Day 1: Saturday/Breakfast with Lauren
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Current revision as of 02:41, 14 July 2011
You call Lauren to breakfast.
"Alright!" she says.
She takes her time as she gets up from the couch, and she trudges on over to the dining room in her slippers, landing in her seat across from you at the glass dining table. You take a moment to admire her appearance.
She's a blonde, like your stepfather, and is has a rather attractive figure. You remember when you first met her a couple of years ago, she was only beginning to grow into a woman, a thin preteen who did sports and was popular at school. She's grown a lot, and has already stopped growing in height (still shorter than you by quite a bit), but you've noticed some other parts of her that have been growing too. Your eyes wander from her face down through the glass table, at her soft stretchy pyjamas...
"What?" she asks, smiling at you questioningly, after taking a bite of her pancake and noticing you.
You pull out of your gaze and cover it up smoothly. "Nothing, I just noticed how you brush your hair before coming downstairs but you don't change out of your PJs."
"Oh yeah, I just can't stand how messy my hair is when I wake up," she says, turning her attention back to her pancake.
You finish up quickly, and she goes up to her room to get changed and get ready for her skating practice later. Meanwhile, you have an hour and a half to kill before you have to drive her to the arena.
You go back into your bedroom, then stand there wondering what to do.
"An hour and a half..." you think.
You've got homework you've gotta do this weekend, and you might as well do it now. But you can't hide the fact that you still have a raging hard-on from looking at Lauren through the glass table...
You could:
