He was always the last to leave. No one around but me and Mr. Austin now.My knees were apart and my hands clutched the stool between my thighs. I tur...ned the seat back and forth as I waited. Looking around the room at all the gear hanging on the walls, I missed Mr. Austin’s eyes on my legs. When I did notice, my heart just stopped. No really, it stopped. I drew a quick breath and nearly fainted. The shorts hung loosely around my thighs and he was getting a peek at my panties I was sure. Well,. Then, slowly, she returned to her place in front of me. Staring into my eyes she reached up and slowly started to unbutton her blouse. First, the top button. Then the next one, and the next one, then the next one. With trembling hands she reached the final button and slowly unbuttoned it. She then pulled the blouse from my slacks. “now, take it off.” I saidMy words were so soft yet blunt. She hesitated. “where is this going,” she asked. How on earth could this possibly help me? I said do what i. "I'll see you tonight," she said, and left."Tonight?" Susan said after Amy had left. "Oh, we're going to the movies," I said casually, resuming my painting."A date?" Susan asked, her eyebrow raised."No, just neighbors," I said. "I see," Susan said cryptically. She left after a few moments but returned as I was finishing up."It looks good," she said. "If you don't mind, I'm going to take a nap in the living room." She saw my expression and grinned, adding, "with my shirt on this time." Do you. I assumed she had moved onto another chump. Apparently, she had. But fucking April's younger sister, Aya, was the furthest thing from my mind until I received a text from her about 10 months after I dumped her sister.She said she needed to talk in person. We met for coffee. She looked even hotter than she had before. Tight jeans, maroon, suede ankle boots and a crop top t-shirt. She had turned 18 a few months back. She was tall and thin. Not too thin, either. She looked good,We met at a coffee.