Peeking out through the gap in the door I quickly adjust my glasses, adjusting to the dim lighting of the hallway and opening the door more as I see a woman in her early twenties with long brown hair, wearing paint-spattered jeans and towering over me.
I'm forced to crane my head up quite a bit to meet her in the eyes, losing myself for a moment in the steely blue-gray gaze staring back at me. Her nose is rather pronounced, a slight bend in the bridge evidencing some former break. The woman has a slight tan, a line on her long arms indicating her normally rather fair complexion. Her long dark brown hair frays out in a mild mess that reaches down to the small of her back, the majority of it having been pinned back behind her with a black wooden headband. Behind her ears rest a small yet finely sharpened pencil and an expensive-looking fine liner pen.
My eyes quickly glance over her, barely managing to pull myself away from our accidental staring match. She is wearing a loose-fitting white shirt, the cheap material coated in splotches of paint and dark rubbings of charcoal. A series of beaded necklaces and rough-hewn metal medallions hang around her neck, all of them appearing hand-made. I swallow hard as I notice that she isn't wearing a bra, her small perky breasts showing clearly through the flimsy material.
Moving further down I see her shirt is tucked tightly into her jeans, most likely to keep it from getting in the way while painting. The light blue and heavily worn jeans are downright coated in paint, large splashes and tiny dots of various colors creating an abstract painting on this woman's clothes. As my eyes move further down I notice she isn't wearing any shoes, her feet adorned with a toe ring and some chipping blue nail polish.
Her hands are thin, featuring short well-maintained fingernails, ending in long and slender. Several bracelets and rings rest perfectly fitted to her, another blend of random home-made styles. In her hand is a white single-use bag, a half-filled takeout container sitting in the bottom with a pair of chopsticks sitting atop it.
"Do you mind if I..." she says with a grin, already angling herself to move inside my apartment through the crack in the door.
"I...uh...sure, come in" I squeak in shock, stepping back and swinging the door wide open as she walks inside. I watch her intently as she passes me, catching her as she scans my short curvaceous form with her eyes as she walks deeper into the apartment.
She places the container down on the coffee table, bending over and giving me a half-decent view of her small pert ass before she stands back up, a grin forming on her lips as she turns back to me.
"Do you model?" she asks bluntly, her eyes rapidly moving over my body and mentally undressing me in a way that I can't help but find exciting.
"N...no..." I mewl meekly, blushing and averting my gaze as I close the door.
"Do you want to?" She asks, walking over and crouching down to get to my eye level. She had to be approaching six feet tall, or even a little over, her lanky and slender form towering over my own. My lip quivers a little as she looks over my face only a few inches away from me, inspecting it with a critical eye before her face suddenly drops and her eyes go wide.
"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry" she squeals, jumping back up and blushing intensely. "Did I make you feel...Oh no...I...Sorry, Benji told me about you and how your apartment was so...how you were so new to the building and I had ordered extra for leftovers and he said I should meet the new neighbor and I've been trying to get my portraiture project finished so I'm all over the place and..." Molly rambles, obviously realizing how strange she had been acting.
"I...It's alright...I was just a little...surprised" I explain, cutting her off so she can take a breath.
The poor young woman slumps a little as I chime in, her shoulders going limp with apparent relief as her head hangs back. I see her open her mouth to say something, however, she freezes up as her nostrils flare. "What's that..." she mutters, her frazzled mind obviously struggling to stay on task.
Without another word she begins to shuffle deeper into my apartment as I shuffle along behind her with my much shorter legs. Reaching the kitchen she crouches down again, inspecting the oven as she cracks the door open a little.
"That smells...good" she practically purrs, peeking inside at the bubbling tomatoes and the cooking egg.
"Um...Thank you" I squeak behind her, blushing at the compliment from the strange woman.
As she slowly stands back up she chuckles a little. "And Benji was worried her" she mutters under her breath, her eyes turning to the rest of the kitchen. Before I can get a word in edge-wise she heads over to the sink, looking at the mess sitting inside.
"I...uh...forget to get soap" I mutter, slightly embarrassed by my forgetfulness.
