Maybe it was for one of the other tenants! I sheepishly looked at the invoice inside, a piece of A5 paper folded in two. I considered it could be for ...eather who’d ordered it before her last-minute flight to be with her family in Canada. She’d simply forgotten to cancel/redirect it. But in the eight months since she’d moved in I’d only ever seen her in a dress or skirt a couple of times, that was in summer and she’d been best as I could tell, bare-legged. She could of course wear tights under. “You smell so good, Ethan.” “And you smell like vanilla and what is that? Roses? God, Abby, I can’t wait to see what you taste like.” He drops to his knees in front of me and pulls up my shirt, kissing my stomach as his hands slide up under the bottom of my shorts. His hands knead my ass as his mouth moves to my waistband. I push my hips towards him, wanting desperately for there not to be layers of fabric between us. He stands up and I can’t help but let out a whine. I’m so ready for. I finally put on my clothes and walked home. Once home, I went to my bedroom and lie down and fell a sleep. I only awoke when my mother popped her head into my room and told me that dinner was ready. I went onto the bathroom to pee, and then noticed in the mirror, that I had white crust on my chin. It then dawned on me that this was still from earlier and wondered if my mother had seen it, and if she did, did she know what it was. I quickly washed it off and went down for dinner. I ate my. Her being a friend of one of my "good friends" and having had a few longer counseling sessions before with me about her boyfriend problems, I knew that she wasn't exactly the type that I would be hitting on.Not that I actually had a type that I would be hitting on. It's not as if I had much choice in the matter. What is a 5'3", 110 lbs (soaking wet) wispy wippy guy going to have as a type? He'll be lucky at getting any. Not that I had ever gotten any. I was a 21year old virgin who had yet to.