I loved her. I've always loved her. Oh I can still feel the smell of her perfume and the touch of the soft skin of her tiny hand, her bronzy body that tastes like a milky piece of chocolate, her curly black hair, her skinny jeans and shirts.
Everything I've ever known about her still reminds me of that night, the 28th of November 2012. I can remember every single event that happened on that day. My roommate Selena was sitting in her comfy chair, resting her head back, smoking her hookah, not caring about the world. Her sleepy brown eyes never looked sexier, her long bare legs were stretching on the dirty table, her black tight panties held her small bubble butt firmly.
To her I was just a best friend who she always trusted, a brother who always took care of her. She used to spend long hours of her nights sitting topless with her hookah, beer and books in front of me with no sexual tension ever happening between us. Before that night she was nothing more than a friendly roommate to me.
They say love happens randomly but I've never believed in such nonsense. I believe that there are always many factors that make our brains love. We love with our senses. Love has nothing to do with our cardiac muscles obviously. It's all about the senses, the fetishes, the little tiny details and that's exactly what happened to me during that night as I watched her chest going up and down and her small well rounded mammary glands jiggle gently as she exhaled the smoke carelessly.
It was the first time for me to stare at her breasts, the first time for me to make her uncomfortable. She looked into my eyes with a cute smile and blushed then picked a book and started to read, leaving me with my thoughts. It was a kind of awkward. I wanted to say something to cut the tension but I didn't