The night had fallen once again and we were back at Priscilla's place. I was wearing the same attire as yesterday, and Priscilla was wearing a black swimming trunk with a blue laced bra.
How did she grow them?
"So, you'll be gone tomorrow. How are you feeling?" Priscilla asked me while she cooked in the kitchen.
"Ah, its bittersweet. I have had an okay time in New York, but now I'm feeling homesick. I enjoyed the time I spent with you though." I gave her my honest opinion.
"Ho Ho. Are you planning on coming back?" She asked.
"Even if I was, it wont be anytime soon."
"Hmm…. So, why don't you stay here. This way, you don't have to go back." Priscilla threw a suggestion in the air.
"Here, as in New York? I don't work. I don't have any friends here too. Only the food is good here."
"How about those people in your athletic team? Are they not your friend?"
"People in team are teammates, not friends. Also, I don't like hanging around boys, because of the reason you already know. And I prefer not hanging out with females either, in case I form any feelings for them."
Priscilla turned to look at me and said," Well missy, what do you think about me?"
"I think you are kind, beautiful and any individual would be lucky to have you, male or female." I gave an honest reply.
Priscilla turned to stir the pot. I could swear I saw her going red before she did turn.
She turned to face me again and resumed the conversation," But I was asking if you consider me as a friend."
"I consider you as a savior. You took me in, let me bath in your house and fed me. If you are not female Jesus, you're at least Caesar to me."
She rose the ladle she was holding and pointed it at me," Be careful not to stab me in the back Brutus."
We shared a happy laughter and I resumed the conversation," But seriously, you have done for me without expecting anything from me."
Priscilla turned around and murmured.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that."
"Nothing." Priscilla brushed off the topic.
We were done with the dinner and not was the time to sleep. Priscilla was back to her bra and panties attire as of last night, and we were laying awake in the bed. Staring at the ceiling was getting boring, so I broke the silence," Hey, Priscilla, sing a song for me, please."
"Hmm? what would you like to hear?"
"I don't know. Maybe the song from the morning." We were having a dry conversation in a monotonous voice.
"That'd be boring. Suggest me something else."
I thought about it and one song came to my mind. "Can you sing 'Our Town' by James Taylor?"
"OHH, nice choice. Are you missing your home?" Priscilla was excited about my reasoning.
"Maybe. I don't know. I have not got mother's hug for a long time. And this song has come to my rescue on numerous occasions." I let out another secret about me.
"Come here." Priscilla fumbled with her left hand and found my right hand nearby. She intertwined her fingers with mine and took a brief pause. The she pulled me towards her and the distance between us decreased. She laid on her side and I went on my side too. Her breasts were overflowing in her bra, and that scenery made me skip a beat. She threw her right arm over me and pulled me even closer. Our flesh was touching under the thin sheets. The heat around me increased tenfold.
THE WORLD WAS DIFFERENT, OH YES IT WAS>
Priscilla started singing the song, and I closed my eyes to take her angelic voice in my heart. I bent my head a little and stopped right before I touched her bosom. She knew I would be self conscious, so she pressed my head with her hand and let me feel her breasts on my face.
I threw my left arm nervously over her waist and touched her velvety skin. She was running her hand in my hair, all the while never letting my other hand go.
IT WAS YOUR TOWN>
I put my open palm on her back and started running it all over. My hand reached her bra strap and I clutched it with all my might.