Martijn POV

I'm helping Miné with her hair, curling them with Charelle's curler. I'm sitting on the bed with opened legs and Miné between them, sitting legs crossed.

I love to touch girls' hair, especially when putting my full hands into the length and combing the hair with my fingers. Let alone when from curls I get a wave...

"Marty.... Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes! I think I would be an hairdresser if my dj career wouldn't have started"

She giggles while I'm taking another strand of hair and curl it with this air thing.

Then she asks me
"Are you ready for tonight? "

And all the pressure and nervousness comes all back again, me feeling tension on my spine.

"Yeah, I think"

She puts an hand on my knee. I can feel her hands on my skin through my ripped jeans, literally burning my whole body with pleasure.

What the fuck is happening to me!
I can barely talk now.

"I know you are going to be filled up with stupid thoughts about fail but..... Don't worry, it's going to be OK in any case!"

"I hope so"

She is massaging my knee, me dealing with this pleasure still pretty well. I hope she never realizes that.

Thank God I'm finished with curling her hair, so I can get in the shower too.

"OK dear BFF. I'm finished! I'm going to shower, then I think we can go back to the venue"

"Oh, ok. I'm getting ready then!"

Leaving her in my room, I enter the bathroom locking the door and opening the shower water flow.

Undressing me I get in the shower, taking a nice ten minutes relaxing one.

Stopping the water flow, I take a towel from the shelf and wrap it around my hips, securing it by sliding the end into the wrap.

Leaving my hair still wet I get out of the bathroom, only to see Miné wearing her jumpsuit and boots, texting on the bed.

"Was the jumpsuit dry?"

"Yes, oh...." she looks at me with wide eyes.

I look down, demanding myself what she's staring at.

"what?" I ask.

"Ow, I'm sorry..."

"Do I have something uncovered?"

"No... It's just... Well you are quite good looking"

I'm smiling at her, drying my privates and putting on plain black boxers before removing the towel that covered me. Once perfectly dry I wonder what I can wear tonight...

"Miné.... What should I wear?"

She looks at me, still laying on my bed.
"Well, you looked extra fine yesterday"

"Thanks"

"So.... If I can make a suggestion.... Black pants and your +x t-shirt"

"Ow. Ok...."

So I take from my luggage my patched black amiri jeans and put them on, along with the t-shirt.

She looks at me once finished to text on her phone. I wonder who it is.

"Mmm.... Nope"

"No? Is that a no?"

"You look fat with all that extra fabric everywhere"

"Haha it's because I am darling"

She gets up from the bed looking at me like 'wtf are you saying' and kneels down next to my suitcase. She opens it to look at my clothes.
"Oooh I love all of your shoes! Really nice collection "

"thank you"

Rummaging through my belongings she manages to find my grey/black slim jeans, tight on the upper legs but a little looser on the ankles.

"These look nice "

"Maybe on you! Haha"

She glares at me, tossing that pair of jeans on my head.
Laughing I'm removing my pants to wear this pair instead. Pulling them up I feel her hands on my back, gently tugging on the belt loops to make my butt get into these jeans, which is always my problem, ALWAYS.
"Wow Martijn.... They enhance your bum!"

"I literally hate my ass...I already told you!"

"Why should you?"

"It's so big.... I can't find pants most of the time"

"Well, it doesn't look like you don't have any in your suitcase...." she states looking at me arms crossed.

"Yeah. Well. OK nevermind"

She caresses my abdomen and keeps my shirt up as I put on my pants. They do up easily on the waist, but they are squishing my butt.... And of course..... Yeah, my privates. Can't I leave the fly open?
Anyway, I decide to keep them on, knowing they will loosen a little.

Mhhh I didn't remember that these were actually looking this good on me. Let's pretend that they aren't tight.

"Am I sexy?" I ask her laughing.

"Sooo sexy. You are sexier than Christian Grey"

"Whoah, that was a big one"

Miné makes me turn around again, facing her. I'm putting my hands in my front pockets, struggling a little because of the tightness of my jeans.
They already feel better than before by the way.
I look at her. She looks at me.

"So.... Is this outfit OK?"

"You are perfect Martin"

"Come on, my name is Martijn....."

"Yes, but I love to get you mad"

"Oooh come on!" I say, taking Miné from her legs and carrying this potato sac to my bed.

She pounds on the bed with a thud, me standing on top of her.

"What the heck are you doing?" she asks.

Hell. Yes. What the heck am I doing?

"I don't know. You tell me"

"Martijn, you are on top of me on a bed. And you have a girlfriend."

"And so? We don't have to fuck"

"Thank God you had enough this morning..... "

I think I am as red as a tomato right now. Saying that I'm embarrassed is a comprehension.

"Woah.... Ok " I say, lowering my body on her, just to lie down next to her.

"Shut up, you prick"

Suddenly, we hear Miné's phone ringing. It's Christina.

Minerva answers.

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Minerva POV

"hey Chris!"

' Minerva where the heck are you? '

"I'm still at Martijn's"

' Are you two fucking? '

"What the hell Christina? We aren't!"

Then Martijn, being an asshole, starts to moan and making sounds of a couple.... Well, in the middle of it.

One word: ASSHOLE.