Mike flicked on the television and began flipping around. Not finding anthying really interesting on he just left on some music channel and reclinded on the couch. A Shakira video popped on, she had been Mike's recent celebrity fantasy chick. Just then Lauren came down stairs in a tight blue t-shirt and jeans, her hair was still wet from the shower.
"Hey I love this song. She's pretty hot would't you say Mike?" "Uh, yeah sure." "You look nervous what's wrong?" "Nothing nothing." "Good cause, well Dr. I'm having a really bad stomach ache I was wondering if you could check me out." Lauren shut the tv off and layed down in front of him. "It hurts right here," she said as she lifted up her shirt to the bottom of her breasts, exposing her toned stomach. "Huh?" "Man your clueless, give me your hand Mike."
Lauren took Mike's hand and brought it up her short to her right breast, it was easy to see she wasn't wearing a bra. Mike played with her breast a little, it was the first time he touched one. He was fastinated with how soft it felt. "Mike, kiss me you moron!!" Mike leaned forward and felt Lauren's tounge slide into his mouth. She stopped for a moment and whispered in his ear, "Your getting me so wet right now Dr. I led you this far but your on your own from hear." |