Mr. Line Brother

Mr. Line Brother(absolutely fictionally story)


     I had no idea what I was doing there. He was not even suppose to know me. How in the world did I manage to pull this off? I was scaried shitless when I got off the train. I have never been a woman afraid of men since I was in High School or Middle School, but this one had me dick whipped before I got up this morning. I made sure I had a pretty outfit for him, that I picked out a couple of days ago. I was in a purple hip hugging dress and purple earrings with a matching necklace. I wore black short boots because it was a long sleeve dress, and I knew it would be too cold for wedges. As I got off the train, and into the cab I nearly died. "He wasn't going to like me, he probably thinks I'm crazy," I whispered so the cab driver wouldn't hear me.

     I went into the restaurant and sat down. He was married. I dated his brother years ago but always wanted to know him as well. I would fantazie about him in ways his younger brother I knew could never satisfy me. And now, I was here terrified at my actions. We're friends but the fact that he stated he was attracted to me and wanted me was making my clit twitch. I am a christian and know better. Yet, I promised myself it would not go as far as this. Just a lunch. One lunch. I gasped, there he was with his light honey complexion, in his lavender collar shirt, and black tailored pants. I a huge smile stretched across his flawless face. His eyes, dimples, hell even his bald head seem to shine with delight by the sight of me. "Its only a lunch," I stated underneath my breath before walking to our table. xoxo Ms. English (ps if you like this fictional story, then let me know and I'll continue from where I stopped.)