The Girl Next Door

30.

On Wednesday after school, daddy was home and in a good mood. He cooked meatloaf and even had a strawberry cake in the oven. I wasn't in a good mood like him though.
"Dinner will be ready soon." Daddy called from the kitchen. I sat on the couch with my nose in a book but I didn't have an appetite.
"I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat Stacy. I invited Estelle and Gisella over so you're going to eat dinner with us." Something about dad telling me what I was going to do made my bad mood worse than what it was.
"I'm not hungry." I said as I grabbed my blanket and book and headed upstairs.
I took a hot enough shower to fill the bathroom with steam and rinse my dirty attitude down the drain. As I wrapped a towel around my hair and then one around my body, I heard Estelle laughing downstairs. My heart fluttered. If Estelle was here, so was Gisella and that made me nervous. I put lotion on my legs first and then my arms.
"Bonjour, Stacy." Gisella's voice lingered into the bathroom, bringing a smile to my face like it did every single time I heard it.
"Hi, Gisella." I called back. My clothes were in my room and so was she. I had never been around her in just a towel before so I was extremely nervous. When I poked my head out of the bathroom door and saw her standing by my bookshelf, I glanced at my dresser and the door that was open.
"Your father wants you to come downstairs."
"I know." When I replied to her, she turned around and filled my stomach with butterflies from the way her eyes fell over my body slowly.
"Yummy." She wiggled her eyebrows and stepped away from the bookshelf. My heart skipped a beat.
"Can you um...close the door?" I whispered nervously. Gisella did as asked with a sly grin on her face. Everything about her smile made me nervous. She was wearing black and purple sweats and a purple hoodie that matched and her hair was in a neat ponytail. When I heard the door lock, I released a shaky breath.
"What?" I asked, taking a step closer to my dresser. She watched me with a smirk.
"I did not expect you to be naked, mon amour. Should I go downstairs or kiss you?" Gisella stepped closer. She knew I didn't want her to go downstairs but I was nervous to kiss her.
"Kiss me." I whispered. Gisella pulled me into her arms by my towel and connected our lips together slowly. Her touch was so gentle, I melted. I wrapped my arms around her neck, not caring about my towel when her tongue slid in my mouth. My body started heating up in a way that it never has before. I was so hot, I didn't know what to do but Gisella did. Her hands traveled down my body slowly as we kissed. I was in a deep trance.
"Stacy..." Gisella breathed out when she pulled away and rested her forehead on mine. My eyes were closed but I could feel my skin was hot. When I opened my mouth, no words came out.
"Girls! Dinner's ready!" Daddy ruined the moment from the other side of my bedroom door. I didn't want to stop kissing Gisella and I didn't want her to stop rubbing on my body but she stepped back, touched the back of her neck nervously and took a deep breath.
"This is going to be hard, my love..."