Today September 9th is finally here and with it I bring you the release of Loving the Pink Kiss. I finally managed to break free from my publishers contract and can now offer this exciting little gem to you at a much lower price. Today’s special price is a one day offer of just 99 cents as a thank you for reading my work. This story is 95% based on factual events that have happened mainly to me in my past and a few other people who I have happened to come across on my life journey. I have turned it into a fictional comedy, a far cry from my usual work. This is the tamest story that I have written as far as the sex scenes go. It is the first book that I wrote, so I consider it my baby. This is a fun packed romantic lesbian comedy with an appetite for a couple of steamy sex scenes.
This story started its life on a small pocket notepad and I would write down anything that came to mind whilst out shopping or working. The story flows from the opening scene where Sarah is getting ready to leave her house and embark on an illegal scam. She is about to marry a total stranger named Robbie. She hasn’t met Robbie yet so all she knows is that Robbie is a Canadian, has dark hair a nice smile and is kind of shy. Robbie is desperate to stay in England before being deported back to Canada so Sarah has drunkely agreed to marry (thinking Robbie is a he) without even finding out the slightest piece of information on him. How did she set up the wedding I hear you ask. Well read my blurb on amazon. I’m sure that you’ll be intrigued enough to want to know more. This story will have you hooked in no time. I’ve always loved a bit of romantic comedy, even if it is at my expense. So go on over to amazon and get your copy now. It will be be back to $2.99 as from September 10th.
Here is an excerpt of chapter one of LOVING THE PINK KISS
When I wrote this story all maturity went out of the window. So I decided to replace it with a little humour, drama, romance and a few naughty little sex scenes. If maturity is what you are after well then I’m afraid you’re not going to find it in here. Life can be all too serious. So instead I have engaged the exposure that I myself and my friends have endured during our lives and turned them all into a fictional romantic comedy. Apart from the immigration scam I could say that probably 95% of this story has been based on factual events and I’d like to share them with you.
Sarah Niles is 21 years old and the kind of girl who loves to party till dawn and shag Jake. This is just a guy that she sees on the odd occasion and has no intention of getting into a so called proper relationship with him. She also likes to slip into a deep drunken sleep every Friday night after dancing away to her favourite music at her favourite night club. Her lifestyle although not boring had become typically routine and Sarah was beginning to feel as though she needed some excitement in her life to keep herself from growing insanely dull. Even though she holds possession of pristine looks with her mousy blonde hair, hazel green eyes and the softest pink lips she knew that she was missing out on something but didn’t quite know what.
Jessica is her best friend of many years. She has recently been informed by one of her work colleagues Debs that she knows of someone in desperate need to stay in the country. This person Robbie is a Canadian and has amazing blue eyes and a really nice smile apparently. Robbie has a limited time to stay in the country before being asked to leave, courtesy of her majesties service. So a plan (more like a scam) was set in place and that marriage to anyone willing to do the task would be an immediate solution to ensure a guaranteed postponement to Robbie’s current situation.
This is where Sarah stepped in. Not just to look like the big martyr because the five thousand pounds payment that had been put on offer took precedence over that, but for the sheer fact that she simply could just do it. But please bear in mind that she was completely pissed out of her tree when she so politely put herself on offer to be the dutiful wife and missed out on a few important facts about Robbie. This information will become a little clearer when you first meet her spouse to be.
Sarah didn’t have to lift a finger when it came to making any preparations for the wedding either as Debs had taken complete control over everything. She had arranged the registry office and the date and all Sarah had to do was show up on the big day. She hadn’t even met Debs in person herself yet as all details had been passed on via Jessica. And to be honest Jessica hadn’t actually known Debs for that long and didn’t really pay too much attention to her at work, just the odd occasional hello as they passed each other in a corridor. It just so happened that they got into an in-depth conversation during a fire drill one morning and because of Jessica’s love of juicy gossip, she and Debs went out on a drinking session. Debs told her everything about Robbie as they drank themselves into oblivion. And whilst we’re on the subject of Jessica, she too has the knack for ignoring the important details which gets us to the reason why Sarah is soon in the position that she is about to be placed in. But even Sarah didn’t care about the minor details because if she had listened a little more carefully she would have been clued in to the incredible journey that she was just about to embark on.
