Since Kevin had been taking such good care of my younger brother, she happily agreed to go.
As for me, I was out playing basketball with my friends, so caught up in the game that I once again forgot to answer her call.
When I finally got home, I was met with a furious scolding.
This time, her anger felt sharper than ever.
Her face was pale with rage, her chest heaving.
She pointed a trembling finger at me, her voice cold and harsh.
She said I cared only about basketball and my friends, that I didn’t take my studies seriously, and that I clearly didn’t respect her.
She said I was becoming more and more reckless, more and more indifferent to her feelings.
I stood there, head down, listening in silence.
I felt guilty I had been careless.
But I also felt confused.
Why was she so angry this time?
Later, I found out the truth.
After the party, when she tried to call a driver, I didn’t answer again.
She didn’t want to trouble Kevin, and more importantly, she was afraid of repeating the awkwardness of that first night when he’d picked her up.
So she decided to call a ride on her own.
But the driver who came was an old pervert.
He made lewd comments during the drive, even tried to touch her.
Nothing serious happened, but she was terrified and shaken.
She never thought something like that could happen to her.
What she didn’t realize was that her appearance so dazzling, so seductive was practically an invitation to every man with bad intentions.
… Another Saturday.
Another girls’ night.
This time, she drank even more.
Dizzy and unsteady, she didn’t even bother calling me.
She knew I wouldn’t answer.
Instead, she called Kevin.
The phone rang.
Kevin glanced at the screen and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
This is it, he thought.
My chance has come.
He grabbed my brother and rushed to the hotel where Mom and her friends were.
Before he even stepped inside, his eyes locked onto her the most radiant figure in the room.
His gaze was magnetized, drawn straight to her feet slender, elegant, encased in silver stilettos.
The heels were thin and sharp, lifting her into a posture of effortless grace.
Every step she took was a silent provocation.
She had dressed carefully tonight.
Her beauty was intoxicating.
Her face, lightly made up, glowed with a soft, dangerous charm.
Her eyebrows arched like distant mountains.
Her eyes sparkled with warmth and mischief.
Her lips, full and red, glistened under the dim lights.
Small pearl earrings dangled from her ears, swaying with every movement.
Her long black hair was loosely tied up, a few strands escaping to brush against her cheek, adding to her allure.
She wore a tight black silk top, cut low to reveal a smooth expanse of skin and delicate collarbones.
The fabric clung tightly to her full breasts, pressing them together so they nearly spilled out.
Kevin couldn’t help but stare for a second, watching the silk ripple with her breath, imagining what lay beneath.
Her waist was narrow, sharply defined, creating a perfect S-curve with her hips.
Below, a tight gray pencil skirt hugged her round, high buttocks, the fabric stretching taut with every step.
Her legs, wrapped in sheer nude stockings, were long and smooth.
The thin nylon shimmered faintly, outlining every curve.
When she walked, the hem of her skirt rose slightly, revealing the soft skin where her thigh met the top of her stocking, driving Kevin wild.
He breathed in the faint scent of her perfume floral, warm, intoxicating.
Every movement she made, every sway of her hips, every tilt of her head sent a jolt through him.
She was elegance, sensuality, womanhood, all wrapped in one.
My brother spotted her and squealed, “Mama!
Hug me!” Mom turned, her face instantly softening.
She bent down and lifted him into her arms, hugging him close.
His little face pressed into her chest, giggling.
His small hands tugged at the fabric of her tight top, wrinkling it over her full breasts.
She held him close, then turned toward the car parked outside.
Every motion was graceful.
The tight skirt hugged her plump, round backside, which swayed gently with each step.
Her stockinged legs moved in perfect rhythm, the thin heels clicking against the pavement.
She climbed into the back seat, then leaned back, letting her body sink into the seat.
Her soft, plump buttocks spread slightly under the fabric, forming a tempting shape.
Her legs, still in stockings, closed together neatly, yet the tight space made them look even more sensual.
She adjusted her position, shifting slightly to get comfortable.
The movement pushed her chest forward, making her full breasts press even harder against the tight silk.
The outline of her nipples was faintly visible through the fabric.
Kevin opened the driver’s door and slid in.
He started the car and pulled smoothly onto the road.