This is my first time writing in a 3rd person POV, I'm trying something new under @MiaBSmith's influence. Bare with me.
She wasn't sure what it was about him that pulled her so much. Wait, that's a lie, she did. Maybe it was the light brown freckles spreading across his face, or the way he tucked away his curly hair behind his ear to keep it out of his face. She imagined how good the strands would feel between her fingers as he planted his perfect face between her thighs.
Almost instinctively, her legs squeezed together, the sounds around her dulling away. God, she could help but bite her lip as she fantasized about all the things that would probably not happen.
"Ameera? Ameera!"
She reluctantly snapped her eyes away from the mesmerizing figure, ready to glare at the person who interrupted. But her glare quickly softened once she saw her grandmother. "What in God's name are you thinking about? Pay attention in the Lord's house," then her eyes went back to the pulpit.
The noise she had forgotten about suddenly came back, reminding her that she was still in church. Shit, I hope God is too busy to read my mind right now, she thought, feeling a slight tinge of guilt. Glancing at the timepiece on her wrist, she diverted her attention to the woman beside her. "Grandma? I'm going to the restroom," she whispered, but barely got a glance from the woman who was too focused on the preaching.
She passed a few elderly women who gave her judgemental eyes, shaking their heads at her choice of attire; whispering amongst each other. She liked dressing up, no matter the occasion. A roll of eyes was her response, walking past them.
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She ended up staying in the bathroom until the sermon was over, touching up her looks before coming out. She saw her grandparents in conversation with the pastor and his wife.
"Ah, there she is," her grandmother, Ines, said. And while the pastor's eyes, unfortunately, stayed solely on her face, his wife Victoria's eyes looked at her distastefully.
"Ameera, right? You've grown so much," she smiled tightly, her eyes still on the length of Ameera's dress.
"Obviously, was I supposed to stay the same age and size forever?" she retorted, staring at her blankly. She wasn't normally rude, but the woman was such a judgemental bitch she couldn't help it.
Ines, her grandmother, hid her laugh behind a cough. "Sorry, allergies."
"Anyway, I've got a spa treatment that I definitely can't miss," she paused, "not that you would understand." The 'insult' was obviously thrown at the DeLarosa's. They weren't poor, but they were not exactly as well off as Victoria was, and it was something the botoxed bitch reminded them of every chance she got. They didn't let it bother them, such ignorant people did not deserve attention.
"Victoria, we have spoken about this. Apologize." The order came from no other than Pastor Smith, the man she had been not so subtly ogling earlier. Being the immature person she was, she simply rolled her eyes and clasped her hands together.
"Victoria, how old are you? Apologize," he warned, his perfectly kissable lips turning into a small frown and his forehead creasing with annoyance. Giving in, she sighed, a pathetic 'sorry' forcefully pushing from her thin lips, and then spun to walk away.
Pastor Smith turned to them with a regretfully smile, "I apologize for her behaviour Sister DeLarosa, I hope you enjoyed today's sermon." Ines smiled warmly brushing off the gesture. "It was delightful Pastor, as always."
Ameera didn't hear half the words that were exchanged between them, too focused on the curve of Pastor Smith's lips, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked. "Ameera dear? Did you hear what I just said?"
She broke out of the trance. "I was...distracted," her eyes fluttered over to the unknowing man before addressed her grandmother once more, "could you repeat?"
"I asked if you could kindly take Pastor Smith's number, you know I don't really understand these technologies, dear." She smiled at her grandmother's imperceptibly frustrated tone and unlocked her phone before handing it over to the man. As she took it back, their fingers brushed. The moment was short but long enough for both of them to lock eyes. Being the intrepid person she was, she continued to stare; until he broke it.
With the soft clearing of his throat and a warm farewell, he walked away.
"Well?" Ines turned to her with a teasing smile, "stop gawking at the poor man and let's go."
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Parker Cassidy. Ex-star hockey player, until he fucked his knee up and had to rely on academics instead. The occasional booty call of Ameera, has been for a few months since they got grouped for a project. Now was an occasion. At two am with the door closed, Ameera kneeled in her queen-sized bed, her knees sinking into its plushness.
She and Parker had been sexting for the last twenty minutes until he so graciously sent her a video of him jacking off. So she decided to return the favour and help a brother out, by sending a nude. Hence why her top was somewhere behind her, and the dark-blue laced panty was the only thing she had on.
The phone was pitched on a pillow as she leaned forward, legs apart and her breasts on display. One hand idly pulled up her panties and that her labia could be seen through the thin material, while the other squeezed her breast. In this position, her ass seemed bigger than it was and her tits looked magnificent.
She looked like a pornstar, and she loved every second of it.
The picture was quickly taken and she scrolled for Parker's name in her contacts, her finger pressed what she believed was his name. She wasn't sure though, the device shut off immediately. How didn't I see the battery dying? Fuck.
She had lent the charger to her best friend and wouldn't get it back until tomorrow. She sighed, searching for her Polo t-shirt before dropping the phone on her nightstand. She'll worry about it tomorrow, she thought, curled up with her Monsters Inc. plushie as she drifted off in slumber.
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