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Steve came home from a sociology class to a general uproar Friday afternoon. “Have you heard about it?” Justin said as Steve put down his backpack. “What? Did someone run us out of milk again?” Steve joked. “Just read this,” Anthony ordered. “Read it off my screen.” The email had been sent anonymously, but specifically to the guys that shared the house- Steve, Anthony, Gabe, Justin, and Dieter. Steve read with mounting astonishment. —- You guys have really gotten our attention. We’re a group of five girls that share a house and we’re students like you. We’ve had kind of a frustrating time fitting in- we’ve each tried sororities and just didn’t like all the drama. We’d like to get to know you. We all met on a photo shoot at the University where one of us is a photographer. We have a problem though. We’ve all had painful experiences with boyfriends. We’d like to stay in control of our relationships, for a little while anyway. So we’ve done quite a bit of research on you five. Truthfully, we’ve been stalking you. We hope you’ll forgive us. We really like what we see. You’re nice guys, you don’t drink too much, you’re all fantastically cute and you do really nice things for people. We want to appreciate you one by one just for being nice guys and we think you’re all going to love this. Maybe we’ll end up being friends- we think you’ll like us too. We’re going to keep our names to ourselves for now. The girl we’ll call “Monday” has chosen Steve to appreciate. She has observed him, for example, helping people with computer problems at the senior center, he helped a woman pick up her groceries when the bag ripped, and she saw him give back some extra change that a cashier had given him by mistake. Here’s how it’s going to work. All five of you need to go down in your basement on Monday night at 9:00. I don’t know if you know that it used to be a darkroom, and it is very well light proofed. Set up nine chairs- four on one side of the room for you boys and four on the other side of the room for us. Steve will need a chair in the middle. Make sure there isn’t anything to trip on, and make sure the film closet is accessible and free of obstacles. Injuries will put a damper on our game. We want it absolutely dark. Close the Acıbadem escort bayan door, turn out the lights and wait in the dark for us. Steve, I hope you’ll be okay with a very intimate thank you. If not, put a can of pest repellent outside your front door and you won’t hear from any of us again. We hope you’ll accept though, because Monday is really looking forward to this. She has some delicious surprises planned for you, and honestly, she’s hot, she’s smart, and you’d be a fool to pass her up. We will all be in the room while Monday appreciates Steve, but it’s unlikely that we’ll say much. You will be free to talk, of course. Please let me emphasize that if we feel threatened in any way or if you turn on the lights or otherwise try to identify us, you won’t hear from us again. You won’t try that though. Love, Thursday, for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday —- “Shit.” was all Steve could think to say. “You’re going to do it, right? I think you should do it.” said Dieter. “I’m a nice guy too. I want to be appreciated.” “What if they’re all ugly, ” said Gabe. “What if they’re fat or they have issues?” “Well,” said Steve thoughtfully, “it’s going to be dark, so I don’t think how ‘Monday’ looks is going to be an issue for me. She’s probably just going to kiss me or something. Just so long as she doesn’t have bad breath.” “I like voluptuous women anyway,” said Dieter. “You should do it.” A lively discussion followed, and the guys decided they could handle any eventuality (What if it’s actually guys? What if they try to rob the house?) “And Steve,” Anthony added, “you need to tell us exactly what’s happening.” “What? No!” Steve said, laughing. “You’ll all get your turns.” “And if you tell us what’s going on,” Gabe said, “then we’ll have to do the same thing for you when it’s our turn.” Steve thought about having to sit in the dark four more evenings, not being able to tell what was happening. “Okay. I’ll tell you what’s going on, but I reserve the right to keep things to myself if I think Monday is getting skittish.” “Agreed.” Justin said, “My video camera has a night mode. You think we should try to record this?” “I don’t think so,” Anthony said, “If the girls Escort Kaynarca bring a night vision camera, they’ll know we’re cheating and they’ll evaporate. I’m willing to do