"She isn't here but come in anyway"
I'd been 'with' my sister's new flatmate many years before. At least I'd groped her on my bed before my sister came in and rescued her from me. We were both very drunk having been last out of the disco. She was staying in our house that night.
I suppose I'd been doing a very bad job of not letting her catch me staring at her breasts. They were her strongest feature. Her fringe drooped over one eye and she brushed it away a lot. It gave her an excuse to toss her head back which made her cleavage even more alluring. She liked the attention.
I can't remember exactly how she ended up in my room instead of my sister's but since she was there I figured maybe I should kiss her. I wouldn't usually have been the most daring. I suppose the drink helped and her breasts fascinated me. I'd wanted to get my hands on them all night. She knew it and she was standing there, waiting. I suppose I kinda jumped her.
I don't think either of us could quite believe that after only five minutes semi-alone together I had my face buried in her cleavage. Her attempts to resist my forwardness were less than half-hearted and if my sister hadn't barged in and removed her (she was playful but firm on the subject) there's no way we weren't going all the way. The experience got filed away under 'Unfinished Business'. We never mentioned it again though we'd met on a good few (non-private) occasions.
Now we were alone together for the first time in maybe five years. She fixed me a drink and we sat in the big lounge chairs with no armrests they had in the flat. They made you slouch. I leaned back, looking a lot more relaxed than I felt. She kind of curled up, tucking one knee under an elbow, stretching her jeans tight across her rump and hiding those tits of hers. Her body language said she was keeping herself to herself - but come looking if you dare.
We made small talk. It was easy enough. But her answers got shorter and shorter until I was doing all the talking and she was just nodding or throwing me the odd 'hmm, yeah'. Her eyes moved away
from me less and less. She was peeking out from below that fringe of hers.
I became uncomfortable with the slouch I was in and I rolled
forward to the edge of the seat, putting my elbows
on my knees, holding my gin and tonic in front
of me with both hands.Her eyes met my
gaze defiantly and she
brushed her hair ,
tossing her
head as
she did
so
....
THE END.
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