Chapter 01: How It Began
I was sitting in front of the computer and surfing randomly, tired after a long day. The door bell rang and after a quick glance on the computer clock -- 22:43 -- I got up to answer it, wondering who was paying me a visit at this hour. I opened the door and let out a little tired sigh. Outside stood Mia in her pink coat and a big smile.
"Hi there!" she greeted gaily, then gave me a quick hug and went inside - without even being invited. I frowned at her back and returned her greeting with an irritated "hey". I closed the door and received the coat that was pushed into my arms, tried not to get annoyed by her intruding behaviour, and tried not to look too much at her firm behind as she walked towards my room. I shook my head once to clear it while hanging her coat on the rack in the entrance.
Mia was this friend of a friend who had taken a special interest in me for the last few months. She had been here many times, but so far she had always asked before coming and she had always come in a more appropriate hour. Several times she had asked if she could spend the night, usually by the end of a video night with some of our friends, but nothing had ever happened between us. Don't get me wrong, she was a physically very attractive girl: rather short with brown hair down to her chin and a cute body, not in any porn-star kind of way but I must admit that more than once I had taken a long look at some part of her, usually the behind when she wasn't looking, trying to imagine what it would look like under the clothes. And in the lonely hours of night one of my favourite erotic fantasies was that of surprising her in the bathroom where I would force myself on her and later make her suck me as I came in her mouth.
So, if she was the object of my nightly desire why not do something about it in real life then? Well, the fact was that the Mia in my fantasies and the Mia in real life were two completely different girls. The fantasy Mia, though looking exactly like the real Mia, would be coy and defenceless, and she would follow my slightest command. The real life Mia was a bit too pushy for me, which was confirmed by this untimely visit; and she was moody. I mean, she could be very sweet and then suddenly become angry at something with no apparent reason. Not that she would dare become angry with with me, she was five years younger, around the 20, and looked up to me and seemed to weigh my opinons rather highly. As when we were arguing over which movie to watch in the cinema; if we didn't agree on the exact movie it would always end up being one from MY pool of secondary choices, and she would take it with a smile or, at most, only a minor grumpiness. No, it wasn't towards me the problem was. It was for example when she was watching tv; then she could get all worked up about some small thing, like the clothes of the news host or a bad joke from a commentator or the lacking skill of the actors of some show. And she could use up all of my patience when telling me about the nerve of some idiotic ex-girlfriend who had said this or done that (and who of course became a good friend again a few days later). She was very judgemental but at the same time she was very sensible to what others said about her and how they behaved towards her, and she would easily get very offended. It was this moodiness that was a complete turn-off for me.
I knew for a fact that she liked me and that she wanted our relationship to develop into something more; Martin, one of our common friends, more than hinted that some weekends ago in the quiet after-math of a party. I was pretty drunk and one hour earlier I had reached the talkative state where everything was interesting and everything interesting was to be discussed; now I was getting tired and left most of the talking to Martin. He was far beyond my state and was at his fourth beer past his limit (he later made a terrible mess in the bath room!). He was complaining about his non-existent sexual life.
"... but YOU, you at least have Mia!" he explained with a drunk voice. "She's sooo sweet..!" He smiled happily for a moment, then turned to me with an angry stare. "Why haven't you fuckin' DONE something, man?! She's crazy about you, y'lucky bastard!"
I wasn't really that surprised; I had sensed something from her, but he seemed to know something that I didn't and asked him to explain.
"Jenny told me, and she also told me that you were an IDIOT for not noticing!"
I told him that I was happy with how things were now and I wanted it to stay like this. She was my friend and if I started fucking her it would all get complicated. Besides, I wasn't that desperate; I knew a few girls who could be up for something if I worked a little on them, you know what I mean...
"So why the fuck are you hangin' around her all the time, man?! You're fuckin' keepin' her off the market! She thinks it'll lead somewhere with you!"
I explained him that she was a breath of fresh air, a nice change in my everyday, and that although I would eventually get irritated by her moodiness I enjoyed her company, or at least it was better than doing nothing.
Now my breath of fresh air had come for this late-hour visit, and I honestly wasn't in the mood for her right now. I decided to let her stay for just a while out of friendliness and then nicely but firmly throw her out.
