without me and I know it shouldn’t bug me but
it does. Since entering high school,
we’ve been pulling further apart — correction, she’s been pulling away since
the soccer tournament two months ago. I
refuse to apologize for what happened there, but I might have been a little too
forceful. Knowing she would run as soon
as it happened didn’t stop it from hurting when she did.
And run she did, straight to Caleb McKenzie,
captain of the baseball team.
So here I sit, all alone and head deep in
wallowing pain. Yeah, needless to say,
I’m in no mood to party right now.
“So, why do you look like someone just drowned
your cat?” The words come from the mouth of a very attractive girl who took it
upon herself to sit in the chair across from me. She has dirty blonde hair that falls to just
above her shoulders, slightly curled at the tips to circle her head. Her barely there make-up and bluish green
eyes make her face hard to resist. A
tight fitting t-shirt with a v-shaped slit down the front gives her a feel of
modesty, but also a hint of something more — though her breasts seem to beg not
to be hidden. The jean skirt on her hips
is tight enough to show-off the shape of her butt — ample, tight, and
firm. It’s long enough to cover
everything, but short enough to be a tease. Her knee high, black boots finish off the outfit.
She definitely has my blood pumping.
“What makes you think I have a cat?” I ask
before taking another drink from my glass. She has a small smile on her face and never looks away from me. I can’t help but look at her either. She’s
captivating.
Her eyes. It’s her eyes that mesmerize me the most. They seem to glow when she turns her head
just right and the color makes me feel like I’m swimming in the ocean. The entire room starts to fall away as we
gaze at each other. My cheeks start to
burn slightly with how blatantly I’m staring at her. I don’t normally stare at girls, I’m a guy so
I look, but I never stare. I feel
perverted for ogling.
But ogling this girl, all I feel is heat.
“So, must be a girl then,” she says. “You get
your heart broken?” I drop my gaze and
look at my glass. The heat doesn’t go
away and I can still feel her hypnotizing eyes boring into me. The blush is as much embarrassment as
attraction.
“You could say that,” I answer her. I wait for her to ask more, but she
doesn’t. She continues to look at
me. I look up and meet her eyes
again. Reaching across the table, she
grabs my hand.
“Dance with me.” I don’t even have time to say
“no” before she drags me onto the dance floor and immediately starts bouncing
in time to the music. I stand there like
a log; I’m not in the mood to really dance.
All of a sudden, I’m in the middle of pole
dance and I’m the pole. This chick is rubbing and sliding across me as I stand there rigid
not sure what to do — though my little head has some ideas. I look around the floor and catch the
wide-eyed, but approving, look from Ethan. He tilts his head slightly and starts moving to the music as if he’s
trying to get me to join him.
And why shouldn’t I?
The no name in front of me bends over and makes
a show of rubbing against me suggestively. I lose a bit of my control and grab her hips. She flips around and presses her body against
me, sending hot blood to my less than vital organ. I can’t help myself; I crush her body to mine
and push my leg between hers. We twist
and grind to the music. As I caress her
body, she gently guides my hands away from the areas she wants to remain
untouched.
“Someday,” she playfully taps the tip of my
nose with her finger, “if you’re a good boy.” She smiles seductively, turns
around — placing her back to my chest — and reaches over her head to caress my
hair. I wrap my arms around her hips as
we move in time to the music. I have a
great view of
it does. Since entering high school,
we’ve been pulling further apart — correction, she’s been pulling away since
the soccer tournament two months ago. I
refuse to apologize for what happened there, but I might have been a little too
forceful. Knowing she would run as soon
as it happened didn’t stop it from hurting when she did.
And run she did, straight to Caleb McKenzie,
captain of the baseball team.
So here I sit, all alone and head deep in
wallowing pain. Yeah, needless to say,
I’m in no mood to party right now.
“So, why do you look like someone just drowned
your cat?” The words come from the mouth of a very attractive girl who took it
upon herself to sit in the chair across from me. She has dirty blonde hair that falls to just
above her shoulders, slightly curled at the tips to circle her head. Her barely there make-up and bluish green
eyes make her face hard to resist. A
tight fitting t-shirt with a v-shaped slit down the front gives her a feel of
modesty, but also a hint of something more — though her breasts seem to beg not
to be hidden. The jean skirt on her hips
is tight enough to show-off the shape of her butt — ample, tight, and
firm. It’s long enough to cover
everything, but short enough to be a tease. Her knee high, black boots finish off the outfit.
She definitely has my blood pumping.
“What makes you think I have a cat?” I ask
before taking another drink from my glass. She has a small smile on her face and never looks away from me. I can’t help but look at her either. She’s
captivating.
Her eyes. It’s her eyes that mesmerize me the most. They seem to glow when she turns her head
just right and the color makes me feel like I’m swimming in the ocean. The entire room starts to fall away as we
gaze at each other. My cheeks start to
burn slightly with how blatantly I’m staring at her. I don’t normally stare at girls, I’m a guy so
I look, but I never stare. I feel
perverted for ogling.
But ogling this girl, all I feel is heat.
“So, must be a girl then,” she says. “You get
your heart broken?” I drop my gaze and
look at my glass. The heat doesn’t go
away and I can still feel her hypnotizing eyes boring into me. The blush is as much embarrassment as
attraction.
“You could say that,” I answer her. I wait for her to ask more, but she
doesn’t. She continues to look at
me. I look up and meet her eyes
again. Reaching across the table, she
grabs my hand.
“Dance with me.” I don’t even have time to say
“no” before she drags me onto the dance floor and immediately starts bouncing
in time to the music. I stand there like
a log; I’m not in the mood to really dance.
All of a sudden, I’m in the middle of pole
dance and I’m the pole. This chick is rubbing and sliding across me as I stand there rigid
not sure what to do — though my little head has some ideas. I look around the floor and catch the
wide-eyed, but approving, look from Ethan. He tilts his head slightly and starts moving to the music as if he’s
trying to get me to join him.
And why shouldn’t I?
The no name in front of me bends over and makes
a show of rubbing against me suggestively. I lose a bit of my control and grab her hips. She flips around and presses her body against
me, sending hot blood to my less than vital organ. I can’t help myself; I crush her body to mine
and push my leg between hers. We twist
and grind to the music. As I caress her
body, she gently guides my hands away from the areas she wants to remain
untouched.
“Someday,” she playfully taps the tip of my
nose with her finger, “if you’re a good boy.” She smiles seductively, turns
around — placing her back to my chest — and reaches over her head to caress my
hair. I wrap my arms around her hips as
we move in time to the music. I have a
great view of
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