“Um…” Hiroshi was currently taking in the sight before him. Although it was overused, she really was like a willow tree: slender in all the right places, flowing in others, with an underlying resiliency and flexibility that belied her curvaceous shape. Her skin was dusky, with the idea of someone who spent a great deal of time outdoors; her clothes reinforced this look. Baggy blue jeans and a gray UCLA sweatshirt covered most of her body, but did so in a way that somehow managed to convey a sense of femininity that even a thousand dollar cocktail dress would be in shame of. Her silken black ponytail fell over one shoulder and hung down near her waist, where her left hand casually flipped it over and around in a gentle, twirling motion. Large, expressive brown eyes framed by a heart-shaped face smiled back at him from across the room, full of love and laughter and joy at the simple idea of being with him.
“Oh, my. You don’t remember it, either?” She glided forward, her feet barely seeming to move as she danced around the corner of the desk, intent on the monitor.
“Aaahh, um, NO!” Hiroshi wildly flailed at the keyboard, but managed to get the screen minimized just as the girl slid into his lap. “You, um, need to spend the next three days as, uh, normal as possible.”
“I guess that includes not worrying about what I used to look like, right?” The girl, who looked for all the world like Daisuke’s sister, had Daisuke had a sister who just so happened to be a supermodel, turned and whispered as she gracefully draped her arms around his neck.
“Er, RIGHT! I mean, right. Uh, yeah.” Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“I did agree for three days, right?” She curled one leg in, twisted, and managed to look him straight in the eye as she straddled his lap.
Yes, I’m fairly positive now. Add this one to the bad idea column. “Uh, yeah. I implemented those, uh, changes.”
She giggled. “It’s funny. I know we accidentally changed you into that lingerie model, so I know it works.” Her hands slowly lowered, so that she was fingering his chest. “And I know that I suggested we try to make Yuka a bit healthier, to get her through PE.” She stretched her arm out to the side, casually brushing one of her breasts against his chest. “But I really don’t recall anything but feeling like this,” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder and gracing him with a surprisingly solid hug. “I guess I’ll probably agree to keep this, after the three days are up, then, huh? I mean, I feel wonderful.” She snuggled down into his lap, pressing her body against his. “I feel as though I could do anything.” She held the embrace for several moments longer, until she glanced up into his frozen visage. “You’re not going to do anything other than just sit there in shock, are you.”
Hiroshi rapidly shook his head back and forth.
She frowned cutely. “Darn.” Kissing him lightly on the nose, she stood and swung her leg over his head. “Your loss, Beloved,” she murmured, gliding once again across the room. “Tell your Mom I said hi, okay? See you tomorrow.” With that, the girl, no, woman, slid the door open, and glided out of Hiroshi’s room.
Hiroshi continued to sit.
Damn, she’s tall.
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