Fooling around with Mila for a bit.

And then the day came when I turned 19 years old. Big whoop. Maybe one day we’ll talk more about when I turned 30, but I just couldn’t feel much about being a year older. What did excite me, though, was the sight of Mila in my bedroom wearing a form-fitting, glittering silver dress that reached the middle of her thighs. And while it only showed the tiniest bit of cleavage, it pushed her boobs up and just flattered her gorgeous figure all around.

Smirking, she did a little spin to show herself off, letting me see that even her butt looked amazing in it. “Would you believe I found this in an old closet?” she said. “I remember buying it for a party like two years ago but I never used it. I can’t believe it still fits! Actually, the skirt might be shorter than it should be, but… I’m assuming you’re fine with that,” she said giggling.

I walked up to her, almost salivating. I put my hands on her waist, pulled her close and ate her up, kissing her passionately as she wrapped her arms around my neck and matched me, rolling her tongue around mine.

My hands moved up along her perfect curves and found her boobs, which I squeezed greedily over her dress. Mila shivered and laughed against my lips.

“Geez, we can’t do this now,” she said in hushed tones while still smirking. “Your family’s downstairs!”

“Aren’t people supposed to be able to do what they want on their birthday?” I asked her, moving from her mouth to kiss her exposed neck and shoulder.

“Mmm… That’s true.”

Mila followed me as I stepped back to sit on my bed. She got on my lap and kissed me with an open mouth, hands on my cheeks as I fondled her ass.

“Am I so sexy that you can’t keep your hands away from me?” she asked teasingly.

“Way too sexy,” I answered, moving aside the thin straps of her dress and lowering just enough to get better access to her cleavage.

Mila giggled, pushed her chest against my face and shook it. “I only learned the other day this is called ‘motorboating’ and I couldn’t stop laughing.”

I laughed with her. “And where DID you learn that?”

“Comments on another girl’s photo,” she said. “Makes sense because hers are HUGE.”

“You know this girl?” I asked.

“Why? Interested?” she asked with a teasing smirk.

I chuckled. “No, no. I’m just wondering if you’re already making connections to other influencers or models.”

“Nah, just a girl I follow because she has cool makeup tips. I… don’t offer anything cool like that.”

I noticed her mood suddenly take a nose dive, and though it might sound pretty cruel, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Okay, that’s how I know we’ve been together for almost a year. My own negativity is rubbing off on you.”

Mila snickered before she began to laugh, throwing her head back. “That’s right! It’s all your fault.” She tried to push me but I sat too firmly, meaning she ended up pushing herself away from me instead and almost falling back.

I caught her, though, and that only made Mila laugh harder. She hugged me, and unlike all the fooling around we’d been doing, and despite the fact her dress was almost off and I had my hands on her butt, the hug was pure innocence and warmth.

“Thanks for being with me,” she said. “I ignored a lot of things during high school, so if I didn’t have you all with me now… I think I’d be having a pretty bad time. All this university stuff and the future is so complicated. I’m still not sure what I’m doing is the right thing.”

“None of us are,” I told her. “I’m sure we’ll make some mistakes, and I’m sure as hell going to stress over them, but… Well, time’s not gonna stop for any of us, so we might as well try to make the most out of it.”

Mila smiled at me, leaned in again and slid her tongue inside my mouth. We made out quietly for a long moment before she pulled away. “Sorry. I didn’t want to kill the mood.”

“Good thing you did or we’d be late,” I said.

Mila giggled. “Don’t worry. After dinner, we’ll go back to Diana’s house for the… after-party. You can get me out of this dress there. Or fuck me in it. That sounds good, too.”

“Did you seriously invite everyone, though?”

“We can have more intimate celebrations in the future. Thai year you’re compensating for all previous birthdays.”

“I really don’t think it’s necessary. I mean, I’m really happy you all went through all this effort, but the days leading up to today hold a lot more meaning to me than my birthday.”

“Mmm… Then why don’t you look at it this way? Your birthday is your deadline.”

“Deadline?”

“Look at your birthday as the day you look back on all you’ve done in the past year. Try to do as much as you can between birthdays, and when the next one arrives, treat yourself and celebrate all you’ve achieved.”

“...” That… actually sounded amazing. Looking at it that way, birthdays started to make a bit more sense. “Put that on a short video. You’ll go viral.”

“No, shut up! The last thing I should be doing on the internet is giving life advice!”

We laughed together again. We do that a lot, which is part of why I love this girl so much. Light of my life, she is. A knock on the door cut our laughter short, though.

“Hey, we’re supposed to be leaving soon!” Isabelle said from behind the door. “I’ll do you the courtesy not to open, but mom says you better be down there in five minutes or less!”

Mila and I looked at each other, then we both looked down at her exposed cleavage.

“Safe…” I muttered with a sigh.

“I mean… She said five minutes,” Mila said sultrily.

“With how good you look, I don’t trust myself to keep it to five minutes,” I told her, helping her fix her dress and put the straps back on. “Let’s go.”

“Fine, I’ll wait.”

And so we took the van, going with mom and Isabelle and picking up Grace on the way to the restaurant where we’d be celebrating our birthday.

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