a coffee shop around the corner, and he got a coffee and I got a hot chocolate. Then we went to the waterfront park across the street and sat on a bench, sipping our drinks and looking at downtown Vancouver across the water.
Nicklas held my hand as we walked back by a series of concrete walls that were part of a garden/walkway complex. He pulled me around by the hand and leaned me against a wall. He looked down at me and spoke softly. “God, Kelly, it’s so weird. You’re not my type at all, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since yesterday.”
“Yeah, I know.” That was exactly how I felt too! Nicklas was not the kind of guy I ever hung out with, yet here I was.
Then he kissed me again, and kept on kissing me. Zap! My whole body was vibrating again, and I kissed him back. It was wet and messy and warm, and my brain switched off completely. I pushed my body against his and it felt great. He paused for a moment and looked at me hazily.
“You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe I never knew that before.”
I looked at him closely. His eyes were this turquoisey shade of blue, and although his hair was golden blond, his brows and lashes were dark. His teeth were white and even, his lips were thin, and he had a perfect nose. His skin was super pale and he had this amazing bone structure, all cheekbones and chin. He was basically gorgeous, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen that before either.
It was starting to rain lightly, so we headed back.
“Have you got a car here?” he asked.
“No, I got dropped off.” I had been planning to bus it home.
“Great, let’s go in my car.” We walked a few blocks and stopped in front of a silver Volvo SUV.
“Is this your dad’s car?”
“Nope, it’s mine.” His voice was casual but proud.
Once we were inside the car, we started kissing again. Since it was more private, we got even more into it. The gap between the bucket seats was a bit of an issue, but we managed to make out with our upper bodies intertwined. Nicklas ran his hands down my shoulders and over my breasts. Was it too soon to do this stuff? I wasn’t sure, but it felt fantastic. The whole electricity thing was happening all over my body. When we finally broke things off, the windshield was totally steamed up.
“Wow,” I said. “You’re, like, the best kisser ever.” Of course, I didn’t exactly have a big reference group; only Phil, and that was ages ago.
Nicklas smiled; he seemed to like the compliment.
“Hey,” he asked, “are you free tomorrow night?”
“Yeah.” I paused to think, “I’ve got a game at 5:00, so I’ll be done by 7:00.”
“Great, there’s a party—some guys from the team. Do you want to come with me?”
“Sure.” I was into exploring this electricity thing some more. And I was guessing that the charity part of the fake date was over now.
11
Blown Off
P hil
“ S hit , is that Kelly Tanaka? When did she get so hot?” Marcus leaned back to stare. I cleared my throat and he gave me a nervous glance. “No offence, Phil.”
We were in the cafeteria for lunch, and Kelly was two tables away. All the guys looked over. Instead of her usual baggy jeans and t-shirt, Kelly was wearing these dark, tight jeans, and a white top that you could sort of see through, even though she had another top underneath it. When she turned around, I could see she had makeup on, and her dark brown hair was down instead of being in a ponytail. She saw us looking at her, and waved in her normal friendly way, like nothing was different. There were a few crude comments on her great ass, on the fact that nobody knew she had boobs, and on how cute she was.
But I knew all this already, so it bugged me that everyone was going all apeshit over her. Were they going to start hitting on her next? And why did she look so different?
I wanted to know what the hell was going on, but I didn’t see Kelly all afternoon since we had no classes together and the senior boys
Nicklas held my hand as we walked back by a series of concrete walls that were part of a garden/walkway complex. He pulled me around by the hand and leaned me against a wall. He looked down at me and spoke softly. “God, Kelly, it’s so weird. You’re not my type at all, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since yesterday.”
“Yeah, I know.” That was exactly how I felt too! Nicklas was not the kind of guy I ever hung out with, yet here I was.
Then he kissed me again, and kept on kissing me. Zap! My whole body was vibrating again, and I kissed him back. It was wet and messy and warm, and my brain switched off completely. I pushed my body against his and it felt great. He paused for a moment and looked at me hazily.
“You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe I never knew that before.”
I looked at him closely. His eyes were this turquoisey shade of blue, and although his hair was golden blond, his brows and lashes were dark. His teeth were white and even, his lips were thin, and he had a perfect nose. His skin was super pale and he had this amazing bone structure, all cheekbones and chin. He was basically gorgeous, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen that before either.
It was starting to rain lightly, so we headed back.
“Have you got a car here?” he asked.
“No, I got dropped off.” I had been planning to bus it home.
“Great, let’s go in my car.” We walked a few blocks and stopped in front of a silver Volvo SUV.
“Is this your dad’s car?”
“Nope, it’s mine.” His voice was casual but proud.
Once we were inside the car, we started kissing again. Since it was more private, we got even more into it. The gap between the bucket seats was a bit of an issue, but we managed to make out with our upper bodies intertwined. Nicklas ran his hands down my shoulders and over my breasts. Was it too soon to do this stuff? I wasn’t sure, but it felt fantastic. The whole electricity thing was happening all over my body. When we finally broke things off, the windshield was totally steamed up.
“Wow,” I said. “You’re, like, the best kisser ever.” Of course, I didn’t exactly have a big reference group; only Phil, and that was ages ago.
Nicklas smiled; he seemed to like the compliment.
“Hey,” he asked, “are you free tomorrow night?”
“Yeah.” I paused to think, “I’ve got a game at 5:00, so I’ll be done by 7:00.”
“Great, there’s a party—some guys from the team. Do you want to come with me?”
“Sure.” I was into exploring this electricity thing some more. And I was guessing that the charity part of the fake date was over now.
11
Blown Off
P hil
“ S hit , is that Kelly Tanaka? When did she get so hot?” Marcus leaned back to stare. I cleared my throat and he gave me a nervous glance. “No offence, Phil.”
We were in the cafeteria for lunch, and Kelly was two tables away. All the guys looked over. Instead of her usual baggy jeans and t-shirt, Kelly was wearing these dark, tight jeans, and a white top that you could sort of see through, even though she had another top underneath it. When she turned around, I could see she had makeup on, and her dark brown hair was down instead of being in a ponytail. She saw us looking at her, and waved in her normal friendly way, like nothing was different. There were a few crude comments on her great ass, on the fact that nobody knew she had boobs, and on how cute she was.
But I knew all this already, so it bugged me that everyone was going all apeshit over her. Were they going to start hitting on her next? And why did she look so different?
I wanted to know what the hell was going on, but I didn’t see Kelly all afternoon since we had no classes together and the senior boys
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