Molly chuckles yet again before turning to face me. Leaning against the shelf her eyes dart to the oven. "How about this, you give me some of what you're cooking and I'll find you some dish-soap? Hell, I'll even throw in a sponge or something" she offers with a smirk.
"What?...I mean deal!" I squeak excitedly, happy that I'll not only be able to clean up but also due to some deep craving to share my cooking getting fulfilled.
"Done" Molly replies, her smirk growing wider into a large grin "but food first."
With a smile spreading across my own lips I nod to her, quickly moving about the kitchen to gather up the needed plates and cutlery without a second thought. Placing two plates out I place them on the countertop, flanking them each with a knife and fork, before grabbing a kitchen towel to wrap my hand as I grab the searing hot pan from the oven. In a swift motion I dexterously grab one of the knives, half the egg, and effortlessly slide half of the pan onto each of the waiting plates.
Placing the pan atop the stove I hear a small dainty clap behind me before suddenly a pair of long tanned arms reach past me from either side.
"Those were some smooth moves" Molly says quietly into my ear, a shiver running down my spine. "Let me help you there" she continues, grabbing the plates and pulling away from behind me as she heads over to the couch.
"Is...she...flirting?" I whisper quietly under my breath, feeling the telltale warmth of arousal build as I watch the artsy girl sashay over the sofa with a plate in either hand.
I quickly follow along after Molly, tugging at my shirt's hem as I try to cover up my soft creamy thighs. Every time she looked at me I could feel the slight tingle inside me I knew all too well from parading around naked in front of the window. I can't help but wonder if she's looking, if she's enjoying the sight of my body, and I can feel the demand in the back of my mind to revel in it.
Snapping back to reality I watch Molly drop down on the carpet on one side of the coffee table, leaving me the whole couch to myself. I blush as I sit down, accidentally flashing her my panties before I quickly tug my legs up under me. I try to hide my shock as I curl up, no longer having a ten-inch cock to crush between my large plush thighs.
Without a word Molly quickly digs into the shakshuka, a low happy moan escaping her scarlet lips. "Oh hell yeah...Oh I haven't had anything but take away in...like three weeks" she coos, relishing the savory spiced mush on the plate.
It would have been impossible to hold back my smile at her praise, my heart racing with excitement as I listen to someone enjoy my cooking. "I'm glad you like it" I nervously mutter, digging into my own dinner. As it hits my tongue I begin to go red in the face, the spice searing my mouth as my eyes begin to water.
I lunge forwards across to the coffee table, grabbing the mug of tea and quickly guzzling it down.
A loud laugh comes from the woman seated across from me, her eyes though focusing on the milky white cleavage visible through the neck hole of my now hanging shirt.
"A little too hot? Poor thing" she taunts, causing me to blush but barely changing the color of my face. She reaches over into the bag, pulling out the container and popping it open. Inside the plastic tub sits a small serving of black bean beef and rice, accompanied by a medley of vegetables. "This might be more your speed" she continues, her own face growing red either due to the sight of my heavy hanging breasts or from the spice in her own food.
Without a second thought I begin to dig into the sweet sauce of the takeaway container, immediately feeling my mouth cool down as the thick sauce coats my mouth. Letting out a sigh I lean back up, looking down at Molly as quickly fix up my shirt to cover my assets. I go to thank her, however I'm immediately met with the sight of the artsy woman pulling my plate over to her side of the table. As she catches me looking at her she freezes up, looking up at me as though she had been caught with her hand mischievously in the cookie jar.
"It's...it's all...all yours" I pant heavily, sweat beginning to build on my forehead and sticking my fringe to it.
"Score!" chirps Molly, yanking the plate over and shoveling the food into her mouth with gusto.
After several minutes we both manage to finish our respective servings of food. Molly leans back on her arms, staring at the ceiling as she pants in an effort to cool off her mouth. I immediately stand up, shuffling over to take the two plates and cutlery in two hands as I begin to march them over to the sink.
"Well...aren't you a...good little...host" Molly chuckles, talking only between heavy breaths. "I guess...I'll need to...come back soon".
