{"id":8443,"date":"2020-03-24T11:02:39","date_gmt":"2020-03-24T10:02:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.deolububble.com\/general\/ndb\/?p=8443"},"modified":"2020-03-24T11:02:39","modified_gmt":"2020-03-24T10:02:39","slug":"average-joe-reboot-life-is-good-s01e02","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.deolububble.com\/general\/ndb\/average-joe-reboot-life-is-good-s01e02\/","title":{"rendered":"Average Joe [Reboot]: Life is Good (S01E02)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Eniola was only going into work for a few early hours the next day so she could spend the rest of it all with Bisi. I was idling around myself, planning to go in for a few hours in the afternoon, but I was still up early. <\/span><\/p>\n

Eventually, Bisi found her way out of bed and had taken a shower. I have to admit that at least a little part of me wanted to try and <\/span>accidentally <\/span><\/i>find myself close to the bathroom so I might get a chance to glimpse her in a towel. Once again I rebuked myself and firmly planted my ass in the kitchen.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Despite my halfway noble intentions, Bisi decided to intervene. She came walking out, a light purple towel wrapped around her body, her hair still wet and dripping down her shoulders. Entering the kitchen, she waved at me.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Sorry, but I totally need tea! I always drink it while I, uh, dry off and get dressed\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Um, sure, there’s still some leftover. I’ll uh, one sec\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I hurriedly got up from my seat and grabbed a mug. I wasn’t exactly sure how to act; do I purposefully not look at her? Do I casually look at her, as if nothing was out of the ordinary? I tried to be natural about it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Relax. She’s practically family. That’s why she’s so comfortable.<\/span><\/i> But fuck. Those legs! I thought they looked great in jeans, but <\/span>damn<\/span><\/i>. They were long, toned, glistening wet, and totally exposed. Her towel only reached down to her mid-thigh, for crying out loud.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Don’t stare.<\/span><\/i> I gave her the tea and she squeaked a thank you, then retreated into her room. Shakily sitting back down, I picked up the newspaper and tried to read. I probably just glazed over the same paragraph twenty times, trying my best to both shake the image of a wet Bisi out of my head\u2026 and secretly trying to burn it into my memory.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Eventually, she came back out, dressed now in loose pajamas and a small tee-shirt. Although her legs were fully clothed, her shirt was low-cut, and I had to make the effort not to peak at the outline of her cleavage. She flopped herself down at the table next to me.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I put down the paper. “Feel better?”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Yeah! Sorry about that, I’m a freak for tea. I’ll do <\/span>anything<\/span><\/i> to get my morning fix.”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Ha, I’ll have to remember that,” I said playfully.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Hmm, great\u2026 Now you’re going to take <\/span>advantage<\/span><\/i> of me,” she said worriedly.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>My heart skipped a beat. <\/span>Relax, she didn’t mean it that way.<\/span><\/i> “Nah, you don’t have to worry about that.”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Oh\u2026 I never said I was <\/span>worried<\/span><\/i>,” she said slowly, deliberately.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>My mouth dried out and I swallowed. I forced a weak smile and rolled my eyes, trying to appear unfazed. “So um, cornflakes okay?” I changed topics.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>She agreed and I got her a bowl. Harmless small talk passed for a while until we got onto the subject of school.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“So, any problem with school?” I asked.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Not really, I’ve just been taking intro classes, you know… freshers stuff.”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Yeah. Well, anything you taking an interest to yet? Favorite subject?”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Casual sex,” she replied flatly.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Huh!?<\/span><\/i> I wasn’t prepared for <\/span>that<\/span><\/i>. My mouth sort of dropped open, then snapped shut, cheeks full of air. I casually blew out, “Ooooh-kay\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>She replied with a dry laugh. “Sorry, too honest?” she asked, one eyebrow cocked.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Uh, no that’s- that’s fine\u2026 I guess I meant uh, more\u2026 you know, academic\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Oh, don’t try to try to play the ‘<\/span>mature adult’<\/span><\/i> with me. Everyone knows: you go away to university, you go crazy, right?”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Well, um\u2026 I guess that’s, that’s fairly conventional wisdom\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Are you trying to tell me you don’t have your share of wild stories as a young university student?” she reached over and poked me in the ribs, smiling knowingly.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“I was- was with your sister, you know, still <\/span>am<\/span><\/i> actually\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>She leaned back in her chair and gave me a disbelieving look. “You were only with <\/span>her<\/span><\/i> the entire time?”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>What kind of question is that?<\/span><\/i> “Is that so hard to- uh, believe?”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Bisi shrugged indifferently. “Huh. I guess I always thought <\/span>now<\/span><\/i> is the one big shot to go wild.”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Well I- I’m not saying\u2026” <\/span>Why do I even have to defend myself? <\/span><\/i>“Anyway!” I gave up, exacerbated.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>We both sat there in awkward silence. I tried to fake interest in the paper lying on the table and Bisi disinterestedly tapped her spoon on the now empty bowl. Then she spoke out, “So <\/span>no<\/span><\/i> wild adventures with willing ladies?!”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I coughed back a gasp. “What?”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Not even a <\/span>threesome!?<\/span><\/i>” she cried, almost angry.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Look! I don’t think uh- who I did, or didn’t, um\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“<\/span>Fuck?”<\/span><\/i> she interrupted.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>My face was growing angrier by the second. “F-fuh\u2026 This is, um- really not, not your business\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>She didn’t have an immediate reply. We held each other in an uncomfortable stare. Her look was one of almost, I don’t know, <\/span>fascination<\/span><\/i>. She lightly chewed her lower lip and finally looked down at the table. “I’m sorry\u2026 I didn’t mean to- to offend you or anything\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Great. Now <\/span>I<\/span><\/i> felt guilty. “It’s uh- not that\u2026 Just\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Gosh, now you must <\/span>really<\/span><\/i> think I’m just some kinda school slut\u2026”<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“N-no, don’t um\u2026” I heard the front door open and realized Eniola just got home.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>“Who <\/span>knows<\/span><\/i> how you’re going to imagine me now!” she whispered. I couldn’t tell if she was agitated or flattering. <\/span>What did I want her to be?<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>She pushed herself out of the chair and brought her dishes to the sink as Eniola came in. “Hey guys!” my girlfriend greeted.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once Eniola was back, I took the first opportunity to excuse myself from both girls.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, mainly just Bisi. I found myself growing, <\/span>ahem<\/span><\/i>, increasingly uncomfortable during our conversation. It was already seven shades of awkward to have my girlfriend’s little sister talking so frankly about sex.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then add on what, at least to <\/span>my<\/span><\/i> interpretation, was a lot of insinuation into the kind of “experience” she’s had\u2026\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, I was ashamed to find myself, despite my discomfort, sporting a mild erection.<\/span><\/p>\n