Post by LovelyJeanette on Nov 30, 2005 19:36:16 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]The Dance[/glow][/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300]Rating:[/glow]pg-13
A/N: You'll notice that I use 4-H in many of my stories...that is mainly because I myself am an avid 4-H member, and find it a good thing to use in a story. Also, I do tend to use the name Matthew in between the stories because I don't know many boy names that I like. If you have any ideas for what to change this Matthew (or any other Matthew you find featured in my stories) 's name to, please pm me, and I will be very happy. I hope you enjoy this story!
[glow=red,2,300]Chapter one[/glow]
Dave walked into the pizza place- pants slung low, with his hat backwards, as he scanned the crowd for his girlfriend of the week- Sasha. He finally spotted her after about five minutes of looking. She was over by the soda fountain, her fake blonde highlights integrating themselves with the crowd, and she was getting water.
“Yo! Sasha!” he called out to her. He made his way over to her, kissing loudly her puckered lips. “Sweetheart” she purred in a nasal tone. “I almost thought you wouldn’t be here”.
Dave slung his arm around her, and started to walk toward the nearest booth, but Sasha turned and started kissing him heavily, and groping him. They only stopped when some girl in the booth across from them shouted “Get a room!” Then they moved over to the booth and started kissing there. Sasha put food in his mouth purring in an affected tone “Sweetheart” as she did so. They didn’t notice at all when the bill came, and they began making out again over it.
This was how it always was with David and his bitchy (for Dave called them that himself, albeit privately) girlfriends acted around each other. And usually the night would end with a visit to the girl’s home. More than usually. All the time. Sasha was practically throwing herself at his feet. And it was only their first date. Every inch of her screamed that she was a sl*t. Tonight would definitely be capped off by a visit to her house.
The girl in the booth next to him (not the one that had shouted) got up to get more soda. She had a buzz cut, and her hat screamed ‘Get Out’ on the front, and on the back said Zion National Park. Her shirt was a shirt from the Sesquicentennial weekend the previous year and she wore a pair of extremely dirty jeans that looked at least five years old.
Her friend, the one who had shouted, a husky, bushy-haired girl, was wearing jeans that looked like they had belonged to her granny. She had on a sort of weird turtleneck probably from some catalogue like Hanna Anderson. They both had rather thick blonde hair, even though the first girl had buzz cutted hers. You could tell that they weren’t ditzes, like Sasha and her dye job on her once brunette hair most undoubtedly was. Sometimes the real blondes weren’t ditzes at all- it was the ones who wanted to be blondes that were. The first girl came back, and the two resumed eating pizza. They looked about fifteen years old, but who could tell? Dave certainly couldn’t.
In a few minutes the girl with the buzz cut went down the hallway that led to the bathroom, and soon the girl in the turtleneck who had shouted followed. EWW! Were they lesbians? Making out in the bathroom… he’d certainly done that before with many of his previous girlfriends, but seriously… with a member of the same s*x? Anyways, they were ugly. He didn’t care.
He turned his mouth back to Sasha, and they started up again. He kissed her neck, and when she couldn’t stand the sexual urges anymore, she said huskily “Let’s go back to my place” he looked at her dully. “All right sweetums, but I have to go to the bathroom first”. Sasha looked at him then put on her sexiest pout and kissed him hard before letting him go. “You’re deserting me” she whined to his retreating back. Dave turned and blew her a kiss. “I’ll be back soon- don’t worry!” he said, crossing his fingers.
He waited till she couldn’t see him before he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
[glow=red,2,300]Rating:[/glow]pg-13
A/N: You'll notice that I use 4-H in many of my stories...that is mainly because I myself am an avid 4-H member, and find it a good thing to use in a story. Also, I do tend to use the name Matthew in between the stories because I don't know many boy names that I like. If you have any ideas for what to change this Matthew (or any other Matthew you find featured in my stories) 's name to, please pm me, and I will be very happy. I hope you enjoy this story!
[glow=red,2,300]Chapter one[/glow]
Dave walked into the pizza place- pants slung low, with his hat backwards, as he scanned the crowd for his girlfriend of the week- Sasha. He finally spotted her after about five minutes of looking. She was over by the soda fountain, her fake blonde highlights integrating themselves with the crowd, and she was getting water.
“Yo! Sasha!” he called out to her. He made his way over to her, kissing loudly her puckered lips. “Sweetheart” she purred in a nasal tone. “I almost thought you wouldn’t be here”.
Dave slung his arm around her, and started to walk toward the nearest booth, but Sasha turned and started kissing him heavily, and groping him. They only stopped when some girl in the booth across from them shouted “Get a room!” Then they moved over to the booth and started kissing there. Sasha put food in his mouth purring in an affected tone “Sweetheart” as she did so. They didn’t notice at all when the bill came, and they began making out again over it.
This was how it always was with David and his bitchy (for Dave called them that himself, albeit privately) girlfriends acted around each other. And usually the night would end with a visit to the girl’s home. More than usually. All the time. Sasha was practically throwing herself at his feet. And it was only their first date. Every inch of her screamed that she was a sl*t. Tonight would definitely be capped off by a visit to her house.
The girl in the booth next to him (not the one that had shouted) got up to get more soda. She had a buzz cut, and her hat screamed ‘Get Out’ on the front, and on the back said Zion National Park. Her shirt was a shirt from the Sesquicentennial weekend the previous year and she wore a pair of extremely dirty jeans that looked at least five years old.
Her friend, the one who had shouted, a husky, bushy-haired girl, was wearing jeans that looked like they had belonged to her granny. She had on a sort of weird turtleneck probably from some catalogue like Hanna Anderson. They both had rather thick blonde hair, even though the first girl had buzz cutted hers. You could tell that they weren’t ditzes, like Sasha and her dye job on her once brunette hair most undoubtedly was. Sometimes the real blondes weren’t ditzes at all- it was the ones who wanted to be blondes that were. The first girl came back, and the two resumed eating pizza. They looked about fifteen years old, but who could tell? Dave certainly couldn’t.
In a few minutes the girl with the buzz cut went down the hallway that led to the bathroom, and soon the girl in the turtleneck who had shouted followed. EWW! Were they lesbians? Making out in the bathroom… he’d certainly done that before with many of his previous girlfriends, but seriously… with a member of the same s*x? Anyways, they were ugly. He didn’t care.
He turned his mouth back to Sasha, and they started up again. He kissed her neck, and when she couldn’t stand the sexual urges anymore, she said huskily “Let’s go back to my place” he looked at her dully. “All right sweetums, but I have to go to the bathroom first”. Sasha looked at him then put on her sexiest pout and kissed him hard before letting him go. “You’re deserting me” she whined to his retreating back. Dave turned and blew her a kiss. “I’ll be back soon- don’t worry!” he said, crossing his fingers.
He waited till she couldn’t see him before he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.