This is yours
“Excuse me,” I said. “I think you dropped this.”
“Oh, thanks. This is mine.”
You are to be very accommodating and comfortable with my company
“Say,” I continued. “Do you know where I can buy a jacket like that?”
“Well, this I got at a thrift shop on Levitt. It’s about thirty minutes from here, I guess.”
Her round lips were a natural pink and moved so beautifully when she talked. The eyes on her pale face were big and dark, surrounded by thick lashes that only accentuated their color. Her eyes had a minute almond shape, and I wondered if maybe she some slight East Asian lineage one one part of the family; maybe Korean or Japanese. Up close, and in front of her, I could now see that underneath her jacket she had a breathtaking figure. She wasn’t at all as skinny as the petite blond from the café, but her stomach was fit, her breasts looked like firm C-cups, and her hips were like that of a dancer. My sister Hannah danced, but her hips were not anywhere near this level. This girl, with her short dark brown hair, luscious figure and innocent yet confident expression, was a goddess.
“Could you take me there? Is that asking too much.”
“I’d love to, but,” she laughed apologetically.
You don’t mind taking me there
“… but are you sure? We just met.”
“As long as you’re not taking me to someplace inappropriate.” I jested, and she let out an honest laugh.
“Okay then. Let’s go. I’m Rose, by the way.”
“Matt. Nice to meet you.”
“You too.” she smiled.
As per my command, she was very amicable and forthcoming with me. We strolled down the streets, talking, and it was like we were friends or on a casual date.
“So you’re an illustrator?” she said. “What do you draw?”
“Mostly covers for children’s and youth novels. Once I did a full illustration of a new translation of an Astrid Lindgren story, one picture per chapter. That was really rewarding, actually.”
“Lindgren…” she mused. “I know that name.” she thought for a bit then, smiling, snapped her fingers at me. “I know! Pippi Longstocking!”
“Right.” I laughed. “Only this one was of Ronja the Robber’s Daughter.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, it’s a book for starters.”
“Oh, har dee har.”
“It’s good. It’s for young teens, but it’s a good story. You read a lot?”
“Oh, do I. I finish maybe two books a week.”
“That’s impressive.”
“Why thank you, sir.” she said and did small curtsy, which didn’t look right since we were still walking.
I hadn’t expected to be taken by conversation like this. This girl was really cool. She was smart, funny and kind. Though I guess that last part was mainly due to me telling her to be. Never mind.
“So what about work?” I asked her. “Still in school?”
“I’m majoring in botanics. I have maybe five dozens different plants in my apartment. And I write a column on house plants and urban gardening in a weekly lifestyle magazine.”
“The impressives just keep lining up.”
“Thanks. You’ve got quite the job yourself.”
“It pays the rent. Or, it will when I get my own place.”
“You live with a roommate?”
“I wish. Still with my family. Haven’t had much luck on the real estate market.”
“I hear you. I got lucky. A friend of my mom was willing to sell it first hand. My dad payed half of it, but it’s written in my name.”
“Wait, so you own your own apartment? No rent?”
“So ’tis, friend.”
“Damn, I think you’re winning.”
We arrived at the second hand store on Levitt street about twenty-five minutes after we’d left the café. It was located in a basement, with old clothes hanging on racks everywhere. Along the walls were boxed of old DVDs and even VHS tapes. We browsed the place, making small talk.
“What do you think about this?” I asked and held out a brown leather jacket with a faint reddish sheen.
“A little short for you.”
“You think?” I said and put it on. It was indeed a bit short. The arms fit perfectly, but the jacket only reached down to just above my belt.
“But…” she pondered. “It sort of works. Just make sure to wear a shirt that covers your butt crack, in case you lean forward or something.”
“Is there a mirror somewhere?”
“Should be. There it is.”
I went over to the mirror, and I liked what I saw. It was a cool jacket, excellent for the coming fall. I rarely bought new clothes, and at 25 bucks, this one was a steal. I figured I could treat myself. I also saw something else in the mirror. Rose, standing behind me, looking absolutely gorgeous. I imagined how I wanted her to cling to my arm, holding it as we walked out of the store. I wanted to kiss her, hold her. I think I might have building a crush for her at that moment. I wanted to try asking her out without using a command or suggestion. But not just now.
“I think I’ll take it.”
“Looks good.”
I bought the jacket, but it was still just a bit to hot outside to wear it. I couldn’t wrap my head around how Rose could wear that over-sized suede jacket in early august. I also picked up what looked like a rare DVD release of Kill! for Jordan. We exited the thrift shop and walked along the street. As we passed the bus station she turned to me.
“I should be heading home. I have work to do.”
“Yeah, alright. But hey, this was fun. You want to get together sometime next week? I’ll take you our for dinner.”