This story begins on the morning of the wedding and Sarah is preparing herself diligently. It seems as tho she pays so much more attention to her vanity than she does to her circumstances.
This story is told in the first person sense, through Sarah’s eyes.
For the Love of Immigration
‘I am doing the right thing. I know am.’ I chanted as I stared into the mirror searching for any imperfections in my makeup. And using my finger I rubbed away the pink lipstick that had stuck to my teeth. There, I was ready. Staring back at me was a confident woman dressed in a navy blue halter dress with a charmeuse waist and a brand new pair of off white high heeled sling backs. To finish off my look I wore my hair down and accessorised with a thin gold bangle and a small off white bag with a gold tone clasp and a thin chain to hang from my shoulder.
“Its 11.15 are you ready yet?” Jessica shouted down the hallway trying to make me hurry even faster. But when anyone tries to rush me I find that I’ll go even slower just to piss them off. I’m not sure why I even do that.
“Yes I’m just about done.” I replied rather snappishly. That was about the zillionth time she had called me though. Anyone would think that it was her getting married today. “And these heels are a fucking nightmare Jessica. I hate wearing new shoes for the first time!” Now where did I put those god damn plasters?
“Ok Sarah the cabs here and I’ve got your ID in my bag so let’s go.” It was surprising how she acted more like my mother today as we were normally like two peas in a pod. We had similar personalities and with almost identical looks we could be passed off as sisters, the only difference being that she has curlier hair than I do and maybe fuller lips and her eyes have a greyish tone to them. But as far as good looks go I think we are equal but in different ways. She has bigger boobs than me but I have a smaller waist and because my complexion is slightly peachier than hers I can get away with wearing bolder colours and heavier make up.
“Fine I’m coming now let me just grab this.” I picked up a cold piece of toast that had strawberry jam on it. It had been sitting on a plate on the kitchen counter top for over an hour but I still stuffed it into my mouth whilst we ran down the steps to exit the building.
“Where can I take you to my lovelies?” The cab driver asked in a jolly manner.
“Hi we’re going to the registry office on Bow Road and could you get us there as fast as you can please as we’re a little on the late side.” Jessica asked sweetly and put on her poshest expression in hopes that he would step on it a little faster if he thought he had a rich piece of hot totty sitting in the back of his cab.
“Why certainly maam, I’ll have ya there in a jiffy.” He replied with a singing tone to his voice.
“Watch out you almost hit that cyclist.” Jessica scorned him and with her face pressed up against the window she mouthed the word sorry to the cyclist as we drove past him.
“That’s ok ladies. I’ve had plenty of practice dodging those slight beggars.” He chuckled.
“Oh for God sake I just spilt jam on my dress. Jessica I look like shit now what am I going to do? That’s it I can’t go ahead with this anymore. This is a sign for me not to go through with it. I’ve realised it’s a stupid idea and I want to go home before I make a big fool out of myself.” My nerves had set in and I began to wonder what kind of an idiot I was for agreeing to go through with this scam in the first place. Yes the five thousand pounds I’d received certainly helped sway me and perhaps if I gave it back I could still get out of this, but there had been no logic or sound reasoning for my decision in this outrageous matter.
“Look you don’t have to get hysterical.” She quipped. “First of all you’re not marrying this guy to live with him. All you have to do is say I do and then you can both fuck off on your separate ways. Here I have a femme fresh wipe you can use to clean that splodge. Now do you still want to do this or would you rather go home because I’m here for you hun? And maybe I can tell Robbie that you just couldn’t go through with it. After all it’s not like we know him and have anything to feel guilty about.” She pulled out her lippy and perfectly plastered another layer over her plump lips without using a mirror. I’d always admired her for having that talent.
