Her eyes were sparkling like stars and her lips were naturally red as a crimson rose. Ayesha was about two years younger than me.I’ll spare you guys... the cliché. But as years went by – we grew really close to each other. We always looked forward to coming back home from school or college and stopping by each other’s room before we got to ours. We had friends outside but we preferred playing together. We played so many role playing games where I would be the husband returning home to his wife and. “What will you have to drink?” she asked, cursing her shyness in front of this girl who was 10 years her junior, yet it was she who was acting like a s*******n year old on a first date. “Just water, honey. I want to have all my wits about me to savour you” Clara replied in a way that sent an electric shock right through Angie, making her tummy flutter. She could feel herself blushing again and took a gulp from her glass. The girl reached out and touched her bare arm. “Take it easy baby” she. I painted them the same pink like her lipstick. Finally Idressed her in a light gray blouse and a pink short skirt. Some graystiletto boots with low 2.5-inch heels as well as a bracelet and somerings gave the final touch.Now it was my time to admire her. She had grown so quickly into alovely young lady.I turned her facing the mirror. Her eyes went wide. I think, shecouldn't imagine that she could look that lovely and (if I may say so)hot. They boys would go crazy to get a chance with her. But. ‘We switched bedrooms on you two that night.’ Both Frank and Ernest gasped in unison. ‘It was dark in the bedrooms, and neither of you ever knew the difference’ Sally added. ‘How did you manage that?, Frank asked, still breathless. ‘You weren’t dressed alike. How did you get through the living room, without us noticing?’ ‘We would have noticed you going into the wrong rooms,’ Ernest added, forming his words with difficulty. ‘Besides we kissed goodnight!’ ‘As drunk as we were, we thought of.