My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter XXXVIII

"What are you doing in my room?" Andreas stood grinning his waist. Staring at Mariana from top to bottom, then turned his face. Embarrassed.

"Take my shirt. You didn't see? It's." Mariana pointed at the clothes she had placed on the bed.

"You are shameless, or is it your habit to seduce in the house just wrapped in a towel?" ask Andreas. His face was flushed with anger.

"Ehh! It's my house, like my heart, to?"

"But in this house you're not living."

"I think all day long, I'm the one who lives in this house." Mariana quips. He picked up his clothes, wanting to get out of there quickly. Lazy to see Andreas's face.

Andreas fell silent. He only paid attention to Mariana's activities. However, his face turned a crimson red, as his eyes flashed on his CD lying on the floor. Nah! More precisely, on Mariana's footing.

The girl who was picking up her clothes, fell to the side as she was pushed suddenly by Andreas. The towel came back loose.

"Adoooooee!"

Nahas is also for Andreas. He also fell, when he wanted to pick up the CD. Her legs slipped after rejecting Mariana.

He fell on Mariana's body. His hand was right on the chest of the girl. Their eyes meet. Astounded.

1, 2, 3 ...

Bugh!

Mariana's pounder lands on Andreas' jaw. After being punched, his body was pushed to the side with all its might, resulting in his head being hit by the foot of the bed. The man was in pain.

Mariana rolled her body to the side, away from Andreas. His hand then pulled the cloth shirt lying on the floor when he fell earlier to cover his body that was not wrapped in cloth.

Embarrassed. Angrier. Growled. That's how he feels now. He dared not look at Andrew's face. If possible he wanted to hide in an ant hole.

Andreas was able to wake up after realizing the situation, bringing himself out of the room. Embarrassed. Angrier. Growled. That's how he feels, but to whom? By yourself? Or Mariana? I don't know.

His feet were limp, his breathing was hunting. His heart beat rapidly, blood seemed to boil, sweat began to pour down his forehead.

Andreas was sitting limp on the wet ground, in front of Mariana's courtyard. He stared at his palm. Still feels the delicate skin Mariana imprinted there. Instantly ringing in her ears, Mariana's words as they go on a mission of 'capturing Ghosts.'

"Cis! Flat chest like ironing board. He wants to show you a look."

'Bada flat?' inner asked.

He looked back at his palm. Instantly his body temperature increased. Sweat is now more. The groin feels throbbing. Reflex he tightens his thighs.

"Gee! Kribooo!" screams bailed.

Mariana frowned behind the door of her room that morning. Hm! Morning by noon actually, because the time has shown at 11.30 WITA. All night he just hid under his thick blanket. Dare not go out, afraid to meet Andreas.

After feeling safe, he opened the door of his room, stepping out of his hiding place.

However, his steps came to a halt as Andreas had also just walked out of his room. They stared for a moment, then Mariana fenced back into her room. Andreas, too, ran back into his room.

"Ahh, fuck!" Mariana. He sits on the bed.

"Why is this hour still at home?" ask him to yourself. "But yesterday, early in the morning, he was gone" he continued.

While Andreas ...the man was engrossed pacing around in the room. He blames himself. Why can't you forget the hour Mariana woke up.

All night he could not sleep, having run around the house almost twenty rounds to suppress his sudden arousal . He was only able to close his eyes when the chicken crowed the third time because it was no longer able to withstand drowsiness.

But now, how? He has no face to meet Mariana. Last night's events are still in his memory.

"Oh, I can't stand this. I'm gonna pee." He closed his thighs. His forehead has shrunk by a thousand.

Andreas looked at his head from behind the door. Wailing there looking at Mariana.

There's none. Goody. He walked out while closing his thighs because urine was already full in his bladder.

As his feet reached the door leading to the kitchen, he bumped into Mariana there. Their bodies almost collided.

Andreas immediately grabbed his body against the wall of the house, while hiding his face. It stood attached like a pedicab.

Mariana misbehaved, she stood stiff in place. Shame to look at Andreas' face. He set the pace leaving Andreas, but after a few steps, he stood back to his back.

"Ehem!" Pounding, try to melt the atmosphere.

"Forget what happened last night." His voice was whispering, but it could still be heard by Andreas' ears.

"Suppose nothing happened. You hear no?"

"I - i - yes. A - I don't remember a - anything," Andreas replied stammeringly.

Mariana smiled. He wanted to destroy Andreas, but his shame was more self-controlled.

"Isha! Damnit damnit! I take care of myself only for future husbands, but you hold on first" said Mariana upset. He stomped his feet several times, then passed leaving Andreas.

"Isshh, shame ...."