“No! No I’ll do it. I’ve already said I would and I don’t want to disappoint anyone.” This was one of those things that I totally regretted agreeing to but I knew that I had an obligation to go ahead with. Something other than the money was driving me tho, like a force of nature. I knew deep down that I would have done this regardless whether a payment had been made or not. I had knots in my stomach but I felt as though they were caused from excitement rather than nerves.
“Ere we are then ladies. I got you here safe and sound, Bromley public hall. That’ll be eleven quid even.” He pulled up alongside the pavement and smiled politely as he held his hand out waiting for either one of us to pay up. Maybe he should have knocked a fiver off for turning up so bloody late and almost causing an accident and for ruining my dress.
“There you go keep the change. Now Sarah are you sure you still want to go through with this?” She was giving me my last chance to escape doing the dreaded deed and I toyed with the idea just for a second but nothing was coming forward and telling me not to go through with it. I waited for a sign, any sign, apart from the cab being late, the cyclist, and the jam, any other sign would do in order to persuade me not to go ahead with this marriage.
“Yep ready as I’ll ever be!” Neither one of us had thought this through properly and had paid little attention to any consequences that may occur from it.
“Ok then let’s do it. Look there’s a crowd of people waiting and there’s Debbie waving like a frantic idiot. Hi Debbie this is Sarah, Sarah this is Debbie. So where is Robbie?” Jessica asked her right before she gripped my arm as Debbie forced us to run up the steps.
“Just get inside they’ve called for you twice.” She replied and herded us inside the hall like cattle on a ranch. “Quickly come on now let’s hurry people are waiting”
As we were ushered into a small room on the left I looked around for the person I was about to be wed to. I wondered why he hadn’t had the balls to even approach me and at least say thanks for saving his grateful Canadian ass.
Jessica sat in the front row next to Debbie and I stood in front of a long table with a black marble top and gold painted legs. Two women were standing on the other side of it. One was wearing the most awful beige suit and the other in a sage green jacket and black trousers and obviously thinking she looked fantastic in that God awful red lipstick that she’d probably had since 1970. And that dry orange hair, it looked like she had gone for a rewiring job on her last visit to the salon.
Behind Jessica four seats were filled with women that I couldn’t identify. They were older and I assumed that they must be some of Robbie’s relatives. Standing next to me was a slim but fit built woman with short dark hair, blue eyes and pretty cute looking. She was wearing a white trouser suit with a carnation pinned to the lapel. “Who are you and where is Robbie?” I whispered to her. And why was she standing at my side?
But before she could answer me the registrar introduced herself and her colleague and announced that we were all in the presence of Sarah Niles and Robin Page on this joyful occasion.
I must have missed something. Robbie wasn’t here yet. I turned around to look at Jessica for confirmation on what was happening but all I could see was her mouthing, “Sarah I’m sorry! I had no fucking idea.”
I didn’t understand why she was saying that until I saw the group of women seated behind her smiling happily and patting their weepy ridden eyes with tissues and looking directly at the woman standing right next to me. The sudden realisation that Robbie was actually present hit me pretty damn fast. I was marrying the woman standing next to me, the same sex as me. I was entering into a same sex marriage!