Mia went into my room, threw herself on the couch and turned on the tv. I was on my way over to the computer when I heard her call out loudly:
"A cup of tea would be splendid!"
She really acted like a spoiled brat sometimes.
"Then go make some," I answered while sitting down and directing my attention on my previous surfing.
"I'd really like you to make me some..." she said with a sweet voice and added: "Please!"
I let out an irritated sigh to show her that I wasn't in the mood for her company, then I forced patience on myself and thought that it would be easier to kick her out soon if I did something nice to her.
The tea was steaming hot as I returned to my room. Mia was laying on her stomach focused on the tv, some quiz show, and she let out a big laugh at something they said.
"No dear, put it here please." She pointed to the floor below her head as I was about to put the cup on the coffee table.
"I'll put it here, get it yourself when it's cooled off a bit," I said, refusing to give in to her spoiled request, and left the cup on the table I pretended not to notice her hurt expression as I returned to my computer. A while went by.
"Come over here a moment, will you?" Her voice was bright but I could sense something in it, probably she was still offended.
"What?" I asked without turning my eyes from the screen.
"It's just... come over here and I'll tell you!"
I grumbled irritatedly but went over to her. She smiled gaily at me and started to explain.
"It's just that I've had such a tough day, and my feet are killing me... they are SO sore you won't believe it." She winked at me. "Won't you be a sweety and massage them for me a bit, just five or ten minutes?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing!
"Listen," I said with all my patience mustered, "I've had a hard day myself and I'm really too tired for this. Actually, I was thinking of going to sleep anytime soon... Ok?"
"Ok," she said a little sulkily and returned her gaze to the tv. She didn't take the hint about going to sleep.
"At least give me my tea!" I heard her call as I turned to go back to my computer.
"It's still too hot," I countered and moved along, "leave it be for a minute more." She snorted but didn't say a word.
Another while went by.
"How do you turn this thing on?" I heard her voice from where the tv was. I turned to see what she was doing and quickly went to stop her.
"What are you doing? Don't put a movie on now, it's too late!"
"It's something I think you should see, and it's really very short,"she said persuasively. "It's ten minutes at most! And I think it would interest you!" I looked at her. Just this and then I'll get her out, I thought to myself. I took the dvd from her hands and put it inside the machine, switched the channel to AV2. First there was nothing, then a picture appeared. It looked like some home video. It was taken inside an empty apartment and in the center stood a pretty blond girl.
"Now, this is my new home!" the blond girl said happily and threw out her arms with a big smile. She turned around herself before returning her attention to the camera. "What do you say Mia, isn't it perfect?!" The camera looked probingly around in the apartment.
"This is Stella's new place," Mia's voice sounded from behind the camera, "her new lair of seduction!" The two girls laughed girlishly.
I gazed at the tv, thinking that it wouldn't be so bad to meet this friend of Mia sometime. Her slender waist was visible between the tight jeans and the short white shirt that also showed the delicious shape of her large round breasts. The picture zoomed in on her cute face and on different parts of her body on various occasions and I took it all in so that I could remember her; I resolved to make her the object of this night's fantasy, and my dick began to get hard in anticipation. The picture panned around the room, and then the girls walked around in the apartment, all the time fooling around and giggling like school girls. They went to a smaller room, then the bath room, the kitchen, the entrance, and back to the big room where they started.
I was starting to get bored and let out a small sigh of irritation. Besides this lovely Stella girl, what was so important in this video that I had to see it? I turned my head towards Mia but she hushed me and pointed to the screen before I could say anything.
The Mia in the tv said:
"By the way, the guy I told you about lives just across the street from here." The camera moved to the window and zoomed in on a building that looked awfully familiar. "Where is it..? Where is it..? Here!" She found the right window and the picture of a back appeared -- my back!
"Why, it's you!" said the Mia next to me on the couch with faked surprise. My muscles tensed. I got a strange feeling but couldn't move, could just sit and watch the video.
"Here he is!" cried the Mia in the tv and zoomed in even more, making the picture jump around until she had her hand steady. The sound of approaching footsteps could be heard.
"Can you see him?" sounded Stella's voice just next to the camera. "What's he doing?"
