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I was clutching the oversized shirt I had donned while my mind went crazy with all the possibilities my legs could birth. I had my mind in override mode when I heard the water running in the shower.

Priscilla had told me she wanted my legs before she went to have a shower. She let me hang in suspense wile she enjoyed her bath. I was shaking my head from side to side and trying to shake away all the thought that were flooding my mind. After all that, I covered my face with my hands as I blushed to death. I threw myself on the bed and spread out my limbs, trying to accept what I had thought was going to happen.

We are either going to have sex, or she is going to cut my legs.

Ah! I wish I could ask her to kiss my toes before she cut my legs away.

Oi, hold on. Both of those options were extreme ones. What if she wanted something mild? Well, what was mid of asking for my legs?

I crumbled in a ball and laid there for a while, when an idea struck me.

What if I run away?

I don't know her. I don't owe her (much) anyway. I will be gone from this country in two days, so I don't think she will mind my disappearance all that much.

YOU CAN'T HAVE REGRETS IF YOU DON'T THINK ABOUT THEM!

Keeping that thought in mind, I climbed up, picked my stuff and opened the front door.

Just at that moment, Priscilla walked out of the shower covered in nothing but a pink towel. Her fair skin offsetting against the mild colored towel was a sight to behold. Her curves were inviting, and her strong legs were smooth. Smooth as butter. She was tending her wet hair with her strong arms, while

her whole body smelled like jasmine.

I gulped while I was staring at her and closed the door behind me. I walked to her and kept on staring into her eyes. At first, she moved her head to her side and gave me a 'WHAT?' look. Then she whipped her hair over her shoulder. The wet hair laying on one of her boobs was the moment I almost jumped on her. Instead, I kept on looking in her eyes. She was smiling at my dedication and bent over to (what I presumed) kiss me.

Immediately, confusion and awkwardness clouded my brain and I took a step back. I also raised my arms to stop her from bending even more, but I didn't raise them enough. Both of my palms cupped her breasts.

”EEEK!” That is how I responded to her.

Priscilla stood back up properly while I began to sweat profusely.

She read my mind and said,” Please don't apologize. This stuff happens all the time.”

”EH?!” I was shocked as how maturely she was taking my gesture. ”it's normal?”

She nodded like a sincere child. ”Yup! Yup! Every time we have a post-practice shower. Just like in a boys' locker room, we also have a common shower. So, everyone either plays around or pokes or teases else's body.” She gave out a sigh and continued, ”I guess these little things take an affect on your body.”

”What… kind of effects?” I asked her shamelessly.

”Oh, you know, more time requirement to feel good. Stimulation takes a while to kick in. you have been poked or played around so much, you need something to kick start that feeling.”

I really wanted to whip open a notebook and take notes.

”In the meantime, the boy comes. Now you are feeling tired and anxious as well as pissed off. At this rate, I wonder if a boy can even please me in the future.”

”What about a girl then?” I blurted out shamelessly.

”MMM? Never thought about it. I guess a thought of someone of my own gender touching me isn't as comfortable in practice.” She tried to hide her embarrassment as much as she could.

But since I am a dumb human being, I didn't let go of the topic when everything was said and done.

”Well, you are comfortable with other girls. Slipping from that comfort to pleasure isn't that big of a hurdle.” I explained.

”Oh. Hey Madonna, do you swing that way?”

HEH? Did she read too much through the lines and concluded I was a lesbian. What a smart girl.

”That is up for discovery!” I said with a quirky smile.

Goddammit. Do I WANT her to have sex with me? I could have simply denied that fact. Instead I try to become a smartass and raise even more questions.

Awkwardly smiling, Priscilla side stepped the topic, ”Ahaha. Nice way to put it. Anyway, lets have some dinner.”

Somebody, punch me in the face please.

It was around 11 in the night. I had been at Priscilla's place for one hour and forty-seven minutes. We were sitting on the bed, with take outs in front of us. We had noodles from a Chinese place, Butter Chicken from a Punjabi Store and shortcakes from a local bakery. It was not a spread, but it did make a nice three-course meal.

She was wearing a black laced semi-transparent bra and matching panties, and a bathrobe over it. Her cleavage was still visible, and a little window which exposed her strongly built thighs made me feel some type of way.

I asked Priscilla for some water, but she said that I should drink some beer instead. When I asked for her refrigerator, she guided me towards a mini fridge in her cupboard, full of beer and soft drinks. I returned to the bed with two beers and continued with our dinner. The first beer of my life tasted horrible, but it complimented the heavily spiced dishes we were relishing.

After packing all the take-out boxes in a garbage bag, we decided to go for a walk. Priscilla took her sling bag with her and said she might meet some of her friends on the way, which she did. She always dug her hand into her sling bag and shook hands with them after. It happened four times in total.

We came back from our late-night stroll and Priscilla cracked her knuckled.

”So, Miss Madonna, please take a seat on the bed and be comfortable. Its time for you to pay a favor.”

”I almost thought that you were going to forget about that.” I said in a consistent but dry tone.

She laughed loudly and said,” HAHAHA. How could I forget about that? I was waiting the whole time for this moment.”

I accepted my fate and sat on the corner of the bed. Priscilla threw her sling bag and stripped out of her bathrobe, walking towards me with jiggling breasts in front. She was a treat to look at.

She bent over and whispered 'Don't worry, it wont take long' in my ear, which resulted in goosebumps all over my body.

She went down on her knees and touched my right leg. My heart skipped a beat. She had one hand under my foot, and another one under my thigh. She ran her hand over the sole of my foot while she rubbed my thigh. I couldn't see her doing all that, so I couldn't help but close my eyes.

I guess its sex time now.

”Wow, that is so awesome.” Priscilla exclaimed.

'What?' I opened my eyes and saw her looking at my leg like she was inspecting a flintlock rifle or something.

She was still running her hand all over my calf and foot, but it felt more soothing than erotic anymore. I guess that exclamation did kill off the vibe.

”That is so strong. Such strong muscles. And this foot. This is a piece of art. The true weapon to an athlete.” Priscilla went on fangirling over my leg. I couldn't help but crack a smile.