Author's Note: So Little Time wasn't such a bad show. I don't consider it arty, but it was fun. Mary-Kate and Ashley were cute no matter what, and however you put it they were just sweet. Now, I must say that I'm not some old pervert who likes young girls. I'm their age, so it's ok for me to like them sexually. I don't usually like twins though, because it's just a bit odd, but I'm talking Mary-Kate only so the problem is solved. I like Mary-Kate better than Ashley, because she is shorter and is typically with straight hair, which is what I prefer in a girl. Also, her name sounds nicer. Enough vain talk, let's get to the point.
I wanted to meet Mary-Kate for a little chat at least, or if I'm lucky to go out on a date with her. This is the best perspective of course, probably none of this was going to happen. Anyways, I had no idea how I was supposed to actually get in touch with her, so I just gave it up and added it to my endless list of unfulfilled dreams. I was enjoying an ignorant day of nothing at that time by the way. There has been so many days like this in my life that it was becoming a routine, and that wasn't good. Whatever you do, and I mean whatever, the last thing you need is a boring life. I was sick to my stomach of this shit, so I decided to break the boredom by going to the beach. Oh, I forgot to mention that it's all taking place in LA, but you must have guessed so.
And there I was, getting ready to be swallowed by the ocean, enjoying the contrast of the gently cool breeze and the burning heat of the golden sand beneath me. My romantic mood was a constant, but unfortunately I was mostly lonely since there are less and less romantic souls on this planet. However, it all got better when I spotted what my subconsciousness begged for all they long. Yeah, you guessed right, it was her, Mary-Kate Olsen. How did I know it wasn't Ashley? Well, if you were into one of them this much you'd just know where to look. The hair. Mary-Kate's parting is naturally at the center, and Ashley's is a little to the right (at least that's what I think I've noticed). Here's another brain-teaser for ya: a chance meeting or a fateful event? I didn't give a fuck in fact, because Mary-Kate was right there in front of me, sunbathing in her tiny swimwear. Time to rejoice my friends, time for me to get enviable.
I noticed that she was alone, so I went to say hi. Who knows, she could have been interested.
"It's pretty nice out here, isn't it?"
"Um, do I know you?"
"I'm sorry, my name is Chris."
"Hi, I'm Mary-Kate."
"Pleased to meet you, I was just passing by, and then I spotted you. I just wanted to say hi. I.. I don't wanna intrude..."
"No, it's okay."
"So.. what are you doing here, aren't you sick of them paparazzi guys?"
"Oh, so you know me, huh?"
"Yeah, I mean who doesn't? But I'm not a stalker or a mass murderer or something, don't worry. I just wanted to have a word with you like a normal person. Is that OK with you."
"I guess so."
After our little chat, Kate grabbed a bottle of sunscreen and said:
"Hey, since you're here anyway, can you help me out with this?"
"Sure." Was she kidding? I was dying to touch her. She passed me the sunscreen and turned around. My jaw dropped to the sand when I saw her backside. I couldn't believe it, she wasn't wearing any bikini bottoms, but a tiny light pink g-string. It parted her asscheeks so nicely, exposing her cute liitle butt. It was simply ideal: not too small, a bit curvy so it was still feminine, and tanned all over since it wasn't hidden behind some trivial granny panties. I squeezed some sunsceen in my palm and rubbed it in her back. She moaned a little, which really surprised me. As I was going lower and lower, I commented on her choice of swimwear as if I hadn't noticed it before.
"Damn, that sure is some naughty outfit you're wearing. Quite edgy."
"Well I didn't want that damn bikini tan line, if you know what I mean. I'd rather go with the thong line. I like it that way, I think it's cute."
"Yeah I know what you mean, I feel the same way about it. And it's much sexier like this."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. So, do you always wear thongs or just occasionally?"
"Well, I only have thong underwear in my drawer. I used to own bikinis, but I threw them away, I didn't like 'em. Then I bought some g-strings, and that's it."
"Don't you find them uncomfortable?"
"Nah, they're just fine. After all, that's my everyday underwear, so I'm used to the feeling. It's a bit funny, but it's nice."
"You got many of them?"
"Dunno. 50-60 pairs, something like that."
"Wow, that's a lot."
"Just about as much as any girl should have."
"Nah, I don't think that any other girl can have a g-string looking this good on their ass. Not even your sister."
"Hehe, that was a good one. Thank you."
I kept on massaging her back, but I just had to have a pice of that tanned ass.
"Uhh, your butt is turning red, Mary-Kate. It's dying for some sunscreen, unless you want it sunburnt."
"Then smear some on it, don't be bashful. I don't wanna ruin my tan line."
