„So… this is your house… it looks pretty… uhm… Old." She said, still looking around. And it was true; that house was old. Since my parents' death, I wasn't able to keep it up all by myself. I have a laptop, a bed, a desk and shelves with mostly papers or books that no one touched in ages.
„Yeah, I don't get paid enough to keep it up." I informed her, brushing some dust from the door leading to my room.
Then, a lightning. Before I realized it, she was hugging my arm like her life depended on it.
„Are you scared of storms?" I asked, petting her head softly.
„Uhhh… Yeah…" she answered with a slight blush of embarrassment on her face. I chuckled as another lightning struck and her grip tightened. I led her inside my room and let her sit on my bed.
„'Ya hungry? Thirsty?" I asked her, to which she looked into my eyes and nodded.
„Sooo…. Hungry or thirsty?" I asked her again, not sure what the answer meant.
„Uhhh… just thirsty." She answered and I went into the kitchen.
„Tea, coffee, or water?" I asked her, standing by the counter and getting a cup for my black coffee.
„Tea, thank you." She said, so I took a mug from the cupboard and placed it on the counter. I started heating up the water while putting coffee with two spoons of sugar into the cup and a tea bag without sugar into the mug.
After a while, the water was warm enough so I poured it into both the cup and the mug. Then I just put spoons in and carried them both into my bedroom.
A handed the tea mug to her and sipped my coffee. I sat next to her on my bed that slightly creaked under me.
„Thank you… so, where am I gonna sleep?" She asked when another lightning struck and she spilled her tea on her own shirt.
„You can sleep on the bed with me if you want. I don't have any spare mattres so it's the only way if you don't mind sleeping on the floor." I informed her.
„I think the bed is a better option." She answered, she shivered, i saw it. I snaked my hand behind her and grabbed her shoulder. She slightly leaned into the emrace and leaned on my shoulder while slowly sipping her tea.
I placed my coffee on the bedside table and grabbed her shirt, to which she responded with a soft 'hum?'.
"Take it off, it's wet and if you don't wash it it'll never come off." i said, she hesitated for a moment.
"You can borrow my shirt if it's that uncomfortable for you. I'll take a shower and wash your shirt while in bathroom, okay?" i asked. She nodded lightly and i opened my swardrobe and got the smallest shirt i found, even though i knew it was still too big. I handed it to her and she took it, slowly taking of her own shirt. I tried not to look, i swear, but i just couldn't. And, oh boy, did i not regret it. Her breast were so small and nice. Jesus, i am so gay.
Don't hate me.Kazumi-nee~