tonysunkan:
Our two social circles did not intersect in the slightest, but every day I got to come home and hang out with you, and spending those few hours with you between the end of school and dinnertime was always the highlight of my day.”

Christy glanced around her room, a smile on her face as she reminisced about those days. “Yeah, we had fun back then.”

“You’d been my playmate since we were little. Building pillow forts out of the couch cushions,” I said with a small chuckle.

“Playing make-believe with our LEGOs,” she giggled. “Your pirates always wanted to attack my princess castles for some reason.”

“Just running around the backyard with nothing but our imaginations.”

“Teaching you to bake chocolate chip cookies.” Christy shook her head. “You never did catch on very well.”

“I always wanted to follow the measurements on the box precisely.”

“When a true baker knows how to tweak things a little to make it just right.”

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand. “There was nothing remotely hormonal or sexual about it, but I was in love with you back then. I wanted to spend every waking moment possible with you. I dreamed we’d fall in love and get married one day after we both grew up, the classic girl-next-door romance from the movies, you know? But then in ... eighth grade ... I think? You started crushing on Taylor Guazelli.”

“Who?”

“You seriously don’t remember Taylor Guazelli?”

I shook my head. “You didn’t care whether or not I was around – I was the invisible brother at that point. You whined and complained to Precious and your other little girlfriends about how he walked past you in the hallway and didn’t even look at you. You thought you were gonna die.

"You described in great detail how he was such a hunk, defining qualities that did not resemble me in the slightest. and I convinced myself then and there that I would never get to be with you. Precious even said one time that I was getting pretty cute, but you dismissed her comment immediately saying that -I- was like a brother to you.”

Christy frowned and gave me a strange look. I had paused, so she led me with a somewhat impatient, “And then what?”

I wasn’t a hundred percent sure myself, but I thought back to the way I’d felt back then, thought really HARD and tried to will myself to bring such old memories back into clarity.

I don’t know if I succeeded or if I was just drawing new conclusions from old data, but after a few more seconds of trying to make the puzzle fit in my brain, I said, “I think ... I think ... I think that’s when I decided I could never consider you as a potential partner because you were like a sister to me.

Rather than let myself be hurt by rejection, I just ... categorized you as out of bounds. It was easier to believe than continue to hope you’d eventually see me as man but be perpetually disappointed.”

tonysunkan:
Flaunt your enthralling body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks.

I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?

The “Nobody dates Michael” rule was still in effect, but beyond that the girls also used The Rule as a sort of moving target of limitations on their physical activities with me. Girls liked to sit in my lap grinding themselves against my bulge (but I always had my shorts or trunks on).

I’d got flashed quite a few times (look, but don’t touch). and I very much enjoyed the rare occasions when one of them let me hold her very nice breasts in my hands (strictly outside of her clothing). None of them had crossed the line of putting bare skin on someone’s private parts, although we’d got pretty close.

The most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen was the first to arrive. Maryam came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill with a peck on the cheek. It was too early to actually start making dinner, but I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels.

She carried a gym bag containing her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes later she emerged back outside, a brilliant smile on her face.

There was one particular lounge chair which was known by all as “Michael’s Chair”. It was shielded from the afternoon sun but more importantly, I’d specifically angled it to have a good view of both the pool and the sliding door.

When Maryam went inside to change, I quickly popped open a beer and settled onto the lounger in eager anticipation of her return. and when the sound of Maryam sliding the patio door open reached my ears, I was quick to set down my beer and turn my attention in that direction.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too. Maryam wore a cobalt bright bikini that really accentuated the color of her red hair and pale skin.

She was a fairly tall girl at 5’8”, second in height only to Anna’s model-esque 5’10”, while the rest of the girls spread across the average height range except for Christy’s petite 5’1”.

Maryam’s 34DD tits were firm and fantastic, held up and squished together for my viewing pleasure by the halter-top that actually covered up the majority of her skin but was sheer enough to make the dents of her nipples quite obvious.

The bottoms weren’t quite a thong in the back, but pretty damn close, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect peach of an ass. Overall, it was very easy for me to imagine exactly what the gorgeous teen hottielooked like naked, and I had imagined her naked quite a few times over the last several months.

Maryam’s bright eyes shone as she sashayed across the patio and over to my chair. and with an impish giggle, she settled herself sideways in my lap while wrapping both arms around the back of my neck.

“I’m so glad I got here first,” she said in that delightful Ghanaian lilt. It had taken a couple of months to get used to her accent, but by now I could understand pretty much everything she said as if it were completely exotic..

She continued, giggling, “It’s not often I get to have you to myself.”

“Likewise,” I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek.

My right arm straightened her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric dark eyes boring into mine from only inches away.

She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

“See something you like?” she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

“I see two things I like,” I replied before smiling broadly. “Your eyes are enthralling. I’ve always been a sucker for dark eyes.”

Maryam’s brilliant dark eyes narrowed slightly. “that’s because Christy has eyes ... and tinted hair.”

I thought about that for a moment. “True, but they’re different shades. Your hair is a lot more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color.”

“Is that a Ghanaian expression?”

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. “not intentionally so. and just because Christy has dark eyes doesn’t make me appreciate yours any less.”

“Perhaps. But I still think it’s these you’re trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you.” and with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.





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