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Nicki POV
I sat there staring at her. The way how her skin glowed under the hot sun and how her curly wild hair sparkled and her sexy figure all made me really admire her. I don't usually admire people, especially people I don't even know but with this stranger, it was different. She'd just moved in the big house across the street from me. She was helping pack all the stuff and then after that was now chilling on the porch with a group of boys whom I assumed were her brothers.
I didn't know her but I could tell that she had that tomboy vibe in her. The tight black t shirt hugged her upper body making her small breast visible through the shirt and the baggy adidas pants just hung loosely on her legs. How can somebody look so perfect without even trying?
Her laugh was sexy and so was her smile. Her fingers soon brushed through her hair, brushing the curly hairs away from her gorgeous face before propping her elbows up and having her legs wide open as her brothers continued to talk her ears off. She seemed daddy-ish. Giving off big dick energy. I won't be surprised if she does have a dick, rather I'll be happy.
Her eyes scanned her new neighborhood but I couldn't tell if she was satisfied with it. The neighborhood was quiet and calm, no ghetto shit happens around here, only sometimes. Anyways, her eyes still scanned the environment until they met with mine. My heart skipped a beat but I didn't really care that she caught me staring.
I didn't smile back or wave. I should have though. Rather I just simply looked away and picked up the book that I was planning on reading and went about my business. I couldn't help but to sneak small glances at her and anytime I did, our eyes would meet. Ugh, this was getting awkward and I'm getting irritated. Why does she have to keep catching me staring at her. Can I not admire her in peace?
She got up. I wonder where she was going. Probably back inside her new home. I ignored her and suddenly I was really interested in the book I was reading. I was so into it that I didn't even notice my new crush standing in front of me. I softly looked up with a small smile. She seemed mean as fuck. She looked like she played no games which made me crush even harder on her. That intense look was doing something to me.
"What's up?" I asked nonchalantly as If I didn't care for what she needed. But deep down, I was fangirling and going crazy.
She finally smiled which gave me butterflies. "Nothing, thought I could come say hey to you," She says and lord when I tell you that deep voice of hers had me dripping! It had me dripping real hard.
I scooted over and patted the empty space next to me signaling her to come sit with me. She obeyed and seemed a little relieved. Her scent filled my nose, burning my the small hairs in my nostrils. She smelled like a dad. The cologne she was wearing was very strong and now I just felt aroused.
"You smell good. You smell like a daddy," I say. I knew what the fuck I was doing, I couldn't help but to mentally smirk to myself. I swear, I hate myself sometimes.