What the fuck? I thought to myself, what do I do now? How the hell do I get out of this one? But I had made a promise to help this person. Oh God what have I gone and done now? I could feel the sweat beading down my forehead and my stomach was starting to turn over with a feeling of sickness creating a dizzy sensation. There was one thing that had failed to have been mentioned in all of this, that one tiny little detail, one little word. Robbie was a woman. She had never been referred to in the he or she context. Or if she had then I had been so oblivious to the possibility that someone would assume I would just do it anyway. All I could remember being said was dark hair, good looking, nice smile and kind of shy. My heart was beating fast and my chest began to tighten as my adrenalin kicked in so I immediately excused myself from the room. A gasp came from one of the tearful ladies seated behind Jessica as I quickly legged it out through the door and into the hallway. Jessica was swift to follow me and instead of the expected serious questioning and what the fuck comments we just looked at each other and burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. Could this really be happening to me? Three weeks ago I offered to help out Jessica’s work colleague; the wonderful Debs who just happened to mention that a friend of hers needed to stay in the country and that marriage was the quickest way to secure it. It’s funny how she never made any attempt to meet with me or introduce me to Robbie for that matter. And why had she gone ahead and arranged this knowing that I was a woman? There was definitely something suspicious about this whole affair.
I peered in through the slim piece of glass at the side of the door and caught a quick glimpse of Robbie smiling back at me and I made a mental note that she does have a nice smile. Whoa what was I thinking? I don’t have a high regard for other women. I think that we’re all bitches behind each other’s backs when we’re given any opportunity to be. I have to say no! I can’t do this! Oh god but I agreed to do it. How can I go back on my word now? This person’s situation depends solely on my decision and why had no one else come to her rescue? Did she not have any friends of her own who could have committed themselves to this illegal scam? This was the perfect time to walk out and never look back but I was already back on route to my bride to be and as I approached her I made my apologies for making such a quick exit and then announced to everyone that I was now ready to continue with the ceremony.
The registrar covered her disapproving grunt by pretending to cough and began to speak but all I could hear was blah blah blah. It was like living in an episode of a cartoon when the grownups talk was muffled. Oh how I wanted to not be a grown up right at this moment. And then I heard it…“Repeat after me…I Sarah Niles do take thee Robin Page in…”
I could feel my mouth moving and sound was coming out but I had no idea what I was saying. Shock had started to play a role in this cruel joke. Then I felt my hand being lifted lightly into the air and a gold band was being placed on my finger. Her skin was soft and silky to the touch and her smell was irresistibly fascinating. Then there was a polite applause coming from the witnesses behind us and voices congratulating us on our marital unification. Did these women even know that this was all a con?
When I finally snapped out of my daze I found myself sitting in a pub with my fourth drink of champagne in my hand and a rather large woman with her arms wrapped around me and kissing my cheek. Jessica was sitting opposite me with her head in her hands sobbing uncontrollably and saying that she was so sorry for getting me into this shit. I quickly downed my drink and pledged for another and then another straight after that. Robbie sat silent just sipping her beer but I did notice that her eyes were focused on me the entire time. And then this large woman who ever the hell she was handed me an envelope with a card inside. There were several signatures written in it with little quotes of good wishes for our wedded success and a rather attractive looking confirmation letter showing a room booked for one night at a hotel. This was a rather extravagant hotel that sat nicely next to Tower Bridge and overlooked the Bridge and the river.
A cab driver came into the pub and shouted cab for Niles Page! My bride and I were then shoved into the cab and waved off by everyone and I could see Jessica waving remorsefully with tears flowing down her face. This whole situation had been a farce. I felt as though I had been had in a really bad joke and that someone was going to leap out in front of me and shout ‘late April fool.’
The journey to the hotel was a short drive but it was awkward and silent and I could feel Robbie’s eyes staring at me as I looked out of the window the entire way. All I could think was what the fuck had I just done? Her silence wasn’t doing her any favours with me either. Could she not just thank me for putting my life on hold in her honour or was she just considering whether she had made a good investment with her five thousand pounds.
Once inside the hotel the receptionist greeted us with a nice welcome and informed us that our king size suite was ready. I explained copiously that this was out of the question and that we required two single beds in our room. She searched her computer screen for a few minutes only to inform us that every other suite had been taken as there was a charity bike race taking place in the morning and most of the cyclists were staying at the hotel. There was no choice we had to accept the suite and a rather old looking gentleman claiming to be a porter showed us to our room which was on the fourth floor and was situated overlooking the bridge and the river. The ride in the lift was intense too as a couple who were on their honeymoon were all over each other and making sloppy kissing noises. It was definitely annoying and rude in my opinion.
