An uninvited sleepover
KYRA
As always,the commute using my sigil is quick, and it’s Angie’s first-time tagging along. No images flash, but I suspected they wouldn’t, and she grins as my sigil fades from existence. Ashlyn and Alise decided walking fitted their mood, mentioning, “It’s a great moment to get to know one another.” I regret not doing the same.
“Ohh, your room is cuter now.” Angie’s sparkling personality shows. “It’s cozy with rugs, pictures, plants, and stuffed animals. Wait…” I watch her smile fade. “Why do you have an abundance of stuffed animals, and why do they look like–this?” Grabbing one, she holds it by its elongated leg.
“Don’t worry about that.” Snatching it from her, I mutter, “Practice makes perfect.”
“No, practice makes progress, and progress makes perfection. You can’t skip steps, Kyra.”
“No one is–” *Sigh* “Anyways, I have something for you.” Tossing my failures aside, I pick up a box stashed beneath my bed, which reminds me to rid myself of the many failed copies it took creating her present. Twenty-three to be exact. “Here.”
“What is it?” she yells, animated and brewing with excitement.Unaware, or in her case, she might be aware that her breasts are bouncing out of control. A flick away from popping out of her dress.
“Simmer down, Angie. I’m not trying to get flashed.” I chuckle at her dismissive wave. The gift is wrapped to near perfection, and it took two, maybe four, tries. All white with cute, black skulls on the wrapping. Even a black bow has a skull where the knot’s tied. “I tried making it to your liking.”
Being in a magical realm, I have endless possibilities of gifts, pizzazz, and other ‘wow’ factors. While I was raised by mortals, I didn’t start receiving gifts until well into my adult years, so wrapped presents mean a lot.
“Kyra, are you joking? I’ve never received a gift like this.” Perplexity flashes across her face. “I don’t know what you got me, but it’s already the best thing ever.” Her lips begin quivering, and her eyes water in an instant.
“Nope, don’t you dare tear up, Angie. You’ve done so much for me without asking anything in return. This is one of many thanks for being an amazing friend.”
Nothing surprises me when it pertains to her, but after seeing Angie cry over the smallest things, I’m convinced she is a hard softy. And by this, I mean she can stare death, danger, and other horrific adventures in the eye without blinking, but do something sweet and well…
I hand over the gift, forcing back a warming sting around my eyes, because we are not crying, and return a smile. I’m fascinated that she has never received a present like this.
“Can I open it now?” she asks, giving it a once-over with wide eyes.
“Of course you can. Sit right here.”
We move to my bed and perch, sitting side by side, when a thudding sonance draws my attention. She shakes the shit out of the box, and I’m beyond glad it’s nothing breakable. Though at this rate, I could be wrong.
“What is it?”
“Stop shaking it and find out. I’m not ruining your surprise.” I chuckle.
“And you’re sure there’s no conditions attached? This is mine?”
“What? Angie there’s no strings attached, and yes, it’s yours.” What has she been through where a simple gift comes with conditions? Either way, it’s sad, and I’ll do better at giving her more. “No one is taking this from you, so help the fay who tries. Open it,” I demand, facing her and sitting with my legs criss-crossed.
Excitement beams off her expression as she pulls both ends of the bow, careful not to damage it. She smiles big, placing it beside her, then proceeds with caution to unwrap her gift. If I had to compare, it’s equivalent to watching someone defuse a bomb.
This explains her eagerness when my mystery box appeared, containing the Awakening dress.Why haven’t Ethan or Alex given this sweet girl a present?A question I’ll bring to their attention.
Before long, Angie pulls the tape off the lid and is close to viewing what’s inside. Patience isn’t victorious at this particular moment, so I assist, awaiting her response. She shrieks, leaping up and tossing the box aside.
“Kyra!” Is the last clear word I hear before an onslaught of questions comes at me in rapid succession. I’m able to retain two out of many, grasping what is important.
“Where and how doesn’t matter. Make sure this toy is exactly how you remembered it.” She ignores my response but follows up, asking if I got myself one. I did. Hell, after so many mistakes, I’m lucky two of them work. Then again, there is one with an electrical pulse. A little too shocking for my taste but if Angie’s into it…
Despite it all, I’m still embarrassed. And it doesn’t help that this Academy is filled to the brim with attractive males. In all my years of living, I’ve never required a release this strong.
“Show me,” she demands, clutching the toy against her chest, which pushes her breasts up, leaving the vibrator snug between two fluffy tits.
Isnort, setting mine on my lap, and speak in a secretive manner. “Meet B.O.B.”
“B.O.B.?”
