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Tips

Debbie

From the first time I saw her I knew I had to taste those soft, cherry lips. I watched as she slid the lip gloss wand over her lower lip, how it glistened in the summer sun. She rubbed her lips together, giving a kiss to the air.

We were attending summer session at the University. It was a hot, dry summer, and Debbie was fond of wearing white denim shorts with purple flowers printed on them. She wore them rolled up exposing her slender upper thigh, how I longed to touch her smooth, tanned skin. To run my fingers through her long wavy dirty blonde hair, that she kept pulled back in a loose braid. She gathered her things and headed towards class. I followed her, mesmerized by her swaying hips and the click clack of her sandals against the pavement. My obsession now had a purpose, to kiss Debbie Stevens before summer’s end.

After class on Wednesday I caught up to her on her way to lunch.
“Hey, Debbie. Would you like to grab a slice? My treat,” I smiled, waiting for her response.
She gave me the once over glance.
“Sure, why not, what was your name again?”
“Charlie,”

We walked across campus and down to Mario’s Pizza. Where we split a medium pepperoni pie.
“So how are classes going?” she asked.
I finished chewing and took a drink of my soda, clearing my throat.
“Fine, except for creative writing, I need something for a short film,”
“Do you have anything in mind?” she asked, sipping on her soda. How I wished I could be that straw, slipping between her lips.
“Well I kinda wanted to run something by you,”
Debbie set her drink down, a smile spread across her mouth.
“Really?”
“Yeah, if you’re interested?”
“Well my curiosity is definitely peaked,”
We made plans to meet later at her place. I went to the computer lab and typed up a script.

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Debbie answered the door.
“Hey, Charlie. Sorry about the heat stupid AC isn’t working,”
“It’s fine,”
I watched as she walked into the kitchen, she was only wearing a short red silk robe. I could see her hard nipples rubbing against the fabric. I swallowed, watching her move gracefully around the kitchen, grabbing two tall glasses and filling them with ice.
“Is tea ok?”
“Sure,” I answered without hearing the question.
“Take a seat,” she gestured towards the table.
I sat as she brought over the glasses of iced tea.

“So, let’s see it,” she asked, taking a drink of her iced tea.
I opened my backpack, pulled out a red folder and handed it to her. She set it down in front of her, opened it and started reading to herself. She reached over and took another drink, how I wanted to be the edge of that glass. Her lips sliding over me.

“Hum,” she closed the folder. I took a long drink of my iced tea.
“Do you have everything to do this now?”
“Yes, I only need my camera… well and you,” I said, giving her a smile. She giggled.
“Well ok then, let’s get this done,”

She stood up and extended her hand towards me. My heart pounded against my chest, her long slender fingers, the faint smell of vanilla. I stood, grabbed my backpack and took her hand, soft and warm. My knees shook as she led me to her bedroom.

“Here it is,” she turned on a lamp next to the bed. The room was drenched in lavender, the bedding, curtains, and even the throw rug all various shades of lavender. The queen size, four post bed complete with canopy took up most of the room. A smaller dresser along with a vanity sat against the far wall.
“Nice room,” I said, taking out my camera.

Debbie laid on the bed and put her feet up on the footboard. I stood in front of her feet and looked them over. I wanted to touch them, to run my fingers along her arches, to caress her toes.
“What?” she sat up on her elbows looking at me.
“Do you have any nail polish?”
“There should be some over on the vanity,”
I turned to look, there was make-up, perfume, combs, hair brushes and an assortment of nail polish. I thumbed through them.
“This will work,” I held it up for her to see.
“Fine,”

Sinful Colors, Daredevil, pink in hue. I found it fitting for Debbie’s toes, I pulled the chair from the vanity and sat eye level with her feet.
“Comfortable?”
“Sure,” she laid back down against the pillows and closed her eyes. I began painting her toenails, gently holding each toe while I carefully applied the Daredevil pink. I started to feel flush, might have been the heat, it was warm in her room even though the window was cracked and a small fan was blowing towards the bed. I finished painting her nails, I was admiring my work when she spoke.

“Can you do me a favor, while they dry?”
I looked up at her slightly startled by her voice.
“Sure,”
“Can you grab me a water out of the fridge?”
I nodded, stood up, put the chair back in front of the vanity and left the room. I grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge, opened one and downed it.
“That’s better,” I mumbled as I returned to the bedroom.
I handed her the bottle of water.
“Thanks, nice job on my nails,” she opened the bottle and drank.

“Are you ready to shoot this?” I asked.
She finished off the water.
“If you are,”
I smiled at her, and picked up my camera.

I focused in on her freshly painted toes and zoomed out slowly. I moved around the bed, panning up from her toes to her feet, ankles and legs. She sat up and ran her hands down her legs, pausing at her ankles then running them back up her legs. I followed her hands back up her legs. I stopped at her thighs, and panned back down to her feet, I zoomed back to her toes focusing on her nails.