Lisa
The whole place was filled with red roses when I got home from work that the living room looked like a studio where they shoot love scenes; just like in the movies where the leading man would make love to his leading lady and end up in the bed curled in each others arms. The place was almost perfect for a romantic film.
I closed the door and delicately searched the warm place with my eyes. I walked further and had the intentions of picking up a rose and placing it near my nose to scent the wonderful aroma it gives. Like what I've said, everything was near perfection. As I reach for a rose laying on the wooden end table, I heard infuriating sound coming out of nowhere. My eyes slowly opened and the picture of a romantic night was gone and was quickly replaced by a blurry image and deafening surrounding.
I was back.
I sat down, wiped my closed eye with my hand then stretched my arms up. "Hmmmnn," I moaned and was definitely sure that it sounded like a man's voice. Very seductive, I thought to myself.
The grating sound faded away. "Good morning," Was that right? Did I just hear my own voice? My eyes swiftly opened and they landed on a woman busily cleaning up the floor. Her slender back was facing me. She was wearing a pink sexy tank top and eight to ten inches jean short. My eyes almost popped out and came out of its socket when I noticed that I could see the curviness of her buttocks –my buttocks.
For a second there, I watched her as she sways those round and soft sex. Wearing something like that had never crossed my mind –ever. But it seems like they feet me well –Or maybe I just think they do. "What do you think you're doing?" With an ostrich feather duster on hand, the woman's slim body slightly turned around then she said, "Cleaning." She answered shortly then went back to what she was doing. "Yes it's quite obvious that you're cleaning. But do you actually have to wear something like –" I paused for a second so I could properly look at what she's wearing. "That?" My brows were lifted.
She turned around again then gave me a look. "Oh, this?" She rolled her eyes and put the duster on top of the fireplace without turning her back on me. "Looks good on me huh?" She said softly as if she intended them to be as soft as they could possibly be. "Jackson, are you seducing me?" I asked. My mouth dropped open when I noticed her hands were touching her breasts –my breasts.
"Hm," I wasn't sure if the moan came from my mouth or hers, but what I do know is that I could feel something lifting up. I looked down and my eyes landed on my pajama pants. Oh shit! I've never felt something like this before. I could feel my new sex feeling the smoothness of my pajama as it lifts more by itself. This can't be happening. Her beautiful young body made her new sex's erection even worse. The feeling was frankly odd, but odd in a good way--- I think.
I gulped.
No, Lisa. No. Do not be seduced by Jackson. He's using your own body against you. Yes, that's right. But what is this feeling, really? I couldn't understand what's happening to me. I've never been seduced nor looked at any woman's body that way before. Is it because I'm a man now?
No!
"Hey! No touching!" I stood up and slapped her hands away.
"Hey! What was that for?" She exclaimed.
"We had a deal, remember? No touching whi—" Jackson always has a way of cutting me off.
"Yes I remember, but I am sure you've touched mine too." She said glaring at me.
"Pardon me? Why would I even waste my time touching this ---" I looked down and noticed that my sex has already calmed down. "this thing!"
She looked down for a second then lifted her head up again. "Oh don't act like you're such a clean person, Lisa." Jackson said.
"What?!" Before I knew it, we were already fighting.
"Oh come on, come on, Lisa. I'm sure you've fantasized about my body… didn't ya?" She was provoking me.
"Are you serious? Ha!" I gave out a fake laugh then continued. "You know what, mister? Cocks are the most terrifying part you'll every find in a —" My mouth dropped wide apart when I saw dad standing next to the open door.
"What's going on here?" He stood still and was giving us the 'answer me now' look.
"Uh," I took a deep breath then tried to collect myself. But how could I collect myself if I'm actually not myself?
"Why are you guys talking about men's manhood?" He was confused.
I looked at Jackson and was expecting he could think of an answer –anything. But there was nothing….
I looked back the man standing next to the door and started to think of an excuse. "Well," I broke the silence. "You see Da—I mean… Mr. Joe… I uhm…" I gulped again. "I ---" Quite frankly, I didn't know what I should say… or if I should even say anything. Good thing Jackson's good at cutting me off.
"He's a—" She paused then curled her lips. "He's preparing for his… speech." She said. "Yeah that's right." I looked at her and saw he was looking at dad, "Isn't it?" She looked at me and then I felt dad's stares.
"Yes. –That's ….perfectly right." Dad slightly opened his mouth and gave out an 'Oh' sound.
"I see…" He shook his head. "Well then. Just continue your speech about--- what was it about again?" He looked at me. On the corner of my eyes I could see Jackson staring at me. I knew he wanted me to look at him and tell me to just say something, but my neck wouldn't move.
"Speech about –body parts." I paused. I wasn't sure if I said the right thing. "Human body parts." I added.
"I see." Dad paused to look at Jackson who he sees as his daughter –me.
"You guys just continue what you're doing. I'm on my way to the grocery store. Do you guys happen to want something?"
Jackson and I looked at each other. I can't be alone with this guy. He's nuts. But leaving him would do me any good? No. I can't leave him alone. What if he tries to— No no no! You can't stand a chance, Jackson.
"Uhm, no." I answered then stared at Jackson. "Right, Lisa?"
Jackson nodded then I heard Dad saying that he'll be back before lunch and telling me—no, Jackson to prepare lunch. We both nodded then dad took his black coat hanged on the wall.
When he left, I looked at Jackson who has just started to clean the painting with a duster. "I hope you don't intend on wearing that the whole day." I said.
Jackson turned around and said, "Why not? I look gorgeous in this dress."
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Author's note: Don't forget to leave your comments. Thank you for reading. By the way, should I continue or not? I just want to know... that's all.
