NARRATIVE, 8:00pm
ever since the day when she had first met him, her dreams had been ever so filled with his handsome and alluring face. it had been a couple of weeks after the day they had met when Harry was invited to dinner by Dahlia's mother.
Dahlia's mothers shrill voice rings to her from downstairs, "i invited that handsome man from across the street over for dinner tonight, so dress nicely!"
"kay!" Dahlia yells back. she gets up from her warm spot on her bed and walks over to the long mirror that was standing against the wall. looking at her current outfit, a t-shirt that was a size too small for her along with a pair of gym shorts, she decides to change into something more fitting for the occasion. she changes her top to a light green turtle neck and squeezes her thick thighs into a black skirt that reaches her mid thigh.
after sitting around for another couple of minutes, she hears the doorbell's ring from her second floor room. she leaves the room and travel down the stairs. just as she reaches the last stair, she look up to see the familiar face of Harry. she greets him with a small smile as she turns the corner and walks into the kitchen, taking a seat beside another chair assuming that her mother will be seated in the neighbooring chair. though she's proven wrong when Harry takes a seat next to her. they soon begin dinner, with her mother sitting opposite of them.
HARRY, 7:51pm
taking a quick glance at the clock, i notice that it's almost eight 'o clock. i was supposed to be over for dinner at Dahlia's house in nine minutes. i look down at my outfit and decide that it's good enough for the occasion. in about five minutes, i'll be in the presence of her and her innocent spirit once again. the only thing i wanted most was her.
i move to look in the mirror that hangs on my front door, making sure that there's so wrinkles or imperfections in my shirt. i slip on my shoes and head over to her house.
the first thing i see when i open the door, is not her, but her mother. they share the same facial features, except that Dahlia's face is more natural and undisturbed whilst her mother's face holds pounds of caked makeup. she greets me and offers i come in and make myself at home. i soon see my nymphette striding down the stairs, occasionally skipping a step. she tosses me a sweet smile just as she reaches me. her mother and i follow her into the kitchen where i nonchalantly grab the seat that was next to her. it was probably meant for her mother but i couldn't resist.
as we begin dinner her mother starts to talk about her troubles on trying to find a job in this rural area.
after a couple of minutes i look over at Dahlia, noticing that she hasn't really contributed to the conversation except for a couple of nods and "mhms", and that she's been acting quite shy around me. i take my left hand and rest it on her upper thigh, moving it up towards her precious parts. i feel her stiffen with confusion underneath my touch. i squeeze her thick thigh slightly, silently telling her to loosen up.
it was a wise choice of her to wear a skirt. but it would be the death of me. seeing her hips sway in her little skirt made me pitch a tent in my pants. i could not wait to put my hands all over her and make her scream my name.
while abiding to the conversation with her mother, i move my hand upward a bit more and place my fingertips on the thin material of her panties. i rest my fingers on her center and move them in a circular motion. with every motion of my fingers her legs squeeze tighter and tighter together. i send her a sharp glare, to which she loosens up her legs. as i start to feel her wetness pool in her panties i make my movements sharper and faster. the look on her face when she has to stifle a moan almost sends me over the edge every time.
just as she is about to come undone underneath my touch, i pull my fingers away from her sensitive piece. she opens her mouth slightly and gently puts down her fork.
"not hungry anymore, hun?" her mother asks her.
"n-no mom. i had a-a big lunch," she replies.
"i'm a bit full myself," i said. "i best get going now, unless you would like some help to clean up?" i offer.
"oh no Harry, don't be silly!" miss William says, "we got it from here. let Dahlia walk you to the door, i should start on these dishes."
NARRATIVE
they all get up from their places at the table, miss William going around to pick up the scattered plates and utensils and bring them to the sink. the young girl and man make their way to the front door. Dahlia silently watches Harry as he slips on his shoes.
Harry walks towards Dahlia and ever so slightly presses her up against the wall. he reaches to touch the side of her face with his hand as he brings his mouth down closer to hers. their lips linger milimeters away from each other and for a slight moment the two share one breath between them. Dahlia finally crosses the threshold and sets her plump lips upon his. they share this for a couple moments before Harry breaks apart from her. she looks up at him with her innocent doe eyes and kills him right there with them.
"till next time, sweetheart," he sexily says.
he reaches for the door handle, twisting it and pulling it towards himself. with one last look of lust, he steps out and closes the door behind him. leaving her there, a hot, tangled mess.
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