ChristianMalice
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- Joined
- Mar 29, 2013
Owen heard a small knock on his door as he was cleaning the place up. Who the hell even knew where he lived? He hadn't been here for very long. "Just a minute!" He yelled, piling the books he'd spilled next to the bookcase for later sorting.
Owen wasn't very social. He didn't go out too much, and he didn't have visitors. In fact, he figured this was probably either a salesman or a religious person. Greeeaaat.
Opening the door, his face immediately softened, his eyes widening a bit. "Jessie?" He was hardly dressed to meet with a student, a tight tank top and rather torn jeans wasn't what a teacher dressed like. She on the other hand...
She wore the shortest, tightest pair of shorts he'd ever seen, they could have been mistaken for underpants at this point. Her form fitting top accentuated her form and exposed her stomach. She looked... sexy.
"A-ah... Jessie! Sorry about not being dressed, I'll go put something on, did you need help...?" Even in this situation, his first instinct was to help her.
Owen wasn't very social. He didn't go out too much, and he didn't have visitors. In fact, he figured this was probably either a salesman or a religious person. Greeeaaat.
Opening the door, his face immediately softened, his eyes widening a bit. "Jessie?" He was hardly dressed to meet with a student, a tight tank top and rather torn jeans wasn't what a teacher dressed like. She on the other hand...
She wore the shortest, tightest pair of shorts he'd ever seen, they could have been mistaken for underpants at this point. Her form fitting top accentuated her form and exposed her stomach. She looked... sexy.
"A-ah... Jessie! Sorry about not being dressed, I'll go put something on, did you need help...?" Even in this situation, his first instinct was to help her.