This choice: Charlotte(Tora's friend) answers the door... • Go Back...Chapter #3Charlotte answers the door... by: batman1   Ding Dong!
The electronic sound of Tora’s brass doorbell continued to sound throughout the building, no doubt alerting all of the tenants in her building to you by now.
Pressing against the button one last time with your index finger, you shuffled your feet together anxiously as you cupped your ear against the door-frame.
Hearing nothing, you finally sighed with the knowledge that she had once again played you for an idiot, just like old times.
Whipping out your smartphone, you almost smirked dismissively at her ominous text message that had nearly soiled your pants at work.
I know your secret. Wish I had known before. Would've made things a lot easier for us.
Slipping your phone back in your back pocket, you remembered the agonizing ride home from work. Contemplating anything and everything that Tora might’ve found out about you post-breakup. Anything from that time you went in the girl’s locker room for some….added motivation for the basketball game back in junior year to some of the online porn you had downloaded on her old school laptop. Then you thought maybe she discovered the secret.
But now, it’s almost painstakingly obvious that this was yet another one of her vindictive schemes to get back at you. And like the dumbass you are, you bought it. Sending you some ominous message at work, you thinking that maybe she had found out about your foot fetish, then as icing on the cake making you show up to her apartment just to look stupid when no one answers the door.
Typical Tora. Well, she was a bitch back when you were dating her and she’s an even bigger one now. Soon as you get back in the car, you’re going to send her a long and much overdue message kindly telling her to fu-
“Hold on, I’m coming!”
A female voice from inside finally grabbed your attention just as you were about to turn around and go back toward your car. The voice was followed by some faint footsteps growing louder each second. As they grew nearer and an almost slapping sound accompanied every footstep, you took a deep breath as the footsteps finally ceased and you could feel the person’s gaze scrutinizing at you from behind the peephole opening.
Then, the door opened just as you were about to tear into her with everything that you’ve ever held back from saying to your ex-girlfriend. Years in the making, really.
The first thing you were about to say upon seeing Tora would’ve been “Well took you long enough” but within seconds it changed to “Wait, did you dye your hair?”
Then, you took a double take and realized who you were really looking at.
Charlotte.
Sandy brown hair. Real athletic, slender build. Long legs. Even cuter pair of feet. Yep, it’s all coming back now.
“Ross! It’s been like, forever man! So good to see you again!”
Her uncharacteristically welcoming greeting was followed by her nearly bear hugging you into submission with a wide embrace.
“Yeah...great to see you too Charlotte,” you gasped, with her toned arms still wrapped around your torso.
“Btw, I think you’re….crushing my..ugh...sternum…”
“Oh right. Sorry.” Stepping back a few inches, she brushed a few stray strands of her brown hair away before leaning against the door.
“Forgot how fragile you used to be, Ross,” she jeered playfully, jabbing you on the arm before leaning against the door-frame.
After you took a moment or two to reorient yourself, you finally got a good look at her and suffice to see, she had somehow eclipsed your adolescent fantasies of her.
Back in high school, she was the captain of the softball team, and a co-captain in the local gym’s swim team. She had the kind of tenacity and drive that made her a star athlete on any team not to mention being top of the class academics-wise. She was the total package, which is probably why Tora hung out with her so much.
She graduated with a full athletic scholarship to some big name state university last you heard, but looking at her now you were starting to remember why you wish you had asked her out first before Tora.
Her brown hair was still shoulder-length, now bound into a ponytail. Devoid of any makeup, her facial features were naturally sharp and shapely, giving her more of a casual “girl-next-door” look as opposed to Tora’s supermodel perfect looks.
Neck down, she maintained the same hourglass figure with curves all in the right places. Her legs were slender and toned, with her calves being naturally muscular. Her smooth, tanned Caucasian skin was flawless, all the way down to her dainty feet.
It was only when you noticed a few beads of sweat running down her temple that you realized she had just finished a workout session, but from her confident posture leaning against the door-frame you would’ve never guessed otherwise. She wore a tight fitting workout T-Shirt that was slightly damp from physical activity, as well as some khaki shorts that clung to her curvaceous waist and refused to let go.
