Sophia walked back home in a trance, with a small smile on her lips. Aleph was still on her mind, she couldn't stop thinking about him. His strong arms wrapped under her breasts, her back braced against his toned body, his breath hot on her neck as he nibbled on her ear... She opened the door to her apartment while her mind spun fancies of her desire.
She recalled her recent conversation with Aleph, and felt a moment of pride for having won him over. She had been trying for so long, longer than on any other guy in her class, because he was different, and she loved the exotic. All through her talk, she had kept on dropping hints, almost giving up, when her thoughts turned lewd. She'd imagined him playing with her breasts, his hands caressing their smooth skin. Inexplicably, that had been followed by a sense of arousal so strong that she had almost orgasmed right there. Even the memory brought a fresh blush to her face, and her nipples stiffened in response. How had she gotten off on just a thought?
I'll touch myself before he gets here, or I won't be able to think straight.
With that decided, she dropped her bag onto the sofa and went to shower. Her breasts were sensitive to the touch, the cloth rubbing over her nipples, sending a small shiver through her body as she pulled off her shirt. After pulling off her shorts, she stood in front of the mirror in the nude. She saw her face, flushed, and her eyes, dilated. Her gaze travelled down, tracing the flush creeping down her slender neck, lingering at her chest, her breasts pushing out as she took a breath, down to her navel, pierced a year ago with a golden ring, her small waist flowing into her curvy, wide hips. She wasn't surprised to see her lower lips swollen and glistening with wetness, leaking down her thighs. She shuddered.
Fuck, how long has it been since I masturbated?
Still standing before the mirror, she reached between her thighs with one hand, while the other softly brushed her left breast.
This morning's events were still fresh in Aleph's mind as he walked his way to her house. He vividly remembered the moments when he had entered Sophia's consciousness, especially those during her induced-arousal. His manhood stiffened in response to the memory, but it paled in comparison to the response he had gotten from Sophia's body. He was intoxicated on those sensations. And soon, he would indulge himself until he was sated.
He quietened that train of thought as he found himself standing before her front door. Composing himself, he had never been invited over to a girl's house before, he rang the bell.
No response.
He tried it again, and got a shock for his troubles.
"Damn!" He muttered under his breath, his composure broken. The fog had worked it's way into the bell, it seemed.
He knocked twice on the red door, hard. Still nothing.
Out of options, he examined his surroundings. There was no one on the street, nor any lights shining out of the nearby buildings. Hesitatingly, he tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. The door swung open easily. He stepped into a well-furnished room, and quietly closed the door.
The room was well-lit with a warm, yellow light. A long couch rested before a modest television set, on a chequered carpet. On the right side of the room was a small kitchen, just a long counter with an induction stove. On one end rested a microwave, warming a bowl of spaghetti. On the other end stood a off-white, single doored refrigerator.
He could see two doors. One in front of him, half-closed, leading to the bedroom. The one on the left, he guessed by the sounds of falling water and soft humming, led to the bathroom.
He was debating whether he should leave or not, when Sophia solved his dilemma by stepping out from the shower, drying her long black hair with a towel, which hid her face, clad in a purple bathrobe clinging to her hips.
The bathrobe, loosely tied, presented him with a wonderful view of her breasts, still glistening like polished mahogany, the darker skin of her nipples barely covered by the soft fabric. The motion of her hands shifted the robe, exposing her left breast in all its glory. Full and firm, it looked as if begging to be sucked and fondled. Aleph felt himself stiffen again.
Sophia stopped drying her hair, the towel parting around her beautiful face, to readjust the robe, when her eyes fell on his boots. They travelled up his legs, lingering on his bulging manhood, taking in the small box he held in his left hand, and finally their eyes met.
For a moment, she just stared at him, her face blank. Then the moment passed, and she smirked prettily at him.
"Enjoying the view? That'll be two bucks, thank you!" She quipped, her hand pulling the robe close over her considerable cleavage.
He felt the tension ease out from his shoulders. In his mind, however, he sighed in disappointment.
Guess I'll wait a little longer.
He returned her smile with a small one of his own. She snorted.
"So, what's in the box? It better be good enough to make up for sneaking into my house." Sophia warned, looking at the small green box, tied with a golden ribbon.
