"Hello?" Marie answered her phone "Good Afternoon."
"Yeah, I'm coming over now," said a male voice on the other line
"You can't I'm here alone," she pleaded
"Your dad said it was okay for me to come," he lied.
"Okay if he said so." She ended as she hung up the phone. Marie had just turned 19 and on her birthday her mom had bought her a laptop. She didn't know much about computers so her dad had called one of his friends- Michael to set it up for her. Michael was in his Mid 20's around 26 and had been a friend of the family since Marie herself was a young girl. Before she got her laptop she would talk to him on the phone once a week, mostly on weekend and talk to him on messenger every day. He didn't live far, a 15 minute drive to be exact.
Going upstairs she went for her laptop, so he wouldn't have to walk on the carpet. He was one who didn't like to take off his shoes. 20 minutes had passed and Marie saw no sign of Michael so going into the kitchen she made herself a bologna sandwich and had another slice of cake that her aunt had bought her for her birthday.
She was in the middle of having her cake when the door bell rang. Rushing to the door, she peeped out to see who it was.
"It's hot out here you know," Michael said as he pushed his way past her into the passage way "and you stood there looking who it was."
"I have to be cautious," she said licking the icing off her fingers. He watched her intently.
"You could have changed your clothes," he gulped as she wore a loose tank top revealing her breasts without support (a bra), and a black mini skirt with slits in the sides as if it wasn't short enough.
"Why it's not like it's my night gown," she blushed as his intense eyes roamed her body once more "plus you said it yourself its hot out." She used the napkin in her hand to pat the sweat running down her neck.
"Okay where's the pc?" he asked. Tugging on the end of his shirt she led the way to the dining room where she had placed the laptop on the table. Picking up the bag he took the laptop out and turned it on.
"This may take a while," he breathed "where's the charger?" looking around blankly Marie said
"I probably left it upstairs, what does it look like?" sighing deeply Michael told her he'd come with. He followed behind her as she led the way. Going up the stair he couldn't help but notice that not only was her skirt shorter than it looked but she wasn't wearing any underwear. Not noticing he asked her non-chalantly
"Do you wear underwear to bed?" without hesitation she answered
"Why should I?"
"I see," he said pulling on a few strands of his beard which just started growing back.
"It's just a waste of underwear, if you ask me," She ended. Searching through her closet she found a cord coiled up.
"Is it this?" she asked examining it as if it were some kind of specimen
"Yes, yes it is," he said taking the cord from her. Without waiting on her, he headed back down the stairs. She followed behind me. He sat there for a while downloading essential things on her computer. She sat directly across from him with her legs folded exposing herself as she knew she didn't have any underwear on.
"Are you thirsty," she asked after a long while of staring at him. Clearing his throat he said
"Sure," anything to get her away from him, anything to keep himself from staring at her delicious looking cunt. He so wanted to pump his cum into that delicious little thing she called her vagina. He wanted to hammer her with his cock until she screamed out for him to stop. Clearing his throat once more he hoped he had cleared his mind.
"Here you go," she said handing him a tall glass of lemon ice she had made earlier.
"Thanks Hun," he said but as she bent to put the glass on a coaster on the table beside him, he just couldn't help stare at her breasts dangling bare and free in her blouse. Unable to remove his eyes from her he saw here nipples were erect as they rubbed against the flimsy fabric. Oh how we wanted to grab them and squeeze them, massage them with his hands and tease them with his fingers and tongue.
"So, how's your boyfriend?" he asked trying to make conversation