"It sounds like fun," I say earnestly, "but I'm a bit unsure. I have to think about it. Give me some time."
"Oh, alright." Mel replies weakly, her face crestfallen. "I really didn't think you would say yes. I guess I'm not that good a 'girlfriend' to be with. No wonder I don't have a ..."
"No, no. It's not that." I interrupt her. "You're attractive, you're smart, and all that. But I have to ask my girlfriend first. You've probably forgotten I have a girlfriend."
"Ahh, Sorry. I didn't mean to 'steal' you away," she says in a relieved tone.
"Well then, I'll let you know what she says the soonest."
"You know where to find me, right? If I'm not here, I'm in my apartment."
"Ok," I say, as I take out up my cellphone and call my girlfriend. After explaining Mel's predicament and obtaining my girlfriend's consent, I excitedly turn to Mel to tell her the good news. All I see is the empty chair, though. I quickly stand up and look around, but I don't see her in the room. I then hurry towards the exit, still hoping to catch her, since she doesn't have a car. Still no Mel.
"Where could she be?" I wonder. "Most likely, she's in her apartment," I conclude, as I head towards my car.
Upon reaching her apartment, I rush up the steps and pound on the door. "Just a minute," I hear a feminine voice reply, which doesn't sound like Mel's. The few seconds of waiting for the door to open seemed like hours.
The door opens, revealing blond hair that's haphazardly wrapped in a towel, blue eyes that appear not to have enough sleep, thick pouty lips with no lipstick on, slightly muscled arms, a nurse's white uniform that barely hid a shapely 5'9" frame, and bare feet.
I momentarily forget what to say when she asks, "Yes?"
"Errr.... Mmm... Melanie Sanders?" I say, slightly stammering.
"Ahh, yes. That's my roommate, but she's not home yet," she says as she unwraps the towel on her head. "Oh, I'm Cindy. Won't you come in?"
"I'm ," I say, as I hesitantly step into the apartment, wondering whether I should stay and wait for Mel or go back to the office. Cindy is now putting on her white stockings and isn't a bit bothered that I am seated right in front of her. It appears that she didn't have any panties on.
"Oh! So you're in the same office. Did Mel get to tell you about her little problem?" she asks, while delicately applying lipstick. "I'm on the night shift, so I'm in a bit of a hurry."
"Yes, that's why I'm here," I reply as I look outside, noting that it is already darker than when I came in. I turn back and glanced at Cindy. She was facing the mirror, still busy with her hair. The smooth texture of her uniform against her ass indicates no panty lines, confirming my earlier suspicions.
"You could stay and wait for her if you wanted to," Cindy suggests. "Or you could come back in an hour. She usually goes some place to watch the sunset." |