A different point of view - del 48 |
Kap 48
Izumi:
I could not think right this time, my mind was dizzy and all I wanted to do was sleep.
However, the problem of not being able to sleep is this…
“Hoho, Irma! Izumi is right, yours is sooo soggy!” Airi said.
“Shut Up!” Irma said back, giggling.
“Shut the hell up both of you!” I yelled.
I had my face covered underneath the pillow, but somehow their annoying giggling sound came through it. And all of a sudden, I could feel legs touching my own legs.
“You are reaaalllyyyy hot!” Airi said.
“No really?” I replied.
Then I could not take it anymore, I sat up and to my surprise. Irma was right in front of me, her face was a few inches away from mine.
I could only stare into her eyes. She had beautiful green eyes that clashed so beautifully with her long red hair, I noted.
I frowned at that, How the hell can I be thinking like that?
So I lid myself down again, trying to get that image out of my head. Then again, she had to follow me. She looked over me, and some of her hair strands fell on the side, on my cheek.
I could then catch a smell of strawberries mixed with grapes.
“Are you ok?” Irma asked, tilting her head on the side, she had a confused look on her face.
I put my arm above my eyes to block her beautiful face away from my sight.
She has bewitched me with her…hell I do not know I thought.
“Get out of here” I could only say.
Then I could feel someone’s palm resting on my forehead, I put my elbow down and glanced up at Airi.
“Airi what the hell?” I asked
“Have you taken your medicine?” She asked
“No”
“Have you bought your medicine?”
“Right there” I struggled to hold up my arm to point where it was laid.
“Right, have you eaten?”
“Lost my appetite right after tasting that hideous …thing”
“It’s not a thing! It’s a food!” Irma corrected
“It’s called a food when it’s made properly. That was garbage”
She frowned and looked away.
Airi laughed for a minute, “Right, I’ll make porridge for you”
Before I could stop her, she was on her way down, “Irma you stay up there!” She screamed.
Irma then sat next to me and I could feel someone glaring at me.
“What?” I demanded
“It was quite in school without you,” She said.
I opened my eyes then and look right at her. It was not her face that I saw. She was sitting the way that her skirt had fallen up and it allowed you to see a glint of her under wear.
My eyes were rather stuck there, and I couldn’t think of anything. Until someone hit me on the head and the whole world was spinning until it sat still.
“Listen to what I say!” She said.
Then again, my eyes were falling down to that glint and I had to stop it before it could get worst. Therefore, I took half of my blanket and put it on top of her legs.
“Don’t ask,” I said, before she would wonder why I did that.
“And don’t hit sick peoples,” I told her.
It was annoying having the whole world to spin, and not being able to think.
I sighed, how long was Airi supposed to make that porridge?
Then Irma had stood up for a second, I looked at her wondering why
“I…Ill go check on Airi,” She said.
She went the other way instead, towards the toilet. So I stood up having the blanket around me, and was about to stop her until the whole world spun and I lost my balance and fell on her instead of stopping her.
My eyes were closed for a moment, until I could feel the hard floor hit my head. And I could feel a weight on top of my body.
I struggled to open my eyes, and when I did, I could see her face much clearly.
She had sat herself up, but on me instead, when she saw I was conscious, she bent herself down, enough to see if I were dead or not.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
Damnit I’m not ok, what the hell do you think? …Beautiful.
“Yeah, sort of…” I could only say.
But my eyes were only stuck on her, she really looked extra pretty the more you get close to her, and my mind had failed my eyes and me too.
I looked straight down, where there was an opening; her shirt was half-open. This allowed seeing a bit of her beasts.
She had a laced black bra with a bit of pink. And her breast looked quite big, as if she didn’t chose the right size of her bra. Her breast looked warm and big, and soft.
I bit my lips, curing myself.
Then I looked at her lips, and it seemed very soft.
If only I could…I thought.
I was about to bend myself until my right foot slipped on a carpet and I fell on my head again.
“Crap, idiot ass rug”
Irma laughed, “Rug?”
I looked at her, “What?”
“Your English is sooooo old fashioned!” She exclaimed, and laughed.
Well that might be because I’ve lived for over a decade, I thought sarcastically
I frowned, then I could feel arms around my head, “What?” I tried to comprehend what she was doing.
“Just trying to lift you up,” She said.
“I can lift myself up” I said, I gripped on her as a walking stick, to be able to stand up.
Instead, my hands went accidently for her breast. First, my brain wouldn’t believe it, so I accidently touched more and would feel something soft and big on my hands.
Then the brain rather accepted what my hands felt and I understood what I just did.
My eyes widened
Shit I thought.
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| Kommentarer - (Snittbetyg: 5) | blackgirl - 22 apr 10 - 15:59- Betyg:  | damnit!!! gahahahahahahaha xD
stackarn har det inte lätt men han kan väl i alla fall acca att han är kär...
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