Part 7

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The vibrant morning light blinded me through the silky, satin curtains. I barely remembered the previous night. Was it all just a dream? I wondered if I was back in my old place. Nope. I'm here for sure. I eagerly yet slowly sat up to notice Eliza wasn't lying next to me. Maybe it was all a dream. I cautiously made my way down the perfect, shined, spiraled stair case. There she was, Eliza. Her and Maddi were sitting at the kitchen table talking about school and graduation. Eliza was two years older than me, she was a senior and would be graduating from high school in June. Before I started home schooling, I was held back in freshman year, so technically I would be in my sophomore year but I'm still a freshman.
"Hey honey, Eliza and I were waiting for you, we didn't want to wake you up." Maddi said with her quiet, yet high pitched voice in my direction.
"Hi, uh, yes. Thank you Maddi." I muttered, trying to avoid all eye contact with Eliza.
"Hey, Tia. How did you sleep?" Eliza looked at me and winked. So it wasn't a dream.
"Good, thanks, Eliza." I smiled sheepishly. Eliza was so hot, she could hit me with a plane and I'd say sorry.
"Hey, Tia? I've gotta go to school. I'll see you after. Bye." And with that she rose from her seat. Her light curls bounced with her sway. Her hips... oh her hips. Those hips. She was a goddess.
"Uh.. Yeah! Bye." I just managed to squeeze out the phrase as she closed the door behind her. I was no longer able to see her perfect hour glass figure. Her beautiful ass, her small waist, her plump hips, and her perky tits. Eliza must have some type of venom in her system in which she gave me by sucking my tongue. She was as addictive as heroin.
"Today will be a fun day, don't worry. But, once Eliza comes home you two will be left alone, I have work. Is that alright Tia?" Maddie grabbed my shoulder softly.
"Yes, Maddi. That would be great."

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 07, 2019 ⏰

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