my way towards her and I thread myself into her
arms. I invite my tongue into her mouth, not caring if I have her permission. It
feels incredible, I don't want to stop. I only had a small taste of her for one
night, and now that she's here, I want to pick-up where we left off. I want to continue
kissing her. I want to dive deeper into her mouth. I feel like an archeologist
exploring unknown territory. I want to find all her secret pleasure points to
drive her higher and higher, until she's moaning my name. Until she combusts in
my arms. She resisted at first, struggling to free herself from my arms, but I
wasn't having it. I held her tighter to me; eventually she relaxed and let her
guard down, returning the kiss with fervor. A clearing of a throat broke us
apart. I groaned in frustration. Rebel's cheeks were a pretty shade of pink.
“Excuse me Wyatt,
but what the hell is going on? Who is she?” Lindsay growled.
“Lindsay, this is
Rebel,” I answered.
“Well, would you
mind telling, Reba, was it? To find her own man?” Lindsay rudely said.
“Lindsay, her name
is Rebel not Reba. Lindsay we are not together. I didn’t come with you,” I
replied.
“I cannot believe
you said that to me Wyatt. We have history,” Lindsay said.
“We are history
Lindsay,” I said. I cannot believe this is fucking happening. I waited months
to see Rebel again and it had to happen with Lindsay around. Fucking shit.
Rebel looked at Lindsay and said, “Don’t worry, he’s all yours.” Marissa
sauntered to us with a shit eating grin on her face.
"Seriously,
dude? I did not see that coming, okay I did. You've been keeping secrets from
me Reby," Marissa said
"Really, said
the pot to the kettle," Rebel said. Marissa and Rebel break out in giggles
and tried to walk away. I grabbed Rebel by the elbow, "Where are you
going, pretty girl?"
"Have fun on
your date, pretty boy," Rebel said with a wink and walked away with her
arm linked with Marissa's. Fuck!
The rest of the
night I watched Rebel while trying to distance myself from Lindsay. She
wouldn’t take no for an answer, but I was finally able to drop her like a bad
habit. She stormed off in a huff when I roughly told her, “Lindsay, you and I
are never getting back together. We didn’t work out the first time because you
couldn’t keep your hands off other men. Do yourself a favor and move on.”
“Fuck you, Wyatt,”
she screamed as she stormed towards the exit. I continue to follow Rebel’s
every move. I stalked her on the dance floor. She was dancing with Marissa. I
inched my way closer to her until her back was flushed against my front. I
placed my hands on her hips and swayed with her to the voice of Norah
Jones, "Come away with me." I lean over her so that my lips are
close to her ear, "I want a do over," I softly said.
"A do over for
what?" she asked.
"I want to
start over with you. I want to take you out, get to know you. What do you
say, pretty girl? Will you go out with me? "
"Umm… that
would be a big fat negative," she said and walked away. She headed towards
the restroom. I stalked her like a lion would its prey in sight. I cornered her
in the hallway, I pressed her against a wall. I lean in and I gently caressed
her check and brush my lips lightly against her soft luscious lips. She shivers
in my arm. I love how responsive she is by my touch.
I lean into her so
my lips are near her right ear and whisper, “Go out to dinner with me
tomorrow.” She’s breathing hard. I know I have this effect on her and I simply
love it.
“Okay, yes I’ll go
to dinner with you,” she said breathlessly.
I' M PICKING Rebel up from Marissa's place and I'm
nervous as fuck. I haven't been on a date going on two years now. I'm not a
player, but I just haven't met someone that I've wanted to spend time with. It
takes me fifteen minutes to find a parking spot. It's a block away from
Marissa's apartment. I knock on the door and Rebel answers it with a wink and
arms. I invite my tongue into her mouth, not caring if I have her permission. It
feels incredible, I don't want to stop. I only had a small taste of her for one
night, and now that she's here, I want to pick-up where we left off. I want to continue
kissing her. I want to dive deeper into her mouth. I feel like an archeologist
exploring unknown territory. I want to find all her secret pleasure points to
drive her higher and higher, until she's moaning my name. Until she combusts in
my arms. She resisted at first, struggling to free herself from my arms, but I
wasn't having it. I held her tighter to me; eventually she relaxed and let her
guard down, returning the kiss with fervor. A clearing of a throat broke us
apart. I groaned in frustration. Rebel's cheeks were a pretty shade of pink.
“Excuse me Wyatt,
but what the hell is going on? Who is she?” Lindsay growled.
“Lindsay, this is
Rebel,” I answered.
“Well, would you
mind telling, Reba, was it? To find her own man?” Lindsay rudely said.
“Lindsay, her name
is Rebel not Reba. Lindsay we are not together. I didn’t come with you,” I
replied.
“I cannot believe
you said that to me Wyatt. We have history,” Lindsay said.
“We are history
Lindsay,” I said. I cannot believe this is fucking happening. I waited months
to see Rebel again and it had to happen with Lindsay around. Fucking shit.
Rebel looked at Lindsay and said, “Don’t worry, he’s all yours.” Marissa
sauntered to us with a shit eating grin on her face.
"Seriously,
dude? I did not see that coming, okay I did. You've been keeping secrets from
me Reby," Marissa said
"Really, said
the pot to the kettle," Rebel said. Marissa and Rebel break out in giggles
and tried to walk away. I grabbed Rebel by the elbow, "Where are you
going, pretty girl?"
"Have fun on
your date, pretty boy," Rebel said with a wink and walked away with her
arm linked with Marissa's. Fuck!
The rest of the
night I watched Rebel while trying to distance myself from Lindsay. She
wouldn’t take no for an answer, but I was finally able to drop her like a bad
habit. She stormed off in a huff when I roughly told her, “Lindsay, you and I
are never getting back together. We didn’t work out the first time because you
couldn’t keep your hands off other men. Do yourself a favor and move on.”
“Fuck you, Wyatt,”
she screamed as she stormed towards the exit. I continue to follow Rebel’s
every move. I stalked her on the dance floor. She was dancing with Marissa. I
inched my way closer to her until her back was flushed against my front. I
placed my hands on her hips and swayed with her to the voice of Norah
Jones, "Come away with me." I lean over her so that my lips are
close to her ear, "I want a do over," I softly said.
"A do over for
what?" she asked.
"I want to
start over with you. I want to take you out, get to know you. What do you
say, pretty girl? Will you go out with me? "
"Umm… that
would be a big fat negative," she said and walked away. She headed towards
the restroom. I stalked her like a lion would its prey in sight. I cornered her
in the hallway, I pressed her against a wall. I lean in and I gently caressed
her check and brush my lips lightly against her soft luscious lips. She shivers
in my arm. I love how responsive she is by my touch.
I lean into her so
my lips are near her right ear and whisper, “Go out to dinner with me
tomorrow.” She’s breathing hard. I know I have this effect on her and I simply
love it.
“Okay, yes I’ll go
to dinner with you,” she said breathlessly.
I' M PICKING Rebel up from Marissa's place and I'm
nervous as fuck. I haven't been on a date going on two years now. I'm not a
player, but I just haven't met someone that I've wanted to spend time with. It
takes me fifteen minutes to find a parking spot. It's a block away from
Marissa's apartment. I knock on the door and Rebel answers it with a wink and
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