How long will I resist this?
2006 Words
"When did you start wearing such a skimpy top and short skirt, Ariana?" Margie asked, eyeing her friend's outfit. Ariana's lips curved into a smile, and her lips were covered with bright red lipstick.
"Didn't you buy these clothes for me and keep them in the wardrobe? I figured this was the surprise you were talking about, so I decided to surprise you first," she explained.
Margie was stunned as she took in the sight of Ariana's tight-fitting yellow top, which perfectly showed the shape of her breasts, and the short, red blouse that barely covered her thighs, revealing her alluring legs.
"If I don't learn to be comfortable in these clothes indoors, how can I be comfortable wearing them outside the house? I need to master them here first," Ariana reasoned.
"You're right. I never thought of it that way. I bought them specifically for you," Margie acknowledged, and they both headed to the dining table.
Ariana couldn't help but think, "All I want is for Nicholas to notice me. Plus, his wife isn't around. He should be the one to make a move on me." As Nicholas entered the room, Ariana made sure to stand up and lean forward, revealing her ample cleavage in a push-up bra. Nicholas couldn't take his eyes off her as he approached the table.
"Does he only care about satisfying his eyes? Why can't he just come straight to me when his daughter is not around?" Ariana wondered, although she relished the attention from Nicholas, which sent shivers down her spine. Throughout the meal, Nicholas was careful not to let his daughter notice how captivated he was by Ariana's beauty.
"I've never felt so attached to anyone the way I feel for Nicholas. I wish we could share the same dish," Ariana thought to herself as she finished her food.
"You must be really hungry," Margie remarked, bringing Ariana back to reality.
"Yes, thank you so much for the meal. I thought you might have forgotten about my favorite dish. I purposely didn't mention it, but you surprised me with my favorite - Jambalaya," Ariana said, standing up and taking her plate with her right hand, intending to take it to the kitchen.
"No, leave it on the table. I'll take care of it myself. You're my guest," Margie insisted.
"I'm not just a guest, Margie. I'm your friend. Allow me to be free. Don't treat me like a pet," Ariana replied, and they both chuckled while Nicholas smiled and took the opportunity to admire Ariana while standing.
"Her beauty is a blend," he thought to himself.
"No, Ariana, keep it. I'm almost finished," Margie said.
"Please, Margie, let her go. She's not a stranger to us. She's part of this family," Nicholas said, and Margie turned to look at him, and he raised his eyebrows for approval.
"Okay," Margie shrugged, and Ariana took her plate to the kitchen.
A few seconds after Ariana had left the dining room, Nicholas stood up. "You forgot to bring my coffee," he said to Margie.
"I thought you liked to have your coffee an hour after dinner," Margie replied.
"Yes, but I don't enjoy this meal as much. I didn't want to say it in front of Ariana. She might be disheartened," Nicholas explained.
"Is that why you were staring at her while she was eating?" Margie asked.
"Yes...yes," Nicholas struggled to reply, thinking his daughter hadn't noticed.
"I'm sorry. You should have told me what you wanted me to prepare," Margie apologized.
"Let me get my coffee," Nicholas interrupted, thinking the conversation was taking too long.
"Allow me to get it for you," Margie offered, but Nicholas declined, saying she was still eating. Nicholas left the dining table and headed straight to the kitchen, where he caught Ariana coming out.
"Would you like some coffee?" he asked.
As soon as they entered the kitchen, Nicholas couldn't wait to compliment her.
"You look absolutely stunning. Please give me a hug. I want to be part of beautiful things," he said.
Ariana became nervous and excited at the same time. She had been hoping for something like this. Her fingers fidgeted, and she felt herself breathing faster. They both opened their arms and embraced each other. Ariana wanted to take full advantage of what she called "cuddling." She held Nicholas so tightly, as if she had been longing for it, and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. At that moment, a fraction of her fantasy was fulfilled, and she was lost in pleasure.
When Nicholas realized they had spent a significant amount of time cuddling, he pulled away. He didn't want his daughter to catch them in such a situation. Nicholas' hands lingered on Ariana's waist, while Ariana's hands were still around his neck. Then he pecked her forehead, waiting for her reaction. Ariana immediately removed her hands and walked out of the kitchen without saying a word. Her action left Nicholas perplexed. He couldn't tell if she had enjoyed the peck or not.
After Ariana had left the kitchen, Nicholas turned to the kitchen cabinet to fill his cup with hot water.
"Dad, are you still in the kitchen?" Margie's voice sounded surprised, followed by the sound of a breakable cup of hot water falling from Nicholas's right hand. He was startled as he was about to turn with his hot coffee when his daughter's voice hit him from behind. Nicholas didn't expect it, especially since he was already anxious that his daughter might see him embracing Ariana with so much emotion.
"You startled me," Nicholas raised his face and looked at his daughter.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were in your room by now. I'm very sorry," Margie apologized as she quickly bent down to gather the broken pieces of the cup. Nicholas made another coffee, and when he was about to leave the kitchen, Margie apologized again, feeling guilty for letting it happen.