this one exactly the way they say to. Just please keep us up on the details, Steve. We’re going to be dying in there.” After dinner on Monday, Steve took a shower, and shaved. He didn’t know what he was preparing for. What does a guy wear to get “appreciated”, whatever that meant? Since it would be dark, so he settled on a t-shirt and shorts and flip flops. It tended to get warm in the basement. At nine o’clock sharp, the guys took their places, Anthony, Gabe, Justin, and Dieter in the chairs on the side of the room furthest from the door and Steve in the chair in the middle. They turned out the light. “Shit, it really is dark in here,” Justin said, “I was kind of hoping there would be at least a little light.” Suddenly, they heard a woman laugh upstairs and she was joined by the others. The guys were straining to hear any clue about the girls. “Looks like Monday’s not a pest!” “Shut up, Wednesday, I’m nervous enough as it is.” “That’s her,” said Dieter, “that one’s your Monday, Steve.” Steve just took an enormous breath and let it out shakily. He had a pretty respectable hard-on in spite of his nerves, and he really didn’t know if it was going to make things worse or better. The girls were in the door. There was a slight shift in the way the air felt as five more people entered the dark room. One of the girls said, “Hi guys, can you tell us where the chairs are so we don’t fall down?” All of the guys started talking at once. The girls laughed, but managed to find their chairs with only one banged shin. Steve cleared his throat, “Monday? I’m over here. Can you follow my voice?” A few light steps came directly to him, and he heard one of the other girls whisper from the wall, “What a sweetie!” Steve could hear Monday breathing as she paused for a few moments. She set a small bag on the floor next to the chair, then he felt her hand bump into his shoulder. He tried to imagine what she would look like, but all he had was the feeling of her hand running across his neck and over to his other shoulder Aydınlı escort as she slowly walked around him, getting a feel for where he was. “What’s going on?” Anthony hissed. “You said you’d tell us.” “H-hold on a second.” Steve said. “Monday, put your ear by my mouth, I want to ask you something.” He felt the girl bend down, her hair just touching his face. “We have a deal that we’re each going to tell the other guys what’s happening- if that’s okay with you.” She thought for a moment, then whispered a barely audible “Yes.” “Okay, guys, uh, she pretty much just touched my shoulder, so calm down… and her hair smells fantastic.” There were some giggles and whispering from the girls’ side of the room. They clearly hadn’t thought of this plan, and it made things a little more daring for them. “She’s running her hands through my hair now, over my face, down my… whoops.” “What? What’s she doing?” “She just sat down on my lap. She’s facing me and she has her hands on my chest. She hardly seems to weigh anything at all.” Dieter said a mild “Damn. They’re probably all skinny” from the darkness. Steve felt her hands run down his arms and take his hands. “That was Dieter,” Steve said, “he prefers to have his hands, uh, full.” Monday was raising Steve’s hands, and put them on her shoulders. She was wearing the softest, thinnest angora sweater he had ever felt. She let go of his right hand and put her hand back on his shoulder and moved his hand and her hand at the same time. He got the idea that he was supposed to mimic her. “I think she wants me to copy what she’s doing. My hands are on her shoulders and she’s wearing a really soft sweater.” Monday’s hands travelled up to Steve’s neck and tickled him out to the point of his chin. He copied her every move, feeling the heat from her skin on his fingertips. He followed her up her cheekbones, into her hair, which was straight and very soft and seemed to be very long. Steve imagined Monday’s blond hair and he took a deep breath, hoping to breathe its scent again. Monday leaned forward, her hair touching Steve’s face, and ran her hands slowly down his sides. Her waist felt thin and muscular to him and he was surprised to feel a couple of inches of bare skin between the sweater and what turned out to be a very short skirt. She was “showing” him exactly what she wanted, her hands resting on Steve’s thighs. Suddenly her hands were gone and Steve was worried for a moment that this was all that would happen, then a fingertip touched his lips and tapped them a couple of times.
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