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."
"OK." I took the bottle again and splashed some cream all over her ass. Then I started rubbing it, occasionally snaking my hands down her smooth legs.
"Oh that feels so good. Are you a masseur or something?"
"No, nothing like it. I'm just doing my best to help you get the tan of your life. There you go."
"Am I ready yet?"
"Yep, I didn't miss a spot." I was rock hard by now and my swimshorts couldn't hide it. Although I tried to, when she turned around the first thing she noticed was my enormous bulge.
"Wow, I didn't know I'd have this kind of impact on you."
"I'm sorry, I just... Well, I'm a human being after all, a male human being..."
"Don't worry, I don't mind."
"Kate, the water is just great!" a voice came from behind me. I turned my head and saw that Ashey was standing right above me.
"Yea, yeh.."
"So, won't you introduce me to your new friend?"
"Oh yeah, of course. Ashley, this is Chris. Chris, this is Ashley."
"Hi" I got up to shake her hand.
"Hey"
Just then Mary-Kate suddenly got up and said:
"Um, Chris and I, we were just gonna.. go buy some ice cream. Yeah.. watch our stuff, will ya?"
She then grabbed me by the hand and headed somewhere. I just followed her.