After Margie had cleaned the floor, she left the kitchen to meet Ariana in her room. She knocked, and she could hear Ariana's voice from the restroom saying,
"Come in."
Margie pushed the door and entered. Ariana had left her phone on her bed, and the caption on the screen of the phone before the light went off caught Margie's attention. She took the phone and touched the screen to make sure of what she had seen, and the light of the screen came on again.
"Fourteen steps to seduce a man" on a Google search. Margie read it silently and giggled on the bed.
"Ariana!" she shouted. "What are you reading on your phone?"
In a flash of seconds, Ariana rushed out of the restroom after quickly disinfecting her hands and snatched the phone from Margie and Margie rolled on the bed and laughed.
"You didn't tell me you had made up your mind," Margie teased. There was a hint of mockery on her face while Ariana looked shy. Ariana didn't respond, but removed the search engine from the screen of her phone. When Margie finished laughing, she said,
"I'm not trying to mock you, but this is not the Ariana I know." She smiled, and Ariana continued to look at her without a smile on her face.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Margie stopped laughing.
"Let me take this opportunity to tell you about the surprise I have for you. Since you have made up your mind, there is no need to prolong it."
Ariana folded her arms and watched Margie, who was trying to contain her excitement.
"Ariana, I'm hosting a night party at the Palm Hotel coming Saturday, and I want you to read more of what I saw on your phone," Margie said, trying to suppress her laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" Ariana asked.
"Well, you and I know you're not that type of person. During high school, you never dated any guys, and you always said they don't have anything to offer except for s*x," Margie paused and looked at Ariana.
"Are you still a virgin?"
They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Ariana nodded her head.
"Hmm...it's your discretion to do whatever you want with your body. But now that you're reading about how to seduce a man, I guess you're ready to give it a try and become a real woman," Margie said.
"A real woman? Am I not a real woman?" Ariana grabbed her pillow and playfully hit Margie with it. Margie ran out of Ariana's room, and Ariana chased after her until they reached Margie's room.
"You are a real woman, I give up," Margie raised her hands and laughed. Ariana stopped hitting her, and there was a smile on Margie's face and tears of joy in her eyes. They both sat on Margie's bed, and Ariana gave Margie a few minutes to catch her breath.
"In that party, there will be a game. Oh!" Margie stood up suddenly, noticing the wall clock read 7:30 PM.
"Please, let me quickly discuss the party with my dad. I won't stay long."
Margie touched Ariana's nose and ran out of the room to meet her dad. She knocked on his door.
"Dad..."
"Come in," Nicholas said.
Margie entered and sat down.
"I don't know if you're interested, but I'm organizing a night party for my friend Ariana. Let me be upfront with you. I want to set Ariana up with a guy at the party. That's the reason I'm organizing it, but I haven't told Ariana my main aim. Ariana is single and, in addition, she's a virgin."
"Virgin?" He exclaimed.
"Yes, but it seems like she's ready to give herself to the man she falls in love with. The party will be like a dating show. I've already asked my boyfriend to find six handsome and responsible men, and I will invite five young ladies. At the party, we'll play a game where the men drop an iron ball on a tray, and the ladies pick one from the tray. I didn't tell Ariana all of this, but this is how I'm planning it. Dad, I want you to be part of this game, and I'll invite Mum. I'll explain some of the process to you so that Mum can pick your ball, and you both can have some time of reconciliation together."
"I don't have an issue with that. Have you told your mother about this?" Nicholas asked.
"Yes, but she hasn't given me a definite answer. Let me call her now." Margie took her phone and dialed her mother's number.
"Hello Mum, how was your day?" Margie asked over the phone.
"I'm fine, and you?" Her mother replied.
"I'm doing fine. Mum, I missed you so much," Margie said.
"Me too..." her mother's voice trailed off with emotion.
"Mum, are you still coming to the party? It's the coming Saturday at the Palm Hotel," Margie asked.
"I will, but on one condition," her mother replied.
"What condition?" Margie asked.
"Is your dad coming?"
"Yes, he is," Margie replied.
"I'm sorry, my love, Nicholas is not the man I married years ago, his changes frightening me." Margie, still holding the phone, looked at her dad before the call ended.
Margie's face fell as she hung up the phone.
"She said she's not coming, I have been trying my best to create peace," she said.
"I knew it. But I'll be there. I love to play that game," Nicholas replied.
"Daddy?" Margie didn't know when she sighed.
"Nothing will happen. It's just for fun, nothing more. Since your mum is acting strange, can't I have fun?"
"Yes, you can."
Margie nodded her head and Nicholas hugged his daughter as she left his room.
"This is an opportunity to spend the whole night with Ariana. I need to know the rules of the game," Nicholas thought to himself.
Nicholas couldn't help but wonder what was really going on. "Was her behavior a sign of her virginity, or did she want something more from him?" Nicholas pondered.
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