A few days after that, Jack’s father left again, heading out to work on another big engineering project. As usual, Jack promised to stay in touch but his mind was on other things. Jack was getting close to graduating high school, Urgu and he were getting this band together and then there were the girls. There was Kazal, who still wouldn’t let him get anywhere with her and of course, there was Mirnda, a continual source of stimulation, wonder, guilt and frustration.
From then on, Mirnda became more physical with him, more intimate, telling him private things, confiding in him and he noticed a change in how she spoke to him. She would address him more as an equal and an adult, with less of the tone of a parent. Jack also noticed another trend; Mirnda was wearing more attractive outfits, was doing herself up a little and was even more free in the casual attire she chose to wear around the house.
She had always worn dresses that showed off her bust, but Jack began to observe that she wouldn’t always wear a bra, which caused her nipples to poke through the material. This would also cause his pulse to quicken. Sometimes she would leave a couple of buttons undone on her top and Jack think he saw a few new items make their debut; some shorter dresses, a tube top and best of all, some tightly fitting short shorts.
One weekend she was wearing these short shorts and stood in front of him as he was reading a magazine on the couch. Her hips were at his eye level and when she walked over to him, he immediately ogled her sensational camel toe and went bright red. He was unable to form a sentence, so she giggled and walked away, saying, “You’re obviously distracted.”
Was she doing this for my benefit, or to simply make herself feel better, younger, prettier? Jack doubted she was that happy or excited by his father, even when he was around, so he also considered the possibility that she might have a lover on the side. Whatever the case, her manner, dress and behavior towards him had changed.
One evening after playing some music in his bedroom with Urgu, Jack went into the kitchen and Mirnda was in there making a snack. She was wearing her silky, silver robe, barely done up in the front. As Jack got closer he could see more cleavage than he’d ever seen before on her and it was obvious Mirnda wasn’t wearing a bra. Before Mirnda acknowledged that she had noticed him, she leaned forward to fetch something out of a drawer, her robe falling open and Jack could see an entire breast.
Mirnda’s nipple was in clear sight, something Jack had dreamed about but never seen. Still in that position, she looked up at him, smiled and said, “Hey,” happily. Standing back up, but without adjusting her robe, she went on. “That sounded really good, Jack.”
Jack’s was sure it wasn’t true but it was nice of her to say. Jack then glanced down and ogled her tit. At this angle, her nipple was covered again, but only just. Practically, the whole, big, beautiful shape of her breast was on view and Jack couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Mirnda stretched. She pulled her arms over her head in an exaggerated motion and let out a long, contented sigh. The result of this was that the robe was readjusted and once again, her tit spilled out, momentarily revealing everything. Jack was spellbound and when she looked at him, Jack blushed bright red, his jaw wide open.
“Oops,” she said with a giggle and casually fixed her robe to cover herself up, but it still wasn’t fastened too much. Did she want me to see? Was she trying to get a reaction from me, was she being a flirt or was it all innocent fun? Jack couldn’t tell, partially because his mind was now a complete muddle.
“Baby, I’m going to have a bath and turn in, will you give me a hug?” Mirnda said softly, walking towards Jack.
She pressed her body against his and as she did, Jack looked down to view her bust again. He could see the beginning of her areola as the robe was barely covering her. Jack was hard as a rock and when Mirnda held herself against him, he was certain she could feel him, just as he could feel her tits and hips. She rested her head against his chest and let out a long sigh. “Mmmmmm. I love your hugs these days, Jack,” she said as her arms encircled him.
Jack put his hand on her waist and it felt wonderful. He’d never really touched her anywhere other than her back, hands or shoulders and this felt new and exciting. Jack gave her waist a little squeeze and she didn’t pull away, just kept on hugging him. She looked up at him, stood on her tiptoes and gave him a tiny, quick kiss. This time, for the first time, the kiss landed on his lips. It was only a little peck, quite innocent, but it felt like he’d been slapped across the face.
Jack noticed that Mirnda blushed and quickly released herself from the embrace. She mumbled a few things incoherently then left the room. Jack wasn’t sure, but she appeared to be flustered. What was going on?
Jack went to his room and looked in the mirror. He wondered to himself if Mirnda was attracted to him physically or if her isolation was causing her to seek warmth and comfort in the closest person. Jack didn’t think he looked bad. He was skinny and a little ungainly, but Kazal was a pretty girl, so he couldn’t have been ugly. It wasn’t impossible to believe that he could attract a woman, even one as stunning as Mirnda.