As I hear more praise I immediately perform a happy little wiggle, shaking my shoulders and hips in delight before freezing up. "What was...that?" I whisper, trying to keep my voice down despite my shock.
"Cute I'd say" pants Molly as she begins to stand back up, obviously having overheard my mutter. "Okay...so dish-soap..." Molly mutters, slowly beginning to walk around my apartment.
"Um...what are you..." I begin to ask before being cut short by an absent-minded Molly.
"Sponge too...Oh...Sorry, I was in my own head again wasn't I" she says with a subtle wince. "I ate both halves, so of course I owe you more than just a sponge and some soap" she says with a smirk. Molly continues to wander my apartment, sizing everything up as she ducks her head into the bathroom.
"HA...Toilet paper...and some shampoo and body wash" she declares with a load laugh, speeding up her search as though it was some sort of game to her. She soon approaches me in the kitchen, cornering me as she leans in close to me again. Suddenly she smirks a little, narrowing her eyes as she looks at me. "And...some deodorant" she says with a wink, sending my heart aflutter.
Standing back up I watch as the towering slender woman rushes to the front door before swinging it open and heading out without another word, apparently lost 'in her own head' again as I hear her footfalls disappear down the stairs outside.
Left alone in the now quiet apartment I lean myself against the kitchen counter, staring down into the sink as my heart hammers in my chest.
"Brother...Cute...Sister...Quirky...But Cute..." I mutter, feeling a heat and dampness slowly forming between my thighs. A lewd smirk slowly forms on my cute face, my hips wriggling happily from side to side as I think about Molly and Ben. "Dr. Jones' was right...I don't regret that decision" I purr, thinking back to how I decided to pick a Bi trait after some pushing from Dr. Jones.
I begin to fill the sink with some hot water, wanting to soak things before I had to clean them. Before the sink is even half-filled I hear the sound of footsteps running up the stairs. As I turn to look to my slightly opened door I see Molly burst back into the room, another plastic takeaway bag in hand.
"Back!" Shouts Molly, panting from her run up and down the stairs. The motion must have caused some friction in her shirt, her large thick nipples showing prominently through the light material. She begins to walk more casually through the apartment, her modest hips swaying in a slightly exaggerated manner as she approaches the counter beside me.
Reaching into the bag she pulls out a half-finished bottle of dish-soap along with a few sponges, placing them by the tap of the sink.
"Is that your..." I begin to ask, a small chuckle from Molly cutting me off.
"Like I said, haven't cooked in weeks" she explains with a smile "You'll get more use out of it"
Molly slowly begins to wander the apartment with her little goody bag, looking for places to put things. I hear her head into the bathroom, pottering about as she tries to find places to store the few rolls of toilet paper and some nearly empty bottles of shampoo and body wash.
As she leaves the bathroom she pauses, leaning down to poke at the aloe vera. "Cute" she mutter, grinning at the little green plant.
"It's still a baby" I blurt out, my cheeks turning a rosy red as I return to the dishes.
"Cuter" I hear Molly purr under her breath before she heads into my bedroom.
"H...Hey that's my..." I begin to call out to Molly in shock, turning off the tap so I could follow her.
"Nice sheets" I hear her say before she quickly returns to the kitchen/living room with a now empty bag "Deodorants on the dresser"
"Oh...uh...thank you" I mumble shyly, wiping my hands dry on the bottom of my shirt.
"Well...I think that was worth more than half a pan of food worth of stuff...so...I guess I'll see you tomorrow for dinner" she says with a smirk, looking down at me with a cunning glare.
"What...I...uh..." I squeal in shock, my eyes darting around the kitchen for what I could cook rather than refuting her idea.
"Or...you could be my model for my portrait project" she exclaims, folding her arms over her chest as if to declare victory. "Either way you'd be doing me a huge solid, hell I'd probably owe you one again" she chuckles, looking down at my adorably nervous expression.
"I...I don't know...um..." I squeak, growing frazzled as I try to work out what to do. "I suppose...Um..."
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