It would have been much easier to have gone our separate ways and buggered off home to…..home to what; four walls and a fucking T.V? Maybe in my desperation and loneliness I had been drawn into this scam just to gain a little excitement in my life.
Once inside the suite we were confronted by a large bed with cream sheets and a burgundy throw and rather large plump pillows. It practically filled the room. There was also a large couch by the window just big enough to sleep on.
My first words to my new wife were, “one of us can sleep on that I suppose.”
Speaking in her soft Canadian accent she quickly offered to do the honour. But I suggested we flip a coin for it. Guess what, I should have taken her up on her offer and shut my big fat gob. Sleeping on couches definitely wasn’t my forte.
I sat on the big plump cushions and looked over at the dynamic bed that I had just lucked out on. It kind of ended my day on the same note that it had started with.
“I’m eternally grateful for what you have done for me.” Spoke this quiet soft voice. “I promise I won’t intrude on your life and that I’ll stay out of your way and I definitely won’t bring any one back to the house.”
“What house?” I asked surprised that she had made that comment.
“Yours. You did agree that I could stay with you didn’t you?” She had a slight confused look about her as if I should know what the hell she was talking about.
“The only thing that I flaming well agreed to was to sign a piece of paper and that was all. I don’t remember ever offering to share my home with you. I think that there has certainly been some miscommunication on your side as I was led to believe that I would never have to see you again.” I was furious at the assumption of this woman and I was going to call Jessica first thing in the morning to sort this whole mess out.
I had no idea that she was expecting to live with me. None of this had been decided in any of the conversations I’d held with Jessica and we certainly talked about it a lot in the pub. I had assumed that I would be signing divorce papers in the near future and posting them off to wherever the hell she was staying. Alarm bells were starting to ring loud in my head but exhaustion from the events of the day and all of that Champagne I’d drank had taken its toll on me for the evening. I lifted my legs up onto the couch and laid my head down and immediately fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning to find a throw had been placed over me and breakfast consisting of croissants and bacon, sausages and scrambled eggs sat on the table. It smelt so good. Robbie was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and her head supported with her hands clasped together underneath her chin. She had been watching me sleep, probably for a while as she looked quite refreshed and ready to go. Good morning was passed between us and then I remembered that she wants to come home with me. Oh god I’m fucked.
My hair was full of static caused by the velvet fabric probably because I had tossed and turned all night from such an uncomfortable sleep.
“Look I know that I agreed to marry you to help keep you in the country for whatever reason you may have to stay here but living with me wasn’t on the agenda. Do you not have anywhere else to go?” I was pushing for her to come up with an alternative residence so that I could be free of her baggage and carry on living the life that I was so accustomed to.
“Maybe a friend of mine can take me in although she’s not exactly thrilled with me going through with this idea. I’m sorry to have assumed that you would do more than you already have and I apologise for the inconvenience that I must have caused you.” She had a disappointed look on her face and I could see that she felt very humble towards me.
“No wait a minute!” I spoke out after having a sudden change of heart. “Maybe you can stay at mine but just for a short while until we can figure this mess out anyway. But this will only be a temporary option you do understand.” I had realised that she was in just as much of a mess as I was and that it was my own naivety that had led us to this point.
She nodded in agreement and picked up one of the plates and offered it to me and I opted for the sausages and eggs and probably ate like a pig as I was totally starving. It was at this moment that I looked directly into her eyes for the first time and was drawn in by their intense colour.
“You have azure blue.” My thoughts were spoken out aloud without them meaning to be.
“Pardon me, you said something.” She patiently waited for my reply knowing that I had spoken without thinking first.
