Pink Boyshorts and a White Bra

he loves her. -enjoy-

 

“Come in,” she yelled.

            “Its me, sweety,” Jonathon called back as he walked through her front door, trying to figure out where she was.

            “I’m back here, babe. In my room.”

            He opened her door and walked through the lime green bedroom towards her bathroom. He ducked his 6’2” frame through the doorway that was made for someone no bigger than 5’10” and there she was. Liz was standing there in her pink boyshorts and a white bra. She was bouncing along to whatever she had blaring from the stereo while trying to put on mascara.

            Jonathon stood back in the doorway and looked at her. Liz was a small girl. No more then 5’2” and barely a hundred pounds soaking wet. He towered over her, but that never seemed to matter. She never backed down; never got intimidated; never wavered. At times she ever seemed bigger than him. Her honey blonde hair was up in a messy bun on top of her head, as it always was when she was doing her make-up. In a few minutes when she was done she’d let it fall down and he couldn’t wait.

            His eyes scanned down to Liz’s lips. They were happily mouthing the words to whatever song was playing. “’Peace and Love’ by Fountains of Wayne?” She loved that band. And right now, watching her bounce and mouth the words made him want to kiss her more than he ever had before. But he resisted. There’d be other time for that; he wanted to savor this moment.

            Next he came to her breasts. They weren’t huge, in spite of Liz’s intense wish that they would be. She had dreamed about having huge b***s since she was in third grade. When she realized that wasn’t in the cards for her she got upset. That’s when she started talking about implants. Jonathon cringed whenever she said that. No, they weren’t very big, he’d admit that. But they were perfect just the way they were. And most of all they were his.

            He knew that whenever he wanted he could grab them or squeeze them and Liz would look back at him and smile and part her lips in that way that only she could do. He knew that when they were making out he could slip his hand up her shirt and under her bra and feel them. He could take her shirt off and see them right in front of him. He could kiss them, she loved it when he did that, and he knew it. So what if they weren’t the biggest. They were his to play with.

            Jonathan blinked a couple of time, realizing that he had been shamelessly staring at Liz’s b***s. And while if she noticed she would have smiled her sweet, seductive smile, kissed him once, and told him she was flattered, he still didn’t want her to catch him staring.

            Deciding to move on, he looked down to her stomach. She had a flat stomach with just a little bit of fat, enough so that when he grabbed her sides he could squeeze her. And it made her more ticklish, something he loved. She had worked hard for that stomach and now she loved to show it off. Something, of course, he didn’t mind.

            The bright pink of her boyshorts caught his eye. He loved Liz in boyshorts. The way they accentuated her butt made her almost impossible to resist. Whenever she would talk about her butt she would refer to it as her “white chick a*s”. Liz thought she didn’t have one, but the truth was she had a nice butt. It was beautifully round and even looked amazing in the baggy pajama pants she loved to wear. She said that her butt used to be bigger, before she started dieting. But he was glad it wasn’t anymore. He loved it just the way it was.

            And below her supple rear-end were her legs, amazing legs. They were long and thin. Liz had worked hard for them, as well. Weeks and weeks of long gym visits had created her amazing legs. They were bronzed and smooth, Jonathan often joked that she must spend all her time rubbing lotion on them. Right now she was standing on her toes trying to get closer to the mirror so she could make sure her eyelashes were perfect. Liz was a little OCD about her eyelashes being perfect.

            She was just putting the finishing touches on her eyes. She looked down to pick up her eyeliner and tried to hold back the smile that was spreading across her face. She knew Jonathan was looking at her. She always knew that he was looking at her, but she never said anything. Because if she looked back or said anything about it he would get embarrassed and stop. And he enjoyed it too much, so did she.

            She put on her eyeliner and stepped down onto her feet. Taking down her hair, she checked herself in the mirror, and with a sigh, announced that she was done. Waiting until after she said that, she looked over at Jonathan who was now half smiling at her.

            She stood there looking at back at him for a minute before he walked over to her. Wrapping his arms around her small waist, he pulled her into him. She looked up at him with her perfectly made-up eyes and he down at her.

            “You look amazing,” Jonathan said to Liz as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled her sweet, seductive smile and he kissed her. A long, hard kiss that made her entire body tingle.

            “Ok, maybe we won’t be going out tonight,” Liz thought as Jonathan picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Reviews

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I agree with Blackbirdsong that the jump to her point of view takes away the build-up from Johnathan's point of view, but it wasn't jarring in my opinion. Just a little ill-timed. I would either keep it in his perspective, or divide the jumps back and forth up some, so that it isn't a single transition.

THAT said, nice read! Fun from the start, and well-written, you have an eye for details that serves you well!

[Blackbirdsong]

I think this reads better and with more flow and feeling when you keep it strictly in the point of view of Jonathan. You kind of jump into her thinking towards and the end, and that is jarring, but also the build up you've been giving this of Jonathan watching her is taken away. You could say that Jonathan knew she knew he was watching, but probably didn't let on because it would embarrass him. Something like that. I really like this story and the way you've crafted it. I felt the people and their feelings, relationship were completely authentic.

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Jonathan blinked a couple of time,