on the stove then she smoothly pour the cooking oil in the pan.

"There– I'm done, you'll be the one to cook?" She asked before looking at me with a questioning face. She took steps forward before leaning her face against mine then afterwards crosses her hands on her chest, her bosom almost went out of her fabric. She's too close that I can take a peek on her cleavage when I look down.

"Yeah yeah I'll cook" I uttered then took a step backward and excuse myself to move her aside. After putting the chicken on the pan I lean my back on the corner facing her.

She peacefully sets the dining table ready. Her legs gracefully moves, could I just spread it then licks it till she pleads for me to penetrates her hardly. I even wonder how many body counts she had. Thinking these things makes me want to do pervert doings with her. I shut my eyes and shift my attention to what I exactly should do.

Sexual frustration is something that makes me irritated. I decided to sleep it after an hour having breakfast even if the sun's too bright. With a heavy heart, I turn on the air-conditioner before climbing to bed and letting the gods above make me fall asleep for hours.

Whole day I didn't bother to get out of my room. She invites me for lunch yet I declined. I instead told her that I'll go down and that I'm in a rush for a school project. I opened my laptop, type down the passcode and then check all of my social media account. My alter account on Twitter got me bored than I am, ow— Paulo Avelino's dick were one of the hot topics, he's huge hah. After some brows, I look for the chrome browser before clicking the incognito. I guess, this can calm me down.

I can clearly hear the moans coming from the laptop, it couldn't affect any of my system and got me nonchalant. I shut my eyes close before taking a deep breath and still, all I can think of is her. Out of the frustration, I accidentally smash down the mouse. I shut down the device down and storm out of my room.

I check the hallway if there's any sign about her, it's quiet and clear. To my dismay there's no such thing from Angel.

I went down to the kitchen and check for food since I'm starving, it's already pass 7 pm. I didn't manage to check the time just because I'm too levitated with my unnecessary thoughts. If I'm not hungry enough to eat, I don't think I'll be aware what time it is now. Did that girl already eat? I shook my head, displeased with my thoughts.