Damn, what a chick! She sure has some great tits on her.
I shamelessly admire the centrefold of one of Paul’s adult magazines. His room is lousy with them. He has them hidden under practically every surface. He’s quite antiquated like that.
I mean, seriously, dude. Porn is everywhere on the internet. You can’t go anywhere without accidentally getting exposed to it. Who buys the physical thing nowadays?
Although…
Flicking through page after page of topless, or just about topless women, I’m impressed. The quality is on a whole other level. Don’t get me wrong, amateur stuff is cool and all, but real, professional work has its own appeal too. It’s not the cheap, slop kind either that is everywhere on the net.
Still, I’d never pay for it. Call me cheap, or whatever, but that sounds like a waste of money to me.
Thanks to my friend’s magazines, I whittle the time away. In the background, he paces back and forth, muttering to himself. It’s been a few minutes since he said anything directly to me.
I don’t blame him. It’s a lot to take in. I could only imagine how I would fare in his place.
He’s been like this since I finished my story, and what a story it was. It’s understandably quite a lot to process. Even I didn’t quite fathom the degree to which until I said it all aloud.
Once done with this magazine, I slide it back into the hidden compartment under his bed. With nothing left to occupy me, I glance around the room, tapping my feet on the floor as I do so.
His room is a home away from home for me. I’m nearly as familiar with it as I am with my own bedroom. Why, I must have spent nearly as many waking hours here as I did in my own room.
The two of us have been inseparable ever since we were little kids. It helps that our parents were close friends even before we were born. Oh, and he lives right next door to us.
Then, of course, there’s the fact we’re basically kindred souls. I’ve never met anyone who’s more like me than him. Honestly, it can be kind of scary at times. I swear, sometimes I can think something, and look over to him. He doesn’t even need to say anything, and I know he’s thinking the same thing as me.
In a way, his room is a reflection of my own. While the furniture and specific posters vary, in spirit it’s all pretty much the same vibe. Anime, video games, and hot girls are a common trend.
Neither of us is particularly neat either. A pile of dirty laundry sits in one corner, spilling across the floor. The bed I sit on is unmade, the cover heaped unceremoniously atop it.
The only thing in his room kept in actual, good condition is his desk. More specifically, the computer space atop it. The machine itself is a relatively good one, only a little out of date. It’s still more than up to playing all the latest games without issue. That said, there’s all the usual signs of extended use. The fading of keys, and a fraying chair. That sort of stuff.
Idly glancing at his set-up reminds me of something that slipped my mind with everything going on. I had been so excited about it yesterday, too. My favourite streamer was going live again today after a week or so’s absence.
Apparently she had some sort of family emergency. I’m not sure what; she rightfully doesn’t share much of her personal life with her viewers. Still, she’s damn sexy and good at video games. Talk about a winning combo.
Although, that said, Paul isn’t as much of a fan as I am despite my attempts to get him to watch her. As similar as the two of us are, we still have our differences. Especially in regards to certain fetishes. Some of his are… well, let’s just say they amaze me that a guy can actually be into that.
“Let’s suppose that everything you say is true, and you’re not messing with me…” Paul finally speaks up once more.
No doubt he must have hundreds of questions. God knows, I do too. And so, he voices one of the many. “How exactly does it all work… this ‘effect’ you seem to have on people?” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“I don’t know.”
He frowns at my nonanswer. “Does it work on other people too, or just Bridget?”
Again, there’s little I give him to answer that, and I simply shrug.
Instead of being dismayed by this, he pauses his pacing. Taking a moment to think, finger tapping on his lips as he does so, he eventually says. “We need to test this out.”
“How? I’m open to ideas. I’ve had a few myself, but none that don’t involve a serious risk of humiliation or worse if I’m wrong.”
Again, he takes his time to think. Then, all of a sudden, his eyes light up, and he snaps his fingers. “I know! My Mum.”
I gasp. “WHAT! You want me to have sex with your Mum. I mean…”
Damn, I know we’re close, but I didn’t think we were that close. To think he’d be fine with something like that…
I hope he doesn’t want me to be a father figure in his life. For one, he already has a Dad, and second, I’m not ready to have a son, step or no.
Jokes aside, it quickly becomes apparent that’s not what he means.
“EW! Gross, man.” His face scrunches up in disgust, and he makes a gagging sound.
Yep, that makes more sense.
