MaiChardism

Wonder WoMaine (3)

"Night"

I wasn't half hard when I reached the top of the stairs into my room this time. I had a full blown raging erection. Ugh. It wasn't drooping much as I grabbed my robe and a pair of boxers, either. The temptation to take care of it in the shower was there but the same thing that had inspired the problem also discouraged me from that. She is Anna's friend, get a grip Richard.

I took a long cold shower and had to put the image of Maine out of my head by the time I stepped out. I was rather proud of myself as I toweled dry and dressed for bed. When I unlocked the bathroom's door and swung it open, Maine was standing right outside.

Crap.

"Do you need something Maine?" I said, thinking quickly and trying to sound normal to her.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

A strange mixture of groan and a growl rumbled silently through my head as I turned around and look at her standing in front of my bedroom's door. I kept strict eye and asked, "Ano yun?"

She walked toward me and said, "Well, lalake ka. What do you think of my costume?"

That's a question I couldn't answer honestly. "You did a good job on it." I said trying to look nowhere but interested.

"That's not what I mean," she said and rolled her eyes. "Do I look hot, Richard?"

Damn.

Hot enough to catch the room on fire - YES, popped into my head. "I really don't think it's appropriate for me to say anything about that, Maine."

"Oh come on. I barely noticed any of the guys looking at me tonight."

Either she wasn't very observant, or the guys who had come to the party were idiots. I stepped into doorway and before I grab the knob to close the door I said, "Itulog mo nalang yan, Maine"

Self control.

Before I could close the door, she swept in after me. "I'm not drunk. Come on. Oo or hindi lang?"

I know she was sending painfully obvious signals but that didn't stop me from feeling conflicted. She was young and probably more drunk than she let on. She is Anna's friend and one of the best at that. But with her standing in my bedroom half dressed, I was having trouble balancing the scale, though.

While I pondered on what to say, she grinned and walked towards my bed. Once she reached it, she climbed and knelt on the mattress, facing me.

Every thought in my head vanished as Maine proved she was nothing like the character she most resembled. Far from being a kid as referred her to be, she jerked up her top and bared her breasts. Shit. Though only a handful they are firm and perky. Her nipples were just as magnificent as their silhouette had suggested earlier and a rosy color. The circles that surrounded them were barely larger than the captivating buds, and of the same hue.

Before I could even process that, she shifted position, and jerked her panties aside. Of their own volition, my eyes homed in her smooth shaven sex. Oh god. Two golden-vinyl clad fingers framed her pink pussy, parting the lips to let me see within.

My face grew warm, and something else was growing as well. When I recovered enough of my wits to snap my gaze to her face, she was wearing a crooked smile with eyes darken with lust that spoke volumes.

Fuck.