Normally I hate Sundays, but this one just had a great feeling to it. I’d slept in till noon and not bothered to change into actual clothing, and why should I? Roommate’s out of town and my schedule’s blissfully empty. A day of lounging around my apartment in my panties before the semester begins is practically necessary.
I put the tea kettle on and pulled my sloppy ponytail loose, letting my thick, dark brown curls to fall past my shoulders in a tousle typical of a long night in bed. I had on some high school t-shirt that I’d cut the collar out of, providing generous glimpses of my sloping, pale collar bones and chest. That and a pair of black lacy panties that don’t quite contain the curve of my ass, but few panties do.
Just when my kettle began to whistle and I was pressed into the counter, reaching for a mug did I hear a knock at the door. I padded across the living room, barefoot atop the wooden floor to open the door, finding my sister’s boyfriend. I don’t know how Amy always got guys like this, but Dominick was my favorite so far. Tanned skin, dark brown hair in that artful sweep that’s just messy enough to assure you they didn’t try, a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow, and blue eyes. Swoon.