How About Now?

cindy landolt

 

"Okay, how about now?" Cindy asked tapping a few keys on her laptop.

I blinked, just for a moment there it had felt like I should be seeing something but the feeling passed as quickly as it came. 

"No nothing," I told her honestly "Everything looks just the same."

"Really? You don't notice anything different about me, nothing at all?" She asked pushing out her chest and looking over her glasses at me as if she'd given me an obvious clue but I couldn't for the life of me think what she might be hinting at.

"Honestly Cindy," I sighed "You look great, you always do, I don't know what else you expect me to say. Did you change your hair or something, because I really can't tell."

I expected her to pout at that, Cindy was a sweet girl but she could be a bit touchy about her appearance, but instead she favoured me with one of her dazzling smiles.

"So, you really don't remember knowing a boy call Simon? Or showing him this new program on your computer?" she laughed at what could only have been a look of blank incomprehension on my face "And us, you and me, we're what?"

I shook my head starting to lose patience. 

Cindy was a good friend, I know some guys might have struggled to see her that way given that she was an internationally famous pornstar I'd known her since we were kids and she'd always be the nerdy girl next door to me. So a whatever game she was playing I decided to humour her a little longer.

"Or relationship, you mean? Well obviously we're..." 

I stumbled over my words a moment as Cindy tapped at her keyboard and again I had the odd sensation of nothing being different again before picking up the thread of the conversation again.

"...We're lovers," I growled playfully bending to kiss her neck just the way she likes it, "Friends too, but definitely hot, passionate, constantly fucking lovers. Now are you done screwing around or am I going to to have to drag you to bed?"

"Oh baby I thought you'd never ask," she cooed setting the laptop aside and pressing her perfect body against mine. 

We kissed and thoughts of whatever she'd wanted to show me vanished from my mind. That could wait, until the morning, or maybe forever...

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