...ays thought she was pretty but recently he had started thinking about April in different ways. Leonardo was starting to wonder if he had developed a crush on their favorite newscaster, damsel in distress, and friend. He wasn’t sure though. It might have just been his hormones and he was confusing it with romantic feelings. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he came to April’s apartment door. He knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” called April’s feminine voice through the door.
“It’s me, Leonardo,” He answered.
“Oh hold on a second,” She said.
The door opened and Leonardo’s mouth hung wide open when he saw April. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower or bath because instead of her trademark jumpsuit or some form of casual garb April was dressed in nothing but a pastel yellow towel tightly wrapped around her torso. Her red hair was somewhat wild and unkempt most likely due to a quick towel dry. Her skin slightly glistened from a few water droplets left from bathing. Her large round breasts were barely contained by the towel, covering up a little more than half of them and giving a hint of her aureolas. The towel ended just above the middle of her thighs, exposing her long shapely legs. He couldn’t help but...