Novi's Tale

"I never known a man in the world who wouldn't rather fuck just as soon as look at me," said Novi as the sunlight filtered through her hair where she stood brushing it above me on the steps one warm April morning. She looked like a Roman Goddess.

"Your father," I said. Novi frowned. I had her. I was so clever.
Her breasts were magnificent from this angle. Young ripe and supple.

"I didn't have a father. I was raised by my grandmother."
"Everyone has a father."
"Yeah, well I never knew mine. And for all I know he never knew me. So if he saw me today he wouldn't know I was his daughter. And he'd probably want to fuck me."

She finished brushing her hair and tied it back in a tight quick tail using a hair tie she had deftly stored on her wrist.

"That's disgusting."
"What? Fucking me? No it isn't. I'm a great lay."
"I can only imagine."
"And that's all you'll ever be able to do baby."

She hopped over me and descended the stairway, one foot in front of the other in that classic Jayne Mansfield gait that makes a girl's ass wobble like a peach. I sat up and watched her disapear down the sidewalk and into street. Two cars stopped, their drivers leaned out and both whistled in unison. Novi laughed and tossed back her hair as she looked over her shoulder to wink at me.

It was so innocuously flirtacious and sexy. She was just brimming with sex appeal. It sort of made me wish for a brief moment that she could find a guy who would appreciate her for her brains as much as for her body. Made me want to be that sort of a guy...

But then she blew me a kiss and ran off down the road. Her breasts bouncing. Magnificent at a distance. Her long legs tan and perfect.

Who was I kidding? I'd do her in a fucking heartbeat.