Chapter 1: Chapter 1: oldies party
I puff out my cheeks again for the umpteenth time today at this damn party, turning to avoid those nonsense eyes and tugging at the folds of my brown free gown. running my right hand in my hair, I grab my almost empty cup of drink and down it all at once, tipping my head back
it's just soda. well durrh, what else do they serve at the Grand opening of an elderly's home? Don't ask me what I'm doing here, I never wanted to be here. I hate things like this.
so, actually I am a journalist, newly transferred form Florida and I'm here to cover the story of some great Charles Walt. The ever handsome, dashing, hot, sixpacked, suckable, muscle breasted tempting guy with hazel eyes, brown skin and all of that shit.
And my boss advised me to see what he looks like since his mother's opening an elderly's home tonight. But I haven't found the bastard since.
Actually I've never seen him before like ever, but durrh. I just got transferred here but I've heard his name a couple of times and I don't pay attention to all that kind of crap. Darcy does not know that I don't recognize him or can't identify him when I see him or else she'd have killed me
The only thing bugging me right now is how wet and horny I'm getting second by second whenever I feel that guys eyes on me. And it seems like I'm the only thing he's been looking at all night. likewise me but that's not the point
I hate how hot and handsome he is because I'm swooning like literally and I think he knows because he's looking at me again. I can feel it. you know that kind of awesome, naughty and embarrassing thought when you see a hot guy on the street or in a coffee shop and how wet you get?
Yea and it's driving me crazy. But I'm thankful my panties haven't been flooded yet. yea, yet. stupid virgin. oh, those thoughts evade my head again and I bite my lip. ugh where's that bastard Walt already?
God, I turn back to face the crowd. Totally oblivious to whatever is going on. my eyes dart to that dark haired prince of horniness, not looking at me great I can ogle him.
ugh look at that side view. my eyes automatically dart to his trousers, yep there's a bulge in there. what does that mean? that he has a big dick? swooning swooning swooning. that's why I love y'all guys. they just have the tool. I suddenly feel holes burning into my forehead and I look up.
He's staring at me again, he give a casual smile and I akwardly smile back, tucking my hair behind my ear. suddenly, the crowd start cheering and clapping. I need to get out of here. I can't bear it anymore.
God knows I've never been as turned in as this before. I turn, grab my bag and begin to hurry through the crowd. but first I need to use the bathroom.
I bang the door of the restroon close, slam my bag on the slabtiles and stand in front of the mirror. ish why is there a mirror in and elderly home? what do they wanna look at?
I stare back at the plain face, no makeup but at least I'm pretty I guess. I move my gaze to my boobs. small oranges but not too small, just the right size I think. Body straight, thank God I'm wearing a free gown tonight
But the main question is that what is fuckable in my body? ugh I'm not going to go through that now. I've gone through this .... been cursing too much... this episode almost like and hundred times and I hate it.
I reach for my bag, pull open the zip and bring out my favourite chocolate, unwrap it and munch on it the way a two year old will so it stains my mouth, the top, below and sides. uh, this room is neat so durrh
I shove the wrapper back into my bag and immediately the door open. I automatically turn my head to see the intruder only to freeze. it's the hit guy. I slowly move my gaze away, stylishly licking my lips
" Hi "
OMG, I'm gonna faint. the voice. I look back up at him. He's resting against the door, arms folded across his chest, looking sexy and ready to go. I give a wacky smile
" Hey "
silence. why? go pee and get out. I tell in my head. And stop making me nervous
" why are you here tonight? bored or what? "
He asks casually, so casual, too casual.
" Actually, I'm here to-- "
I begin to say but he cut me off
" There's something all over your mouth. "
He gestures to his mouth, leaning out and lunging forward. I move away from the sink
" I know, it's just choco-- "
I skip a beat. he's in front of me, I mean so close that our clothes are touching and our legs too " late " I finish releasing a shaky breath
okay whatever he's gonna do, I hope he fucks me. But WTF, who in Earth fucks a person he meets at an oldies party uh? literally nobody. I must be crazy thinking about thi----
" here lemme clean it off for you "
you say what?
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