GOOD INTENTIONS

Chapter 11

Kaffi enjoyed every bit of watching him squirm, she was well aware that going home wasn't his major challenge, he was just trying to avoid what happened the last time. "Can I at least have your wet clothes so I could dry them?" She asked. Frank deliberated on either being stupid and staying inside his wet clothes or taking them off in order to avoid catching a cold. "Okay," he replied and dropped the bag in his hand on the sofa, then took off his shirt, Kaffi grew hot inside just watching him undress, her legs started to vibrate at the sight of his masculinity. "Kaffi, relax, you have him here all-night, don't spoil the fun," she thought to herself whilst keeping an expressionless face. "You'll need to take those off too," she said, pointing to his underwear, "Funny lady, I'll take my chances with the cold if you don't mind ma'am." She then walked towards him, still wearing her wet clothes, bent down and picked up his, then disappeared into the house. Frank wasn't going to let his guard down tonight, not anymore. Kaffi returned, tying a towel with a loose-fitting unisex trousers, a t-shirt and another towel in her hand, which she extended for Frank to collect. "I'm going to have my bath now and when I'm done I'll leave the heater on just in case you'll prefer hot water, cause I don't. You'll sleep in my room and I'll have the sofa over here, I hope you are cool with that?" and without waiting for a reply turned and headed for the bathroom, it was then that Frank actually saw that the towel which she used in covering her body didn't actually go round, it only covered her frontals leaving her back bare as a stone and he couldn't help but notice how her butt cheeks danced as she walked. "Frank behave, bro...behave," he repeatedly told himself. What was Kaffis plan, firstly, she acts modestly by offering him her bed and now she leaves him growing stiff inside? Soon as he heard the door to bathroom click shut, he speedily took off the singlet he had on and tied the towel all around his body, still wearing his boxer shorts.

In the bathroom, Kaffi smiled even deeper imagining herself with Frank but thinking of how best to catch him with his guards down, now he knows that she has plans for him so the innocent approach wouldn't work anymore. She decided to brush it off her mind, trusting that it'll happen somehow, she had to have a piece of that caramel-skinned brother that adorned her sitting room, and tonight was simply perfect.

Frank waited for her to come out of the bathroom and enter her room to change, soon as she was in her room, he dashed into the bathroom without the change of clothes Kaffi gave to him and only remembered it when he was done having his bath. There was a knock on the bathroom door, it opened slightly, "You forgot these," Kaffi said through the little space as she extended her hand to give the clothes to Frank. This puzzled Frank even more, maybe she wasn't even thinking in that direction after all.

After changing he walked into the sitting room and saw Kaffi in a brief stew-coloured negligee with a slit on the left side that ran way up her thigh. She just sat on the armchair with her legs crossed eating some kind of biscuit and watching a telenovela. "Hope the clothes are comfy?" she said noticing him, "My brother used to live here with me, those belong to him," she continued, pointing to a stool close to the sofa, "I made a little sandwich, you need your strength after a long day, try not to get any on the sofa, you know I'll have to sleep there okay?" then she diverted her attention back to the TV. "Need my strength?" Frank thought to himself, "what is going on here?" he asked himself as he sat on the sofa.