Hugs

"Everyone must hug someone passionately as a form of greeting," Steve wrote.

It was a silly rule, he knew, but he didn't want to write anything that might get him in trouble with the girls, just in case the Stylus didn't work. He had also considered the possibility that the girls might be messing with him somehow and so he wrote a rule which he didn't think any of the girls would do just for a prank.

Steve went back to bed but could not sleep. His mind was whirring with possibilities. While he didn't think that the Stylus would work, a small part of him thought that it might. He didn't know this part of him existed until now. It was primal, base.

He heard one of the bedroom doors open and the slap of bare feet walking across floorboards. He took a peak outside his bedroom door and saw Rayya walking pass, her back towards him. She was wearing a white tee-shirt and booty shorts which did not fit her ass very well. Which was fine with Steve. Maybe it was because Steve had a thing for ebony girls, but he had always thought Rayya was the hottest girl he had ever seen.

When she turned the corner, Steve closed his bedroom door behind him and tread as quietly as he could across the floor. He saw her looking at the fridge, not moving, as if she was in a deep meditation. Then, she opened the fridge and took out a box of orange juice.

Steve walked up to her while she was pouring herself a drink. "Good morning, Rayya," he said, hesitantly. She had to look up to meet his face. When she did so, Steve could glance at her breasts without her noticing.

"Don't talk to me you stupid cunt," she snarled, turning back around to put the juice box in the fridge.

Steve noticeably deflated. He knew that the Stylus wouldn'tt worked. He knew that it was just some prank.

Then Rayya hugged him and he froze. The nerves which usually worked his jaw seemed to malfunction, and as a result, his jaw hung loose. Rayya's tits smashed into his chest and her arms were snaked around his waist and achingly close to his ass.

"Hug me back, you perv." She said. "Don't be rude."

Steve wrapped his arms around Rayya, placing his face in the crook of her neck. She was surprisingly soft. And small. Steve hadn't noticed before how tiny she was compared to him. He almost engulfed her when they hugged.

Finally, she released him, despite Steve not wanting her to pull away. She then picked up her glass of juice and walked back to her room as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired. Steve was left dumbstruck. And a little horny, if he was being honest with himself.

A smile split his lips and faint laughter escaped between his teeth.

The Stylus had worked.

It had actually fucking worked.