Capturing his heart
Author’s pov
Bridget went inside to take her bath and used Taylor's master bedroom bathroom. Her time with Taylor had made her feel comfortable, and her perception of him had shifted. She believed she had captured Taylor's heart and had the power to do as she pleased.
Inside the bathroom, there was a mirror. After finishing her bath, Bridget stood in front of the mirror and admired herself. She playfully swayed her ample breasts, thinking to herself,
"I wonder if he'll fall for me because of this? I could see him stealing glances at my breasts when I first entered the house."
Bridget emerged from the bathroom wearing Taylor's white boxers. Instead of his shirt, she opted for his white singlet, which accentuated her breasts from various angles. The edges near her armpits, her cleavage, and her nipples were prominently displayed.
With a joyful and confident demeanor, Bridget returned to the living room to join Taylor. As she walked, her breasts swayed with each step she took. When Taylor looked up as the door opened, he couldn't help but notice her swaying breasts for a moment. "Wow... she has incredible breasts," he thought, momentarily captivated. Bridget quickly diverted his attention by asking, "Did I take too long?"
"No," Taylor replied.
Bridget sat down close to Taylor, playfully nudging her shoulders against his. "Where's the whot?" she asked, looking towards him.
"Look over there," he pointed, and Bridget got up, her buttocks swaying enticingly as she walked towards where he kept the whot. Taylor watched her intently. Initially, he hadn't paid much attention to her. Bridget picked up the whot and returned, sitting even closer to Taylor. Suddenly, her phone rang, and it was in her bag. She stood up and walked to another chair, opening her bag. Surprisingly, it was Larisa herself who was calling. Bridget didn't want to answer the call in Taylor's presence.
"Excuse me, please," she said, and went inside to answer the call, making sure Taylor wouldn't overhear her conversation with Larisa.
"I hope she's not coming here," she thought, her initial concern.
"Hi Larisa! How are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm great. I called to check on you and to ask if you're available tomorrow. I want to meet up with someone."
"Your new boyfriend?" she laughed.
"No, no. Someone else."
"When tomorrow?"
"In the evening," Bridget replied, realizing it might disrupt her stay at Taylor's house.
"Why not schedule it for the weekend in the afternoon?"
"Hmm... I thought it might be too late. Okay, let's make it during the weekend."
"Alright, I thought you called to tell me you changed your mind about going to Taylor's place."
"No, he hasn't contacted me, and I'm not even thinking about him," Bridget said, suddenly sensing Taylor's presence nearby. She quickly added,
"I will call you tomorrow," Bridget said, ending the call and briefly waiting to see if she could hear any sound, but it was just her imagination. She turned and returned to meet Taylor in the sitting room. As soon as she sat down, Taylor spoke up.
"It seems like you're too shy to answer your boyfriend's call in front of me."
"Boyfriend? Let's keep things playful for now, I'd rather not discuss that," Bridget responded, placing the whot on the table in front of them, ready to start playing. After the first game, Taylor emerged as the winner, and they exchanged smiles. He saw an opportunity to ask for Bridget's assistance.
"I challenge you to stay here with me until two weeks from now, and be available whenever I need you," he proposed.
"Wow, that's quite a challenge, although I have plans for the weekend," she replied, nodding her head. They played another round, and this time, Bridget came out victorious. She stood up and jubilantly shook her entire body in celebration.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"Yes," Taylor confirmed.
"What's your favorite position in bed?" Bridget asked, smiling mischievously.
"Doggy," he answered, causing Bridget to smile in response.
"Let's continue playing. I hope I can defeat you once more," Bridget said, turning her attention back to the whot, initiating a new game.
"I guess he must enjoy sex a lot based on his answer. I need to find a way to pique his interest in me," Bridget thought, determined to cheat during the game to create more opportunities for dares with Taylor. Fortunately, she won again.
"I dare you to tell the truth. When was the last time you had sex?" She asked.
"Sex?" Taylor chuckled. "To be precise, it was the day before my injury, many weeks ago."
"That's quite a while. If given the chance, would you have a fling knowing your girlfriend would never find out?" Bridget provocatively asked.
