Chapter 15

As he was told, he had reached her apartment with his heart jumping inside his chest.

He did not know what it was that she had bought for him, neither was he aware of the fact of her affection's dismissal.

Sitting on the couch, he was waiting for her to return from her bedroom, his eyes longing to see the gift in her hand.

It had been five minutes since she left him in the living room, unaware that his body had already begun to give in to her. Five minutes were way more for someone as pure as him.

His fingers were slipping from the tight tangle in between, his foot continuously thumping on the floor until his ears quickly stood up to the sound of her feet stepping out of her bedroom.

She walked out with a depth of grace and paused by the door of her bedroom, her eyes, clusters of sensuality, and a warm but questionable smile curling on her face.

His eyes had taken a pause to her features as if he was pushed into a land of dreams and desires. Both, getting true at the same time.

At that moment, his heart sunk into his chest. Different from before. He was somehow facing the life of a feature, the heaviness somewhat missing from his heart and shoulders.

As the connection of souls through the eyes started developing stronger, his body grew lighter. Then her feet joined in and began stepping towards him with serenity on each step.

His eyes did not wish to look away from hers, but could not help. Fluttering, as if he was seeing her in a new light, his eyes traveled down to her curvaceous body, quickly taking hold of a shopping bag.

As if the trance had been lifted from above him, he was shaken back into the world of the living, recalling that he still did not know what was her gift.

The shopping bag belonged to a store near the college, but he remembered that it was ordered by her friend. So, the product automatically became out of his prediction.

Yet he tried predicting, not realizing that his eyes were piercing through the bag.

She wasn't late to notice the bewilderment in his eyes, a playful smile curling her lips while her bare feet halted before him.

"Do you have another secret you want to tell me about?" Her calm tone pierced right through his mind, molding his haziness into attention.

Fluttering once again, his eyes fell back upon hers, noticing that she was standing so close to him, while his lips tried forming the words of his mind, astonished.

"Hmm?" Her eyebrow stood in question, her eyes making him agitated.

"N-no." He quickly stuttered, shaking his head, and in between, his eyes noticed her firm grasp on the bag, solid and powerful.

That was exactly how he felt her hands on him. That was exactly how she touched him. That was exactly how she held him, with the same strength and intensity.

The effect of the same intensity was coloring its demeanor on his face, but the realization was quick to halt the paintbrush of desire.

He gingerly shook his head, back to reality, and found her eyes gazing at him with darkness in them.

"I thought you could see through the bag." Her tone mocked the look in his eyes, prompting him to loosen up a bit and get more embarrassed as well.

How does one get embarrassed and calm at the same time?

One can assume it happens when someone can't understand how to react and is too affected by the situation.

Numb at the head but erected by the body, he watched her snicker at his situation and hand him the bag from her hands.

"Don't." She instantly halted his hasty hands, ready to jump into the bag and pull out the most anticipated clothing he would ever wear in his life.

"Go inside and change." She ordered and sat beside him, ignoring the look of astonishment on his face, bewildered yet aroused by her command.

Still contemplating her words, he wanted to ask her what was inside the bag. Instead, he quietly stood tall and began pacing into the bedroom, turning back to have one last glance at her face, not at all budged by the current situation.

She was relaxed on the couch, turning on the television as if she had not just ordered him to wear something he did not recognize.

"Why are you still here?" She questioned as her eyes noticed him looking at her with bewilderment, his hands quickly squeezing the bag by her command, which sent a jolt into his nerves.

"Go!" Harshness in her tone pushed him inside the bedroom and left him breathing heavily as he closed the door behind him, his ears burning and his body agitating.

What was happening? He wanted to understand, but could not.

A minute ago he was dying to know what was inside the bag, but when it was literally in his hands, his brain stopped working and uncertainty took its place.

What if it's something weird?

He had never been this scared to wear just clothes.

"Don't make me wait too long!" Another command echoed from the living room, pulling him back from inside his head, and prompting his hands to quicken to get the clothes out of the bag.

As he shoved his hand inside the bag, he could feel the soft material, which was way too small to be called clothes.

His eyebrows stood tall, his eyes fluttering, waiting for his quick hands to reveal the first piece of clothing. A bra!

A black bra that could not hide anything at all. Everything would be visible behind it.

Startled, he quickly threw it on the bed and hastened to pull out the second piece. A lacy panty of the same color as the bra.

With the same rushing emotions, he threw the panty on the bed as well, his mind rumbling inside.

How could he wear that? Why would she want him to wear that? It does not make any sense.

He was about to shout out a complaint when his mind stopped him and convinced him to try at least once. She had put a lot of effort into buying that. It would upset her if he just denied it without even trying.

And if it doesn't feel good, he'd remove it, right?

Still contemplating his decision again and again, he began removing his clothes, hesitantly staring at the two transparent pieces of clothing on the bed. If one can even call them clothes.

The Television outside was projecting in the loudest tone but her eyes were fixed on the door, her heart thumping inside her chest to see her imagination take a real form before her.

She had imagined him in lingerie many times, but it was the moment when she'd find out if he stood on her expectations or stumped them.

After waiting for about five minutes, which felt like years to her, her eyes found his naked feet, slowly exposing his body wrapped with just two transparent pieces she had bought.

Her eyes quickly numbed at the sight of his hands covering his length, his eyes lowered to the ground.

Her lips parted ways and were about to form an expression of astonishment when her hand helped her to cover the dis-stability in her mind. He looked as if you had wrapped innocence in the sluttiest clothing. A perfect cuisine, to be exact.

He was just standing before the door with his shrinking body, trying to hide himself, when her words made him find her eyes piercing through his skin.

Her eyes were displaying the desire she once worded with her lips, her tone, as if mesmerized. It made his skin tingle with jolts, and hide his skin even more.

The way she was looking at him was enough to make him cum if it went on for another minute.

"Don't just stand there. Come here." She whispered with mild cracks in her tone, raising her hand in the air for him to join her.

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