I looked away quickly and changed the subject. “Oh it was nothing. I was just wondering where about in Canada you are from. Your accent is very soft and subtle.” She gave a slight smile and informed me that she was from North Vancouver and that her reason for needing to stay in England was one of dire emergency.
“I will fill out all of the necessary paperwork for immigration services and all you have to do is sign them, if that’s ok with you Sarah?” She said my name with such grace that it gave me a feeling of warmth. It felt natural to hear my name flow out from her lips.
“Yes that’s fine whatever. Any how I suggest we better make our way back to my place soon, but first I really must eat some more of this delicious breakfast.” I scoffed the remains of my food down and then put the rest of my wedding attire back on. Hopefully Robbie couldn’t smell the vagina cleanser that I had used to clean it with yesterday.
Upon arriving back at my place I noticed how much of a pigsty I lived in. My clothes were scattered all over the lounge floor and two half cups of cold coffee joined by a half eaten piece of toast had been left on the kitchen counter.
“Oh God you must think I’m a real pig.” I pointed out as I cringed in shame of my mess. “I just like to live in a chaotic mess. So you’ll find your room just down the hall on the left. You can park your stuff in there and please feel free to make yourself at home. I’m just gonna pick this crap up off the floor and make it a little more presentable in here.” House proud I wasn’t and my mother had always cleaned my room and fussed after me when I was growing up so I never had the urge to do much of it.
“Oh please let me help. It’s the least I can do to repay you back for all the trouble that you’ve gone through. And I’m pretty good with a vacuum.” She began picking up my state of disorder and stacked it into a neat pile on the sofa.
“Well ok then. I’ve never been that great at housework myself so feel free to knock yourself out. Do you mind if I go and have a shower I really need to get out of these clothes?” I was the kind of girl who put my own personal appearance before housework and I think it showed.
For a short moment there was a sense of unfamiliar awkwardness between us as we passed each other in the hallway. To save any further embarrassment I darted into the bathroom where I could regain my composure.
I must have been in the shower for more than half an hour when Robbie knocked on the door. “Sarah your friend is on the phone do you want me to tell her you’ll call her back shortly?”
“Oh no that’s ok I’ll just be a minute. Tell her to hang on a sec for me will you.” I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair as quickly as I could and as I stepped out of the shower I realised that I had stupidly forgotten to pick up a towel from the closet in my bedroom. And my bathrobe was on my bedroom floor where I had discarded it the day before. My dress was now lying in a crumpled heap on the wet floor soaking up the water from the puddle that I had created. It would have defeated the purpose of washing the days grime from my body if I were to put that sopping wet item back on. This was becoming a bit of a dilemma for me and my options were to call to Robbie for help or to make a mad dash for it to my room. I chose the latter and opened the door gradually.
She was nowhere in sight so I slowly crept along the hallway making sure not to make any noise. If she came out of her room now we’d both be horror-struck, her at the sight of me and my wobbly bits and me at the mere thought of her seeing my wobbly bits.
Droplets of water were forming tiny pools on the wooden floorboards as it dripped down my legs and feet and I was being cautious not to slip over on my ass. Finally I made it to my room and I quickly closed the door behind me. As I walked towards the closet I noticed a slight difference on my carpet. I could actually see it. Robbie had been an ideal house guest already and tidied up all of my crap. I was actually starting to feel glad that I had made the decision that she could stay when I suddenly noticed a movement coming from behind the closet door. Then without warning she appeared right in front of me. There I was dripping wet totally naked and full on embarrassed. I was horrified and scanned the room for any remnant that I could use to cover my body. She’d fucking tidied everything up and my hands were working overtime trying not to reveal any more of my assets.
“I need a towel!” I squealed still searching for anything to cover my body with.
“Sarah I’m so sorry, here please take this from me.” She reached into the closet and handed me a large bath towel whilst keeping her eyes shut tight. “I’ll leave you to get dressed then. I’m sorry for upsetting you and don’t forget that your friend is still waiting on the phone.” As she left the room rather sheepishly may I add, I jumped onto my bed and grabbed for my phone.