“That’s really sweet. And I had a great time, but I’m not really into guys, in that way.”
“Oh, so you’re…”
“Lesbian, yeah.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to-”
“It’s okay.” she laughed dismissively. “I’m flattered, really.”
Didn’t see that one coming. All of a sudden my hopes of kissing those pink lips ran down the drain. Or did it? Maybe I could… No, that would be wrong. Oh, hell. I had oral sex with my sister. If I wasn’t going to use my power to get what I wanted, then what was the point? It wasn’t like she’d be unhappy. At least I could make a compromise.
You’re not lesbian. You’re bisexual. You are attracted to me as well as to women.
And just for some extra insurance.
When I talk to you, you will get excited. You will feel good when you’re with me. And a little horny
“But…” she started to mumble.
“Look, here’s my number. If you change your mind, give me a call.” I said, knowingly.
“Okay.” she said. She looked confused, as her new feelings gushed over her. I would give her some time to digest it all. She would call, I had a feeling.
“Okay.” I said as the bus came. “Bye.”
“Bye, Matt.” she said and smiled. Her eyes lingered on me as she boarded the bus.
…
When I got home I had the worst blueballs. I’d only spent just over an hour with Rose, yet in that time I might have had gotten actual feelings for her. Of course, there’s no way you could really fall in love with someone in an hour. But I felt that I definitely had a crush on her. How sweet, I thought, a crush at my age. How selfish it had been of me, though. I might have actually changed her sexuality, solely for my own benefit. And yet, I didn’t regret it. I had been given a gift. I wanted to make the most of it.
I was lying on the sofa in the living room. Mom was in the basement, doing the laundry, Jordan was in her room – I could feel her upstairs – and I still had the copy of Kill! in the pocket of my new jacket. I mused the idea of having her relieve me when I heard footsteps down the stairs, and then heard a soft little voice.
“Hey, Matt. Where you been?” it was Hannah, scantily clad in a purple top and black short-shorts. Her dancing practice outfit.
“I went shopping with a friend.”
“Shopping? Who are you and have you done with my big brother?” she laughed in her very own oink-like laugh. It was cute, in its own way.
Hannah was just eighteen, but she had a well developed body. Her breasts weren’t large, but neither had Jordan’s been at that age. Come spring her chest would probably double in size, and by this time next year they’d probably be the same size as Rose; a pair of lovely C-cups. Hannah’s big draw was her legs, hips and her butt, though.
Again, her hips weren’t quite in the same league as Rose’s, but for a eighteen-year-old girl this was bordering on some Nicki Minaj-type stuff, let me tell you. Face-wise she was very like my mom, only twenty-three years younger, with a cute little nose and slightly pointy. She had very dark eyebrows for her blond hair, which was much lighter than Jordan’s. Her lips were thin but cutely open at the center to minutely show a tiny piece of her front teeth. She also had the clearest blue eyes. Bombardier’s eyes, as Stephen King would have described them.
“So, what now?” she asked.
“Now? I don’t know, what time is it?”
“Four.”
“Only? Well I’m beat. I’m going to take a nap in my room.”
Then came a knock on the door. I immediately felt who it was.
“I’ll get it!” Hannah called.
She skidooed towards the door and opened it.
“Oh, hi Denise!” she said. “JORDAN, IT’S FOR-”
“Actually, I’m not looking for Jordan. Hi, by the way.”
“You’re not here to see Jordan? Then who are y-”
“Hi Matt!” she yelled down the hallway and waved. Then, forgetting herself, she tried to act reserved. “Um, when I was here the other day, about the power outage…”
“Yeah, they fixed it over at your house too, right?” I said as I walked toward the hallway. Just a meter from where Hannah stood, just two days ago, Denise had been on her knees sucking my cock.
“Yeah, it’s fixed.” she laughed nervously, as Hannah stood between us with a perplexed expression on her face. “But I sort of lost my keys. And I think I might have dropped them… here.” she looked at me intently, trying to hide her intention from Hannah.
“Oh.” I said. “Oh, right. Right. Yeah, I found them after you came by. Sorry, I forgot all about it. They’re up in my room.”
“Should I come and get them?” she asked, anticipation in her voice.
“Sure, come on in.”
She kicked her shoes off her feet and raced past Hannah, leaving her either suspicious or just dumbstruck. We went upstairs to my room. I hoped Jordan wouldn’t choose this particular time to come out of her room. The very second we were in my room Denise shut the door and fell into my arms, kissing passionately and with longing in her lips and tongue.
“Oh god, Matt, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you this whole weekend.” she said in between kisses. I instinctively grabbed her hips, and slowly moved to her athletically fit ass. I struggled to remember what exactly I had sent into her mind that time. I had just been horny, I don’t think I ever put in a command put in words.
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