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05 Aralık 2021, 04:23
A Woman's CharmsRich is not all too happy about having to move back home. It will really be the first time, since summers in college, that he?s relied on his parents for food and shelter. His five years since graduation have been spent in the city, getting his MBA and then a stint at a software firm that recently tanked. So, unable to afford living in the city for more than a couple months without an income, he's moved back, living in his parent's place where they stay now only through the summer. They spend much of the year in their condo down south, and have recently left for the winter. He's been hanging out with his old high school friends, none of whom really ever got out of town. They're content with their little jobs: landscaping, waitering, one guy manages a shoe store.After he's been home a month or so, with no luck finding real work (and not much effort, to be truthful), he ends up going to a concert at the local civic center with a group of guys and a few hangers-on. His buddy Mark shows up with his k** sister Emily, who brought along a friend - Traci, he thinks her name is. He remembers the two girls from long ago, as k**s, even before he went away to college. He knows they had long been friends. They had always been so pesty, always wanting to hang around Mark and his gang. Rich always felt that this one, Traci, had once had a little crush on him growing up. He, of course, never gave either of them the time of day or a second thought. How young they once were. He can remember them at, what, seven or eight years old? Could they really be s*******n already? Man, time flies.He recalls being home over summer break one year, the two girls then in their p*****ns, playing with the ouija board at Mark's house. Asked about this, Mark replied that "Yeah, Em's new kick is trying spells and things. Witchcraft,"' he says with mock drama, "black magic...oooh! Scary! I think she's trying to put a curse on her English teacher for giving her a 'B', and she says she's going to turn me into a monkey. Funny, huh?""Yeah," Rich had replied, "don't they have better things to do?""I dunno...but you better watch out," Mark joked, "or her little friend will put a spell on you, make you her boyfriend...""Shut up, y'idiot."He remembers seeing Traci with Emily again, a few years later, at some town picnic he grudgingly agreed to go to with his parents. Though still a k**, she had started to develop coltish good looks and had begun to carry herself more like a young woman than a little girl. She was dressed in the latest teeny-bopper styles, definitely a good looking thirteen year old - in contrast to Emily, who on the other hand was still a little bookworm at that point, pudgy with baby fat.But nothing could have surprised him more than seeing the two of them today, at the concert. How they'd grown! Emily had sprouted, and thinned out, to a relatively attractive, long haired brunette. He knows, through Mark, that she is doing well in school, and she carries herself with confidence. He has to admit that Traci, however, is now downright hot. God, look at that body! Is that really little Traci? Blonde, probably five-six or so, she came to the concert dressed in a pair of tight, low-rider jeans and a white, clingy, button down blouse. Thin but curvy and ripe the way only a teenager can really be. And, though both girls are wearing make-up, Traci's is done expertly, accentuating her full lips, high cheekbones and big eyes. Though they came across as somewhat haughty at first to the group, as girls their age tend to do around those outside their usual cliques, Traci warms to Rich as soon as they recognize one another.By chance, they end up sitting next to each other at the show. Little Traci, he realizes, certainly isn't very little anymore. He spends as much time as possible surreptitiously looking at her breasts in profile, trying to gauge their size, astonished at her development since he last saw her. He studies the outline of her bra band through the material of her shirt. Man, she is built, he thinks, watching the heavy mass of breast stretch her white top under her arm. And that's a considerably significant bra. I can't believe she's a s*******n year old and has that much weight to support. He finds himself trying to imagine, standing there next to her, what color this bra is that she?s wearing, what kind of material it?s made of - white, he figures, white nylon with some spandex. And the rest of her, he marvels, is near ideal as well. Though he has never really liked the low-rider jean look on girls, this pair did hug a plump, heart-shaped bottom that is obviously perfect.Though Traci talks mostly to Mark's sister during the concert, he jokes around with her a little bit, trying to act funny and cool between stealing glances of her body. It is a guilty sort of kick for his ego, making this little hottie (who, if he was back in high school, wouldn't give him the time of day) giggle at his jokes. He feels pretty impressed with himself, actually. The concert, however, ends uneventfully, with Rich and his friends parting ways with the girls, who obviously can't go bar-hopping with them afterwards.The next week, sitting at a local dive bar, tossing darts with his friends, he hears through Mark that Traci has been asking about him. Is he home for long? (positive) Has he found a job yet? (negative) Does he have a girlfriend? (definitely negative) Mark, of course, proceeds to bust his stones over this, playing it all up as his little sister's friend's girlie crush back for its revenge. "Though," Mark admits, sipping his beer, "I have to say she's got a kickin' bod, for a k**. She came with Em and I to the beach once this summer and...man!""And what?" Rich asked, not wanting to look like he is probing, or interested in the least."Well, she was somethin'..." His friend, more serious now, continues, "You?re not, like, going to call her or anything, are you?" Did he hear a hint of jealousy in his Mark's tone?"Naw, no way," Rich replies quickly, throwing another dart, "I'm not a cradle robber." Still, the thought stays with him, and he spends much of the night thinking about her. He's never been too good with girls; a few relationships here and there - some serious, some not. But none, he admits to himself, with a girl that looked like Traci. To his chagrin he finds himself fantasizing, imagining her peeling off that clingy white top, imagining the two of them fooling around together. She seducing him with that hot little body. Jeez, that would be so cool. That's it, he decides as he lay in his bed, emboldened by the several beers he's had, I'm calling her tomorrow night.The next evening, sobered a bit and definitely less brave, he resolves rather to call over to Mark's house, knowing full well his friend will be out working. "Oh, hey Emily," good, his sister answered, "it's Rich. Mark home?""No, he's bartending tonight at Steak