SIERRA'S LEONE

HER BOSOM

Jonas's eyes followed his son's gestures. Leone always found a way to tuck his head in Sierra shirts or tees.

At first, the man imagined his son sought milk, but now he just thought Leone was a sprouting pervert. Jonas, too found himself captivated by Sierra's chest.

Sierra was a tiny woman who happened to have the most prominent breasts the man had seen in a while.

Being a tall man, the women Jonas encountered were usually close to him in height and catwalk model thin. Most were blonde with light color eyes. Though considered handsome, Jonas's body count was low. No one could bear witness of being his one-nightstand as Jonas dated whoever he was intimate with; Cecile was no exception. The woman joined the man's shortlist of girlfriends he counted on his right hand.

None surpassed an A cup concerning his Ex's bosom, thus being confronted to a generous C cup drooping on the barometer towards a little D was quite a sight.

Jonas mentally slapped himself for his sinful thoughts. If there was one person on earth he could not think of with any romantic or sexual intent, it was her. Sierra was crossed out and eliminated from day one.

The reasons were crystal clear; she was Cecile's friend. No, Sierra was Cecile's best friend, and from a more philosophical angle, she was her sister. When Jonas thought of it, this one reason found itself in first, second, and third place meaning it was enough. Sierra was a full-stop no-no with red lights beaming all over her in the man's mind.

They lived together; Jonas saw her every day. Sometimes he did not go out. Sierra became the only woman in sight, and the banalest behavior aroused the man. Yep, this appeared to be the appropriate and only explanation to the boiling thoughts.

Though Sierra made sure to be covered up, it was not rare to see her with a loose bedroom tee and no bra.

In moments like that, the man's eyes followed the appearance and disappearances of her nipples. The vision caused a hormonal uproar and a mental breakdown for Jonas, who fought against his primal instincts.

But it was hard, no pun intended like that morning where Sierra wore a lilac satin nightdress and gown. The fabric shamelessly outlined the contour of the bouncing bosom.

"Jonas, I know it's short notice, but would you like to accompany us to see doctor Hertz? It's Leone's psychologist."

"Yeah, sure."

"Great, we'll get ready. See you in a bit."

The man thanked the duvet that hid the morning's thumbs-up of his lower body part. An hour later, they were all set to go.

Jonas settled Leone at the back and climbed in the passenger seat. He had not entered her car since their very nosy and gassy night out.

"Wow, this brings back so many airy memories," said the man when Sierra started the engine."

The woman gave him a side glance, "It's not funny, Jonas."

Jonas winked at her.

"Don't worry, Jonas. I'll let Karma pay you back." She switched on the music, and this time it was Sza's voice that howled with Julia.

Jonas turned to look at Leone, who appeared to know the song as he attempted to jiggle in his seat.

"He likes the song," Sierra said as she glanced at the back via the rearview mirror.

"So do I," replied Jonas.

Sierra smiled, "I loved her on the first tracks that had that contemporary indie vibe. Now she fits the mold too much. It's still good, but the style is too polished. Too catered."