My sister and her overly religious boy friend were cooking when Seila and I got to the apartment. "Hey, you must be Seila. I'm Mallory, but you can call me Mal." My sister was 23 now and her boyfriend,Paul, was 24.
Paul introduced himself and Seila was very cordial. They sent us to my room and said dinner would be ready soon.
"Your room is nice," Seila said. I sat all the way back against the headboard of my bed and told Seila she could join me if she wanted. She grabbed a book from my bookshelf and sat down next to me on my queen sized bed. She had long beautiful brown legs and I remembered one of the reasons o had a crush on her. She chose a random book, but it was an extremely sexual book.
"Mind if we read a bit," Seila asked, having no idea that she chose an erotic lesbian novel.
"Sure, why not?" I wasn't goi g to turn this down.
She began reading aloud and on the second page she quickly realized what she had chosen, but she kept going. The explicit stories of the girls were just starting to turn me on when Mal called us down for dinner. Damn, I gotta be more careful. I can't have myself slipping up with one of my ex girlfriend's friends. Even though Stef is apparently a different person now, I'm still in love with her. She was my first and only girlfriend. I don't know when I'll be able to move on.
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The dinner went by pretty fast and I think Paul and Mal like Seila more than me. She's great so I don't mind. She made jokes and was absolutely so much fun. I would love to invite her every night. Someone's dinners get a little dull around here. I never really invite friends over because I have seen the need to. It's usually just Mal, Paul, and I.
Paul drove Seila home after dessert. He never spends the night. Like I said, he's super religious.
