Amira by Sofia Ross Page A

And spilled my coffee because he was staring at my chest? 
The food was great, and Hani bought me a new necklace on the boardwalk, made
with beach glass.  Wait til you see it, it's so pretty, and--”
    Maggie
cut her off and suggested they get together for some drinks that evening and
said they never did that anymore since Serena met Hani.  Serena looked toward
the door, knowing that Hani was busy but had wanted to spend the whole day
together.  She wondered if he would mind if she left him for the evening, but
she had also grown so attached to him that it was hard to be away from him. 
    She
asked Maggie to hold for a few minutes while she went to ask Hani if it was ok
with him if she and Maggie went out for a bit.  He told her that was fine, but
he said he had a better idea.  He suggested that they all go out for a nice
dinner and drinks, his treat, and Maggie could bring a date.  Serena wasn't
even sure if she was seeing anyone seriously, but if she knew Maggie, she would
find someone in a hurry to bring along.  Maggie and Serena had both been boy
crazy since they were out of diapers, so finding one to bring along to any
event was never a hard task.
    “Thank
you, baby!  Mwwah!  Mwwah!” Serena shouted, giving him exaggerated loud kisses
on his cheek.
    She
bounced back into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed on her belly, swinging
her feet back and forth like a little girl.  Maggie liked the idea, and they
started talking about what they would wear since Hani hadn't said where they
would be eating.  The girls decided on “ nice but casual but not too nice and
not too casual ”.  In girl language, that made perfect sense, and they
laughed about how the guys would grab a quick shower and throw on whatever
clothes they found closest to them and always managed to be presentable in any
situation.  Girls, in contrast, had to plan every detail in advance and had to
wear the right outfit, the right shoes, and always had to be properly
accessorized, and God forbid if any other girl dressed nicer or wore a similar
outfit. 
    “Men
are like ‘ Pants.  Shirt.  Go .’” Maggie added, simplifying the basic
fashion sense of most men before bursting into a fit of laughter.
    This
was much shorter notice than Serena liked to have, but Hani had bought her a
sleeveless black dupioni silk dress which she hadn't worn yet, and it still had
the tags attached. It was much more than she would ever spend on a dress, even
for being a simple design, and she wondered about returning it, but he insisted
that she keep it.  It came down to just above her knees and hugged her curves
every inch of the way.  She thought it made her behind look too wide, but it
was met with Hani’s lustful approval, and he had no words to say other than
“Damn.”  When he picked his tongue up off the floor, he said her ass didn’t
look big, but it was the ass he was going to fuck when they got home.
    She
wore a push-up bra, and the tops of her breasts squeezed out of the low
neckline. She brushed bronzer into her cleavage and a shimmer powder over her
décolletage to accent and contour it even more.  He had given her a cashmere
pashmina with a beaded edge that she planned wrap that around her shoulders on
the way out because it would be cool after the sun went down and she was sure
the restaurant’s air conditioning would still be on, even though it was early
fall. She was slipping into a pair of silver kitten-heels when Hani emerged
from the shower.  Looking at him naked and wet, she wanted to stay home and
spend the evening in bed together, but they hadn’t gone out much as a couple,
but she thought he was amazingly gorgeous and was proud to be seen with him, so
she looked forward to a night out.
    She
hoped for a moment that she would not be overdressed, but she lived by the rule
that if you are dressed too formally, you only make others feel they are the
ones who didn’t dress correctly for the occasion.  Her hair was still a