Thursday, May 8, 2008
Too Hot For Sex
It was too hot for sex. Seriously, it was.
The temperature outside was fair and hot enough for a typical day in John Fitzgerald Kennedy High School but in the abandoned second floor comfort room, it felt like an oven.
"Come on Dani, you know you want to." Matthew O'Neil whispered into his five month long girlfriend's ear, his large hands circling her slender waist faster than she could even react.
"Matt, no." The part French dancer moaned in the small claustrophobic cubicle they occupied. "Not now."
As much as she adored Matt, the thought of her having her 'first time' in a dingy restroom in front of a twitching headless cockroach made her think twice. "Besides," she reasoned gently as the co-captain of the basketball team started to drown her in kisses while fumbling with the uncooperative buttons of her shirt. "It's too hot for sex."
One would think, from all the rumors circulating the gossip group, Dani Greyson had broken the double-digit. But to be honest, even from the claims of all her past boyfriends, she was a virgin. Purer than fresh snow.
Her refusal was ignored. "Why do you girls have so many layers of clothes on?" He chuckled as he somehow managed to slip off his own shirt after Dani's dropped to the ground. "Ever just mm... wore a dress and your lingerie underneath, instead of all these stupid extras." The six foot three sandy-haired green-eyed jock added, continuing to undress her by struggling with the zipper on her skirt.
Now Dani, who in any other situation would have just kicked the guy in the crotch, stood paralyzed between Matt and the door she was pinned to. Something hard poked the small of her back and she squirmed uncomfortably as Matt disregarded troubling with her skirt and settled to wrestling her bra instead.
Dani gulped. Hard. There were only two things she could do:
a.) Cave in and let Matt take her virginity in the Gosh-forsaken bathroom.
b.) Or Kick him in the crotch and run for her life.
Choosing neither, she grasped for the door knob, twisted the damn thing open and both of them crashed to the tiled-floor, her bra flying off to a sink... right before the door to the bathroom opened.
Then stepped in a tall, handsome and impeccably-dressed blond who was taken aback in surprise to see what the hell was happening.
Feeling her whole body blush crimson, Dani tried to imagine what William 'Liam' Blake aka 'Prep King' was seeing.
His co-captain, shirtless, lying on top of his best friend's other best friend, who's whole topless (mind you) body could have blended with the blood-red painted walls. Even worse, Matt still hadn't stopped kissing her collarbone to see who disturbed their no doubt intimate moment.
"Matt," she said urgently, pushing him off of her and grabbed his shirt to shield her chest from Liam's eyesight.
"What's the matter Dani?" he asked, his husky voice practically made her melt into a million little pieces. Now she remembered how he lured her here, how he showered her with butterfly kisses. He was aiming for her neck again too... if it weren't for Liam's obtrusive cough ruining the moment.
"Oh," Matt finally noticed, turning his head to the teenager whose face Dani could not read. "Hey Liam, how's it going?"
The temperature outside was fair and hot enough for a typical day in John Fitzgerald Kennedy High School but in the abandoned second floor comfort room, it felt like an oven.
"Come on Dani, you know you want to." Matthew O'Neil whispered into his five month long girlfriend's ear, his large hands circling her slender waist faster than she could even react.
"Matt, no." The part French dancer moaned in the small claustrophobic cubicle they occupied. "Not now."
As much as she adored Matt, the thought of her having her 'first time' in a dingy restroom in front of a twitching headless cockroach made her think twice. "Besides," she reasoned gently as the co-captain of the basketball team started to drown her in kisses while fumbling with the uncooperative buttons of her shirt. "It's too hot for sex."
One would think, from all the rumors circulating the gossip group, Dani Greyson had broken the double-digit. But to be honest, even from the claims of all her past boyfriends, she was a virgin. Purer than fresh snow.
Her refusal was ignored. "Why do you girls have so many layers of clothes on?" He chuckled as he somehow managed to slip off his own shirt after Dani's dropped to the ground. "Ever just mm... wore a dress and your lingerie underneath, instead of all these stupid extras." The six foot three sandy-haired green-eyed jock added, continuing to undress her by struggling with the zipper on her skirt.
Now Dani, who in any other situation would have just kicked the guy in the crotch, stood paralyzed between Matt and the door she was pinned to. Something hard poked the small of her back and she squirmed uncomfortably as Matt disregarded troubling with her skirt and settled to wrestling her bra instead.
Dani gulped. Hard. There were only two things she could do:
a.) Cave in and let Matt take her virginity in the Gosh-forsaken bathroom.
b.) Or Kick him in the crotch and run for her life.
Choosing neither, she grasped for the door knob, twisted the damn thing open and both of them crashed to the tiled-floor, her bra flying off to a sink... right before the door to the bathroom opened.
Then stepped in a tall, handsome and impeccably-dressed blond who was taken aback in surprise to see what the hell was happening.
Feeling her whole body blush crimson, Dani tried to imagine what William 'Liam' Blake aka 'Prep King' was seeing.
His co-captain, shirtless, lying on top of his best friend's other best friend, who's whole topless (mind you) body could have blended with the blood-red painted walls. Even worse, Matt still hadn't stopped kissing her collarbone to see who disturbed their no doubt intimate moment.
"Matt," she said urgently, pushing him off of her and grabbed his shirt to shield her chest from Liam's eyesight.
"What's the matter Dani?" he asked, his husky voice practically made her melt into a million little pieces. Now she remembered how he lured her here, how he showered her with butterfly kisses. He was aiming for her neck again too... if it weren't for Liam's obtrusive cough ruining the moment.
"Oh," Matt finally noticed, turning his head to the teenager whose face Dani could not read. "Hey Liam, how's it going?"
Labels: Dani Greyson, Scrawled by Fleur
♥ Whichever idiot said that love doesn't exist, had no idea where to look.
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