MEANWHILE IN A UNPARREL UNIVERSE
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Qui Tong was unsure but even with the distance between them; she thought the brunette had been staring at her. How long had she been there staring?
She was suddenly startled by the sound of a keyboard. She whipped her head to the side and saw a blonde haired dude with a bun, sporting shades and playing a catchy note just a few feet away. What?
She whipped her head back to the brunette, who graced her with a sexy smile. She smiled meekly in response. What was going on? Dude on the keyboard kept playing.
Qui Tong noticed a grin spread across the girls face, and unsure if it was for her she looked left and right. But it was just them. Had the smile been made for her?
"Hey there, over there. I'm over here. Want to come near?" The brunette crooked a finger.
Qui Tong froze. She had not expected the brunette to sound so . . . alluring. She simply stared at Sun Jing, very puzzled.
"No? That's ok. I will go there." Sun Jing sang in a monotone voice. She walked up to Qui Tong, still sporting that damn sexy smile. Why was she looking at her like that?! Geez! She could feel the blush rising up to her neck. Why was Sun Jing so sexy-
"Would you like some of my éclair?"
"Huh-?"
Qui Tong watched in disbelief as Sun Jing pulled a chocolate cluster éclair out her leather jacket. More importantly: WHY WAS IT IN HER JACKET?
Sun Jing leaned in smoothly, bringing her face level to Qui Tong's. The blonde blushed; unable to take her eyes off the woman in front her. She didn't miss the under handed toss of the chocolate éclair being yeeted into oblivion. Guess she didn't need it.
"I have been staring at you from a distance," Sun Jing sang.
Keyboard boy suddenly amped up the rift. She still wasn't sure why he was there.
"'Cause I hear girls like persistence." That damn smile.
Her face must have looked absolutely perplexed because then Sun Jing sang," I am sorry, I'm just nervous from discovering your existence . . ."
Oh my God.
"Clearly, I am not the girl to flirt." Sun Jing pulled her jacket apart as she flexed. Qui Tong thought she was going to die as she saw a hint of cleavage.
"Can I look inside your shirt?" The brunette cooed.
Wait what- IS SHE READING MY MIND!? WHAT IS HAPPENING!
"That came out the wrong way; wish we could just skip the foreplay." The brunette emphasized by waving her hand; trying to shew away the word still floating above the blonde's head. FOREPLAY.
"Wha-what?" Qui Tong stammered, unable to comprehend what was being said. That's a lie; Blondie here knew exactly what Sun Jing was talking about.
"Hey, I really like your shoes. Your hair smells like shampoo." Sun Jing started over. If she was trying to flirt, the blonde didn't even know where to begin.
"This just isn't working; let me try to put it this way." Sun Jing sang. Good recovery.
Keyboard boy suddenly teleported behind Sun Jing. He was bobbing his head and lying down with his legs crossed.
"Come here, listen near and let me whisper in your ear." Sun Jing wrapped her arm around Qui Tong, pulling her in close as she sang.
"I think you're neat."
Qui Tong blushed.
"I think you're sweet."
Qui Tong blushed more.
"Someone I'd really like to meet."
She's a tomato guys.
"I'm sorry, I am not perverting. I'm just really bad at flirting. But I've something to admit. Your face . . . I like that shit."
Qui Tong swooned.
Without missing a beat, Sun Jing backed up, keyboard guy nowhere to be seen- she shredded her jacket, exposing a tightly pressed shirt.
Lord has blessed this woman's body. There is no other explanation.
"You think that I don't it know yet; It's clear you playing hard to get." She pointed at Qui Tong and continued singing before tossing her jacket.
"Well, give me just a minute and I guarantee I'll make you sweat!"
Sun Jing didn't know it but Qui Tong was already sweating.
"I bet you're smart, I bet you know the difference between 'there' and 'their'."
Qui tong giggled.
"And I hope you don't mind that I'm looking at your derriere." Sun Jing pulled her shades down her nose just a bit as she slid smoothly behind Qui Tong.
Qui Tong gasped. Modestly. Coyly. Modestly coy. If that's a thing.
Suddenly the brunette moved in front of her again, spreading her legs in a ride-em'-cowboy-style.
"It's only fair that you look at my heiney." She did a little jig and moved her hips, turning around to give Qui Tong a lovely view of Sun Jing's tightly glad denim ass. Qui Tong stared longingly.
"My bike is always shiny," Sun Jing whipped out a bike from fucking nothing. She patted the seat, and her bike gave a little ring-ding in time with her pats.
She cocked her head to the side coyly, "Be with me, I'm so forever lonely!" And now the bike is gone.
"Just admit you wanna bone me, here's my number you can phone me." The brunette swayed her hips and she walked up to Qui Tong. She got right in her face and dropped a sticky note into the blonde's hands; complete with Sun Jing's number.
PHONE NUMBER, GET!
Qui Tong is speechless. She watched the brunette turn around and put distance between them before she whipped her head over her shoulder looking back at Qui Tong.
"Let me swan dive in your pants."
Qui Tong's mouth fell open.
Sun Jing grinned coyly. Such a flirt, "Don't you love my confidence?"She nearly whispered.
"Come here listen near and let me whisper in your ear: I think you're neat. I think you're sweet. Someone I'd really like to meet." Sun Jing shook her hips in time to the keyboard. Crooking her finger at Qui Tong.
"I'm sorry, I am not perverting, I'm just really bad at flirting. But I've something to admit. Your face . . . I like that shit."
"If you want a girl with skills, come check out my bike-it kills."Sun Jing's bike wished itself into existence again only to be yeeted over the moon like a wet paper towel.
"If you want a girl with speed, sorry babe, but that isn't me."
She smiled, then somewhere close by she heard keyboard guy say, "She owns a bike not a car!"
"If you want a girl who lifts, knows every song by Taylor Swift . . ." She flexed those godly biceps and Qui Tong was smitten.
"Baby, give your heart a chance!" Sun Jing swooped in, wrapping an arm around Qui Tong; pulling her close so their faces were just centimeters apart.
"I know you like the way I dance." Sun Jing wiggled her eyebrows. Then tossed her shades.
Qui Tong tried to remember how to breathe.
Sun Jing's bike fell from the sky with a bong-bink. Never mind, it was keyboard boy wringing a triangle. You know, that pathetic excuse of an instrument that you played once in music class?
"Come here, listen near and let me whisper in your ear. I think you're neat. I think you're sweet. Someone I'd really like to meet." Sun Jing sang smoothly, while keyboard boy increased the tempo.
Sung Jing took Qui Tong's hand and lead her in a little spin on her toes. Sung Jing pulled her back in, just to swing her out again.
"I'm sorry, I am not perverting, I'm just really bad at flirting." The brunette continued to sing as she spun Qui Tong back into her arms once more.
"But I've something to admit . . ." Sung Jing smiled at the soft gasp she heard as she dipped Qui Tong.
"Your face . . . ,"Sun Jing smiled. "I like that shit."
Sun Jing slowly pulled Qui Tong back to her feet, "Your face . . . can I kiss it?"
Qui Tong's head exploded. And that's when the author stopped writing.
THE END
(Don't ask me what this shit is, even I don't know)