Chapter #4On her way home. by: imphic   "Naked? Me? Does that sound like something I'd do?" Isabel added a dry laugh over the phone. Her pretty young roomie, Yui, had come across some of the pictures (or perhaps even videos) of Isabel in one of her past ENF situations. Isabel wondered which time it was from; she also wondered if she would ever not feel humiliated when someone brought it up.
"Well, it's Friday and a few hotish guys will be coming over tonight," Yui reminded her as she took silent inventory of the alcoholic drinks they had available. I'll have to cut lemons she thought as she glanced at the clock. "And two of the guys have also seen the pictures, and they moved from maybe to definitely attending when they found out you live here."
"So, you're bringing stalkers into our home," Isabel said as she frowned up at the sky. Dark clouds were rolling in; she recalled the forecast being heavy rain by mid-evening.
Isabel picked up her pace. It had been a hotter and more humid day than she expected, so her clothes embraced her smooth skin as close as any lover. Having absentmindedly put on the juicy couture sweatpants her sister had gotten as a joke had yielded her many appreciative looks, a couple of lewd comments, one pinch on her right cheek, and a pat on the left one when she had passed a group of stereotypical frat boys. Her top was a tight, white "Good grammar is sexy" shirt, which she really didn't want to get wet.
"From what I gather there good enough as college guys go. The worse they'll do is screw our brains out and then brag about it." Yui put some whip cream, fruit, and energy drinks in a cooler. "Umm... Isabel. Do you think you'll get home before it starts pouring," she asked while pouring potato chips into a bowl.
"No," Isabel said as it started to sprinkle. She had a good five blocks to go still and wished she hadn't chosen to wear wedge sandals just because the color matched. Suddenly, an athletically-built young man pulled beside Isabel on a motorcycle.
"Isabel? Is that you?" He asked and put up the visor to his helmet to reveal it was Michael. He was a handsome, funny guy Isabel had liked but who had been dating someone else.
"Yea, Mike. Nice to see you." Isabel said, and tried to resist a frown as the sprinkling became harder and it was starting to look like she had entered a wet t-shirt contest. Her sweatpants were also becoming translucent, and she knew that Mike could now see her white g-string thong and push up bra.
"Even nicer to see you," he said, and Isabel blushed. "Do you need a ride to somewhere nearby? I'd help, but the rules of the road say 'No One Rides for Free.'" Mike had a broad grin on his face and might have been joking. Since it was Mike, Isabel wouldn't have minded writing a check to him in her ass, though she was reluctant to tell him that.
Isabel smiled as she thought about a bounce pun. The rain made t shirt and sweatpants wetter as she gave her answer.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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