Felicia
From Create Your Own Story
“Hey, Felicia,” you say, confident that you nailed it.
She grins, daintily shrugging her shoulders, inadvertantly squeezing her tank-top cleavage toward you.
“Hey yourself,” she sighs, stepping inside to let you in. “I just ordered some pizza, hope that’s okay.”
“That’s fine,” you say, happy to graze against her supple flesh on your way to her living room.
“Dave, I’m really glad you came over.” She says, following you to the living room couch.
You just smile, taking a moment to look over her perfect figure. She’s wearing a shrunken tank top with a short denim skirt and knee socks.
You can’t tell for sure but it looks like she might not be wearing a bra under that top.
“Dave?” She clears her throat, noticing that you’ve been staring a bit.
Do you?
