I was sitting on the couch in the corner of the living room, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the backrest, trying to look relaxed even though my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies that refused to settle.
The party had really picked up now—the music thumped louder through the speakers, a steady bass that vibrated in my chest, and people moved in small groups across the floor. Some danced in loose circles, hips swaying, arms raised, others stood near the snack table chatting over something, laughter cutting through the noise every few seconds.
I kept glancing toward the front door every time it opened, heart jumping each time, only to feel the drop when it wasn't her. Chloe was already late. She was supposed to be here by now. Her family lived right next door, it wasn't like traffic or anything could hold them up.
The thought kept circling in my head: maybe she decided not to come, maybe something came up, maybe she didn't want to see me after all. I took another sip from the glass of juice I'd grabbed earlier, the cold orange tang doing nothing to calm the nervous heat. Mom had been very clear—no alcohol for me tonight. She'd said with that loving-but-firm look, so juice was all I had. It tasted flat now, like everything else while I waited.
Across the room, Bella and Lara were dancing together near the center of the open space. They moved like they'd practiced it a hundred times—hands resting on each other's waists, bodies close enough that their hips brushed every time they turned.
Bella's short black hair swung with the motion, her blue mini dress catching the light and shimmering, the hem riding higher on her thighs with each step so the smooth skin flashed more. Lara's leather jacket was open, the strapless white crop top clinging tight to her breasts, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric as she laughed and spun under Bella's arm.
They looked too intimate for just friends, faces close when they whispered something, smiles secret, fingers lingering a second longer than necessary on hips and lower backs. I tried to ignore it, tried not to let my mind wander, but every time Bella pulled Lara in for a playful dip and their bodies pressed together, cleavage to cleavage, it was hard not to wonder. I looked away, focusing on the door again.
Mom moved through the crowd like she owned every inch of the room, which she kind of did. She checked the snack table, refilled a punch bowl, laughed at something one of her friends said, her red qipao shifting with every step.
The high slits parted to show long strips of milky thigh, the crisscross strings pulling tight against her skin, and her F-cups strained against the silk every time she leaned forward. Sofia came and went from the stairs every twenty minutes or so, disappearing upstairs to check on the baby, then returning with that gentle smile, her golden dress still shimmering under the lights. She'd adjusted the neckline once or twice, tugging it up when it slipped too low, but the deep plunge still showed the full swell of her breasts, creamy tops rising with her breath.
I sprawled deeper into the couch cushions, glass balanced on my knee, staring at the main door. Any second now. Any second Chloe would walk in.
The front door finally opened.
Two women stepped inside, shaking light snow from their coats. My breath caught in my throat.
It was Chloe and her mom, Mrs. Amber.
I shot to my feet so fast the couch cushion slid sideways. Chloe looked around the room, scanning faces, and when her eyes found mine her whole face brightened. She waved, small and shy, the way she always did, and my heart slammed against my ribs.
She looked incredible.
She wore a pink fit-and-flare dress that seemed made for her—innocent on the surface but somehow devastating at the same time. The bodice was fitted tight around her bust, the soft fabric molding to the full, heavy shape of her big E-cup breasts, pushing them up gently so they sat high and round, the neckline low enough to show the smooth upper curves and the faint shadow of cleavage that deepened when she breathed.
Delicate floral patterns embroidered across the chest and skirt gave it a sweet, romantic feel, but the way the material clung to her waist and flared out over her hips made it impossible to ignore how curvy she was.
The skirt flared softly to mid-thigh, swaying with every step, and underneath she had high thigh-high stockings in a pale nude shade that matched her skin almost perfectly. The gap between the hem of the dress and the lacy tops of the stockings showed a wide strip of smooth, soft, creamy and plushy thighs the kind of skin that looked like it would give under the slightest pressure. Every time she moved, the stockings shifted slightly, the lace tops gripping her flesh, and the exposed thigh jiggled just a fraction, innocent but impossibly tempting.
Her hair was down, loose waves falling past her shoulders, catching the fairy lights so strands glowed gold and pink. She looked elegant, breathtaking, like she'd stepped out of some soft-focus dream, and my hand gripped the necklace box in my pocket so hard.
Mrs. Amber walked beside her, smiling politely at the room, her copper hair pinned up, wearing a sleek black wrap dress that hugged her fit, tanned body and showed off her own F-cups in a deep V-neck. But I barely noticed her. All I could see was Chloe.
She walked straight toward me, tits jiggling softly with each step, the dress swaying around her thighs, stockings whispering against her skin. My mouth went dry. I tried to smile, but it came out crooked and nervous.
"Hey." she said when she reached me, eyes bright.
"Hey" I managed. My voice cracked on the word. Great start.
She tilted her head, smile widening. "You look good."
"Y-you look beautiful too," I stammered, then immediately wanted to disappear. "I mean—really beautiful. The dress is… wow."
She laughed, light and sweet, cheeks tinting pink. "Thanks. Mom helped me pick it out. She said it was perfect for a New Year's party."
I nodded too fast. "Yeah. It is. Perfect."
We stood there for a second, both a little awkward, the noise of the party swirling around us. I scrambled for something to say.
"Decorations look pretty," she said, glancing around. "Did your mom do all this?"
"Yeah." I answered, grateful for the lifeline. "She was really excited about the party. Spent all morning on the cake and lights and everything."
Chloe nodded, eyes scanning the room again. "It's nice. Feels… festive. Your mom must be really excited."
"She is." I said. "She loves this kind of thing. New Year's, family, friends, all of it."
Chloe smiled softly. "That's sweet. My mom's the same way with holidays. She was talking about your mom all week. Said she couldn't wait to catch up."
I laughed a little, relaxing just a fraction. "Yeah, they're always like that."
"Exactly." Chloe said, giggling. "Mom said your mom sent her a picture of the cake this morning. She was jealous."
I grinned. "Mom would love that. She'd probably make another one just to show off."
Then Sofia appeared behind me, stepping out from the crowd with that gentle smile of hers.
"Oh, Chloe." she said warmly, "you look so pretty in that dress."
Chloe turned, eyes lighting up. "Hello, Sofia! Thank you."
To be continued…
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