Jessica was screaming into the mouth piece. “What’s going on and are you alright Sarah, should I call the police?”
“Hi Jessica it’s me.” I answered almost dropping the phone on the floor. “No everything is just fine for such a fucked up situation.”
“Why were you screaming?” I felt that she’d left it a little late in the day to be so concerned about my wellbeing.
“Oh I just gave Robbie a fricking full on flash of my entire anatomy that’s all. Why the hell didn’t you know about her Jessica?” I asked annoyed at the fact that she was the one who had set this ordeal up in the first place.
“Well maybe when all of this was being discussed I must have been too pissed to have taken the information in. You know what I’m like Sarah, get me in a pub and I’m the best customer they’ll have all night. But if it’s any consolation she is rather stunning isn’t she… for a masculine looking woman I mean. Anyway why is she there at your place? I thought you were going to tell her to fuck off just like we planned.”
“Jessica you have no idea do you. You also missed the fact that she was informed she’d be residing with me indefinitely. That’s what sealed the deal for her.” This whole scam had back fired on me and I only had myself to blame.
“Oh shit Sarah you are in a pickle. It is funny tho.” She giggled with a slight nervousness but that’s because this wasn’t happening to her.
“Do you have any idea Jessica how this is going to affect me? My parents like to call round at any time unannounced. My Chinese takeout evenings in with my other mates will have to be put on hold for a while. Just get your bloody arse round here and help me figure this shit out. I have to come up with a cover story. You have to help me Jessica!” I was beginning to feel uneasy at the thought that I was going to be a laughing stock to all of my friends once they found out what I’d done, so a simple lie would have to be put in place.
“Ok I’ll be round in about half an hour. Or would you two like some alone time together? I bet she thinks you’re a right little hottie.” And so the jokes begin at my expense.
“She’s not even gay… is she?” I hadn’t even considered that fact. But what if she was and I’d just turned her on, what if she thought that I was coming on to her, does she think that I’m gay too? Shit too many questions so little time.
I slammed the phone down in annoyance and catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror I couldn’t believe that she had just been privy to my most intimate resources. But I was easily distracted when I realised that I do have a good body and who in their right mind wouldn’t like it, right? Maybe she liked what she saw. I secretly hoped that she did anyway. Was that so wrong of me?
I put on a small grey top with shoestring straps, it was one of my sexiest revealers that allowed my nipples to protrude and if I leant forwards it showed off a little of what’s not available. I also put on a pair of really short shorts. I had no idea what I was even thinking dressing so provocatively. But I felt compelled into doing it as though my body was thinking for me instead of my brain.
I entered the lounge feeling a little nervous. The thought of her being privy to not only my womanhood, but also my private collection made me wonder if she contemplated that I too was a desperate single girl. Had she seen any of my sex toys, my slutty crotchless knickers oh god my porno? I noticed how everything looked immaculately clean. My mess had been picked up and placed into a neat tidy pile and then an aroma of coffee wafted in to my room from the kitchen.
“Do you take sugar?” She called out.
“Umm no thanks I just have cream in it!” I replied and made my way to the lounge sitting comfortably on the sofa and watched her get acquainted with the contents of my kitchen.
She came in carrying a tray consisting of three cups of coffee and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. “I made one for your friend too. I take it she is on her way over here?” She queried as she placed everything down on the table in front of me.
“Oh yes she’ll be here any moment. I’ve asked her to come over and help me… I mean us.” I remarked quickly trying to act as if I was in control of the situation and knew just exactly what I was talking about.
I did feel a moment of awkwardness when she sat on the sofa beside me and I didn’t know whether to stay sitting down or stand up, or make myself uselessly busy. This was my home yet I felt self conscious and strange and completely invaded. The knock on the door couldn’t have come soon enough.