"Why don't you date Stephen? " my sister suggested out of the blue.
'Oh Shut Up', my brain responded.
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Seeing him in pictures was one thing. But seeing him here in front of me was totally IN A DIFFERENT PARALLEL UNIVERSE different.
Standi...
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Stephen:
My breath hitched. It took me every ounce of strength not to ogle at Sandy's body. Her black dress clinging her at the perfect curves.
"Umm. Sandy right?" I asked, trying to train my eyes onto hers so that it doesn't wander off to her curves , the long slit ending in the upper thigh, to her plunge neckline. I shook my head slightly.
"Oh yeah, "she replied as if woke up from trance. She must have realised that we were standing on the door for last 3 minutes. She invited me in. And I hoped against hope she wouldn't.
As I went in I was overwhelmed. The apartment was decorated like none other.
The beautiful yellow fairy lights adorned the long ceiling to floor windows and some on the corners of tables here and there. I went behind the glass panel which was between the dining table and the doorway. On the table there were many food items whose aroma was enough to induce hunger.
I asked ,with my back to her, "did u make all this?"
She whimpered a humm in assertion and my mind took a sudden reverse gear to her, her melodious tone and her smile and- Before long I stopped myself because hell she is Rhea's younger sister. And she is in college only.
Thinking of Rhea, I suddenly remembered why I came so soon. I turned around to see Sandy leaning on the glass panel typing something on her phone.
I let my eyes wander now. Come on who am I kidding?
She leaned on her right leg with her left leg a bit far. This pose made the slit visible and teased my eyes to travel down her smooth bronzed legs. I had heard from Rhea that they went tanning recently, not that I could help it. She feels the need to inform me everything about her life.
Well the feeling is reciprocal. I even told her about my first sex. We go way back to start of college years.
My eyes then travelled up her chest and her face. It took every muscle of mine not to linger at her chest. But all was worthless when I looked at her deep red lips.
I knew lust was evident in my eyes.
I turned my head away. And mumbled loud enough for her to hear.
"Umm, Rhea might be late and I had off so she sent me to help you and handle the guests for the time being, " I was desperately trying to focus on the panel in front of me. My head still turned away as I put my hands in my pocket to stop them from shaking.
