<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Tumblr_mry8d788ux1sffwheo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Aika</strong><br/><br/>For a moment Aika trembled as the feeling of being watched washed over her, sending cold prickles up the back of her spine.  She closed her frilly bloude with her hands and got up, moving to the bedroom window and looking out for someone watching her.<br/><br/>She was, of course, on the third story, so no one was peeking in.<br/><br/>After a moment, she relaxed and pulled off her blouse.  Dropping it into the laundry basket, she unbuttoned her long lavender skirt and stepped out of it, then unfastened her bra, letting big, full breasts spill out and rock free.  She gave a contended sigh and returned to the bed after putting these items in the laundry.  She lay back with her hands beneath her head and stared up dreamily at the ceiling.<br/><br/>It was good to have her own place.  She grew up in a crowded orphanage and had always been very shy—except, of course, when she was singing or dancing.  Some of the girls were really ncie, and she’d had some very special friends, but they’d moved out a year before her.  It was good to be able to have a place where she could be alone, though.<br/>