Eric 1

Eric’s head is already swimming and he’s feeling like he may have had a little too much to drink. He wasn’t big on partying back home, often letting Sophie go with her girlfriends rather than having to suffer through some awkward social encounter, so tonight’s adventure’s have stretched him to the limit already. But he keeps remembering my face when he and Sophie first arrived. I’d been all smiles from ear to ear, and that was unusual enough for Eric to take note. He could tell that I was happy to see him.

Really, the only thing that was setting him on edge was Anna’s presence. He didn’t really know Anna, as they’d only met a handful of times, and each time Anna had elicited in him some strange sense of what could only be described as ‘pretty girl panic’. It was no different than how he felt around any attractive member of the opposite sex, but it was stifling enough that he often found himself stammering whenever she addressed him outright.

As Anna hops off the couch and prances over to the speaker, he can’t help but follow her with his eyes. Mesmerized by the way the hem of her tiny dress rustles as she prances over to the speaker. Then, unexpectedly, Anna bends over to throw on the music. Instantly, Eric feels the blood rush to his face as he realizes that Anna’s backside is now fully exposed to him. She’s a petite girl, with long rail-like legs that culminate in a surprisingly round bubble butt. Bent as she now is, Eric can see the smooth curve of Anna’s ass cheeks, the bottom half of which are now fully exposed to the whole room. Between them, Anna’s modesty is selflessly contained by a pair of pink panties with white-lace trim. When Eric regains enough composure to take in his surroundings again, he realizes with a horrible sinking feeling, that Anna is looking back at him.

“Wait...what?” He manages to get out, in a raspy, guilt-stricken voice. “I ummm….I like pop-music I guess.” Even as he says it, he knows this is a non-committal cop out of an answer. But it gives him time to avert his gaze.