“No, nothing like that. Just go down and ask her to do something small. Not anything too extreme in case it goes wrong, but something Mum wouldn’t normally agree to. Like… I don’t know, show you her bra strap.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” I agree with his proposal.
It’s a better idea than what I came up with. That being, propositioning random women on the street and hoping not to get slapped or worse.
Seeing as how there’s little reason to draw this out, I stand up and leave the room without delay. Even as simple a task as this may seem, I’m still wracked by nerves as I descend the stairs.
While it might not be as extreme as asking Bridget to suck me off, it’s on a completely different scale. Paul’s mother has known me for much longer, literally my whole life. Hell, Bridget didn’t even know my name before this afternoon. If I screw this up, it’s going to be so fucking awkward whenever I come around here in the future. Worse, she would probably tell my mother about it.
Oh, God… That thought makes me cringe.
At least I’m not doing anything really risky. Yeah, I’m just going to ask her to show me her bra strap like Paul suggested, nothing more…
Then again, what if that’s not enough? What if for some strange reason, she’d be totally fine doing that anyway? It’s just a strap after all, and she’s actually a very kind, supportive woman. Maybe a little too much. I wouldn’t put it past her.
The conundrum placed before me sits at the forefront of my thoughts as I reach the bottom of the stairs. From there, I make my way into the kitchen and find the woman in question. She’s stood at the counter, back to the doorway, busy preparing tonight’s dinner for her family.
Unlike my own mother, Paul’s is around much more often. Not that I blame my own for that. She and my father both work hard to support the life they’ve afforded me. Paul’s family, however, are luckier in that respect. His father earns enough that she can be a stay-at-home mother. Read the latest chapters at novelping.com.
Still, if I’m being honest, I’m a little jealous about that. Not just for the obvious reasons, though. No, her cooking alone is enough to leave me envious. She’s clearly quite skilled and has had the time to truly hone her craft.
“Oh, hello Joseph.” She turns and greets me with a big, warm smile.
Even as she does so, her knife still chops away at the board without even needing to look at it. Now that’s truly impressive. There’s no way I could do that. Not without losing a finger or two in the process.
“Hey, Mary,” I greet her back with a friendly smile of my own.
That said, the tone I use coming from one so much younger than her might sound disrespectful to an outside observer. Not to mention the fact that I casually use her first name like it's no big deal. I’m sure there are many adults out there who would be offended by such things. She, however, is not one. It goes to show how close I am to her family that she insists I refer to her as such. She wouldn’t have it any other way. That’s not all such familiarity extends to either.
Without so much as a hint of hesitation, I make myself at home. Which is to say, I open the fridge and help myself to a can of soft drink.
She doesn’t bat an eye at my actions, and instead asks. “Are you planning to stay for dinner tonight?”
God, I’m tempted to say yes.
My stomach growls eagerly at the mere idea of her food. Unfortunately, I’ve already missed the start of my stream. And I’ve been so looking forward to watching it, too. After a week of missing out, I need my fix.
Sharing what happened today with Paul and a few rounds of experimenting like this might be worth it. I can, after all, probably catch the tail end of the show if I make it back quickly. That’s a different story, however, if I stay for dinner.
“Not tonight, but maybe on the weekend if that’s okay. Mum will be working late like usual, and Dad has another of his work trips.” I say, stepping closer and taking a peek at what she’s making as I do.
I’m not particularly handy in the kitchen, so I’m not exactly sure what it is. Some kind of casserole, if I had to take a guess. I bet it’d taste good nonetheless, even with all those vegetables. Her cooking always does.
“Of course that’s alright. You’re always welcome here, Joseph. And we’re only a door away if you change your mind.” She says, sliding an arm around me and giving me a quick, side hug.
“Hey, um…” I start. Now is a good a time as any. “I was wondering if you’d do me a favour…”
Now that it all feels so real, my nerves skyrocket. So much so that my hands shake, and given the fact I’m holding a can in them… Well, I might not want to open it any time soon. Or maybe I’ll give it to Paul to drink instead.
“Would you be willing to show me your bra strap?”
I flinch, realising I didn’t actually ask her to show it to me, but instead if she would be willing to. As close as they might seem, they’re not the same thing. Wording could be important, or so I worry for a brief moment.
How did I word my requests to Bridget? At the time, I didn’t even think about it.
Thankfully, my worries are quickly proven wrong. Mary doesn’t say yes or no. The woman simply pulls her shirt’s neckline to the side, revealing a white strap.