In a matter of nanoseconds, your eyes easily took in every curve, every inch of her slim form but the true treat laid on the doormat. Wearing a pair of used black flip flops, Charlotte’s bare feet were absolutely stunning.
Guessing them to be around a size 6, her toes were perfectly graduated from her pinky all the way to her big toe, each one not too stubby but also not too long to resemble fingers. Her arches were were smooth and stretched slender while her heels were round and prominent. Her toes were painted a fresh dark red, freshly pedicured judging by their shine. Just looking at the plastic Y-strap that fitted comfortably between her big and toe, you were already having thoughts that you shouldn’t considering your current relationship status.
Then again, that sentence also epitomizes just how shamelessly you’ve been checking out Charlotte.
“Again, I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer the door. Pilates, you know…”
Finally returning your attention back to her after tuning her out for a few seconds, you nodded as if in understanding.
“Nah, it’s all good. I understand. Pilates... yep,” you smiled, hoping that she bought the fact that you weren’t even paying attention.
“So what’s up? Tora went out to run some errands in case you were wondering. She should be back in about an hour or so, though.”
“Of course she did,” you thought to yourself, internally rolling your eyes at the fact that Tora has once again blown you off.
“Oh no, it’s just that uh...Tora texted me earlier about picking up some of my old stuff. But I can come back when she’s home," you told her.
“Well I just finished my workout, so you came right on time I’d say. Anika and May aren’t getting off work for another two or three hours, and you can just always chill here until Tora gets back,” she offered.
You glanced down on your digital watch:
“3:47. Shit.”
You had made plans for Lizzie to come over at your apartment and hang out, something that you’ve just now remembered now that Tora’s text is out of your mind. Today she gets off work early and would no doubt be expecting to see you by 4:30.
But you’re also talking to the same girl who in high school, was second only to Tora in making you nearly cream your pants when she passed by you in the hallway. For the first time in like ever, a super hot girl in short shorts and flip flops actually wants to talk to you about something non-computer related. When does that happen?
Then again, when do you get a girlfriend who’s faithful to you and does everything she can to please you?
“I hate my conscience sometimes,” you murmured to yourself, reluctantly coming to a decision that you know is the right thing to do.
“No, I wouldn’t want to bother you. Maybe another time?”
“Ross, come on! We haven’t talked in like, forever!” she protested, her lower lip starting to form the dreaded “puppy dog lips.”
You hesitated repeating your decision, if only to let your eyes briefly devour her slim features yet again. Especially her sexy bare feet with her painted toes wiggling slightly.
“I’ve got beers in the fridge, plus like 500 channels on TV. Shame if I have to hang out all by myself in this apartment,” she continued, fixing you with another childish pout.
“Yeah, I suppose that would be a shame...”
Your conscience and your hormones were playing mental tug-of-war with each other and you were the middle man. From a moral standpoint, Lizzie is your girlfriend and has always stood by you despite your moments of weakness, like now. You owe it to her to not be tempted by adolescent fantasies that have no chance of ever working out in reality. Plus, Lizzie’s always been faithful to you despite the (very obvious) fact that she is way out of your league. Why waver on your end of the relationship?
But from a purely sexual point of view, Charlotte is freakin’ hot as hell. Tora’s a 10 in all areas, but Charlotte’s a solid 9. Not to mention the fact that she just finished working out, and her body’s literally dripping with sweat. Like, when ever are you going to get an opportunity to talk to Charlotte one-on-one like this?
“Last chance, Ross. Beer isn’t going to drink itself, and I’m always down for some company after I take my shower,” she pressed on with a coy grin painted across her face.
Out of your periphery, you noticed her crossing her ankles while wiggling her right foot free of the plastic V-strap and raising her leg up behind her. For a split moment, you stole a glare at her bare sole, some angry-looking red blotches prominently displayed in her flesh. Just staring at her perfect arch flexing in mid-air was tempting enough, but maybe you could get a foot massage out of all this. Maybe more than that if you played your cards right.
“Not to mention my feet are killing me. Hurts just standing out here,” she said breaking your train of thought, a ghost of a smile briefly flickering across her face oblivious to you as you stared back at her with your mind made up.
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