"If my girlfriend would never find out, then it wouldn't really be considered a fling anymore, just a bit of fun," he replied with a sly grin.
"Hmm... that's a clever answer," Bridget applauded, and they continued playing. This time, Taylor emerged as the winner. He asked his question.
"When was the last time you had sex?"
"It's been a while for me too," Bridget admitted.
"Why?" he asked, surprised.
"I've been having some issues with my boyfriend, and I'm trying to remain faithful to him. Honestly, I've never given anyone, apart from my boyfriend, the privilege of staying in the same house like I'm doing now."
"Really?" Taylor raised an eyebrow.
"Yes!" Bridget shrugged.
They were so engrossed in the game that they lost track of time and continued playing. Bridget won once again, and she would always shake her body in celebration, whether seated or standing.
"What's your question this time?" Taylor asked, eagerly awaiting his turn.
"When I walked into the living room after my shower, where were your eyes fixed on my body?" she playfully asked, ending her question with laughter, causing a brief pause before Taylor responded.
"I... I, I was looking at your chest," Taylor giggled.
"Yes, you told the truth, and as a reward, I'm granting you the privilege to touch them. Well, no," she quickly corrected herself. "When you win, you can dare me on that."
"You have stunning breasts," he complimented, while Bridget chuckled and replied, "When the time comes, you'll have the opportunity to experience anything."
"Anything?" he emphasized.
"Yes! Just hope you won't mention it to Larisa."
"No," he promptly assured her.
"I'm doing all of this for amusement. You deserve to be entertained. I judge people based on how they treat others. I observed how lovingly you treated Larisa, and that tells me you have a compassionate heart."
Taylor glanced up, checking the time on the clock, and exclaimed, "Look at the time! Won't you have work tomorrow?"
"I will," she softly replied, hinting that she wanted the game to continue.
"It's time to sleep," Taylor suggested.
"You're right, and besides, I need to prepare your breakfast for tomorrow morning."
Bridget assisted Taylor to his room. As Taylor settled onto his bed and Bridget began to walk towards the door, she spoke up.
"Can you sleep alone? You mentioned needing help every morning to get up."
The way Taylor looked at her prompted her to speak quickly, "I understand what you're thinking. I'm not afraid that you'll touch me while I sleep. Also, because of your leg and the cast, you can't be on top, or else your bone will dislocate."
"How do you know that?" he asked curiously.
"Forget how I know, am I telling the truth or not?"
"You're right."
Bridget walked back to the bed, and both of them slept on the same bed, maintaining a distance in the middle.
"Please touch me," she thought, gradually removing the singlet she was wearing, but Taylor did not respond as she had hoped. Despite not getting her way that night, she was not ready to give up.
The next morning, Bridget was the first to wake up. Her first act was to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast along with a cup of hot chocolate coffee. She returned to Taylor's bedroom and placed the coffee on a stool near the bed, leaving it uncovered. The aroma of the coffee filled the air. As Taylor inhaled the sweet scent of his favorite coffee, he opened his eyes and realized it wasn't a dream; there was a cup of coffee waiting for him. This brought a smile to his face, and he didn't wait for Bridget to assist him. He attempted to sit up and sipped the coffee.
"Thank you so much!" Taylor expressed his gratitude to Bridget as soon as she entered the room.
"What did I do?" she asked, gesturing with her hands.
"You woke me up with the delightful aroma of my favorite coffee."
"Is that why you're expressing gratitude? Come, let's go and eat. Breakfast is ready. I felt chilly last night, but I was too hesitant to mention it. That's why I made tea for both of us. I thought you might also feel cold," Bridget said.
"You should have snuggled up to me," he smiled.
"I didn't want to assume," she replied, both of them sharing a smile as Taylor took his coffee and took a sip.
"Hmm... next time, if you're feeling cold, let me know."
"Are you sure you'll fulfill my desires?" They exchanged another smile before leaving the room and sitting at the dining table. Just as they were about to start eating, a knock on the door interrupted them.
"Who could that be?" Taylor asked, and Bridget wasted no time in walking towards the inner room.
"Please, don't tell me to open the door. What if it's Larisa?” Thought and her heart raced at once.
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