I really didn’t want to be working today. It was a quiet Winter Sunday and I was already dreading the cold walk home after my shift. It was boring too. Not many customers were in the mood for shopping today in this weather. At least there was one thing to keep me entertained… The new girl. Her name was Sally Ann, and all I knew was that she was blonde, Southern and petite. I’d mostly just watched her from behind, bending over as she restocked shelves with the enthusiasm only a new employee could have. Her tight jeans perfectly fitted her ass and when she bent over every man within range turned his head. She had a cute face too. Small but perfectly shaped lips, huge eyes and a surprisingly cheeky smile. I hadn’t dared talk to her yet, but I’d smiled across the floor when she walked past a couple of times. Today she wore her hair up in a ponytail, and her chest stretched the buttons of her uniform extra tightly.
Author: LittleRedWritingHead
Truth or Dare [MFF] [College]
It was Friday night drinks with the boys, and we’d just started truth or dare. I was already a little drunk, and getting more so by the minute. We were all in Joe’s dorm, as we usually were, and pre drinking before heading out to the bar later. We’d had a good game so far, and I’d gotten away with nothing too scandalous yet. Soon though it was my turn again, and I recklessly decided to choose dare. “Alright Wesley”, said Joe, looking cheeky. “I dare you to go next door to Jackie and Britt’s dorm and ask one of them to hook up.” Oh geez, I thought to myself, how embarrassing… “Great, just another chance to be rejected by beautiful women.” I said, and the guys laughed. They knew that my recent track record with women hadn’t been the best, and I didn’t have much hope for this dare. Britt and Jackie were the hottest girls on our floor, and adored by every guy on campus. I downed my beer and told them to wait for me, assuring them that my rejection would probably only take a minute.
Getting wet in the storm [MF]
The dark grey clouds finally set in and rain poured from the sky. I was halfway through my run, still 20 minutes from home, and I was going to get drenched. It was stupid of me to go out during the brief break in the storm. I raced to the nearest shelter I saw, a large willow tree, but I couldn’t stand here forever. I was already cold and dripping wet. My white workout shirt was now see through from the sudden downpour, and it clung to my chest revealing my pink sports bra underneath. My nipples were hard and cold, poking through the fabric and exposing me. I crossed my arms to cover them. My tight black running shorts clung even tighter to my skin, and I could feel a camel toe forming in the tight fabric. I cringed. This was a nice neighborhood, and my wet and exposed body would stick out like a sore thumb. I glanced down the street, trying to find where else I could seek shelter on my way home. I started to calculate how long it would take me when I suddenly heard my name behind me “Stacey?”.
The guy on our couch part 2. [MF]
We continue sitting silent for several moments, regaining our breaths and reliving what just happened. ‘What can I do for you now?’ I finally ask, eager to return the favor. I was topless, with my panties pulled to the side and dripping. ‘Honestly Kate, that was all I wanted for tonight. It’s sort of my thing. I wanted to please you.’ He ran a finger down my stomach and kissed me on my navel. ‘I think its bed time now, but I’ll still be here tomorrow night if you find yourself coming home late again.’ I blush, already thinking about doing that again… ‘Ok deal’ I say, and pull my dress and panties back on for the walk to my room. ‘Good night Joe’. He winked and pulled his blanket back up to cover him. I head down the hall to my room and collapse on my bed, still a little tipsy and now thoroughly exhausted from the night’s events.
The guy on our couch [MF]
I drunkenly stumble through the creaky front door and try in vain to stay quiet, cringing as my heels clunk loudly on the cold kitchen tiles. I know it’s late, and i’d get hell tomorrow if I woke any of my roommates up. I tiptoe towards the living room, praising god for the soft carpet that would soon muffle my steps. I take one step onto the soft fuzz when I notice a light still on in the corner of the room. Wondering if one of my roommates was still up, I step further in and to my surprise see a shirtless guy sitting on our couch. He looks pretty surprised to see me too. ‘Oh, Hi! I’m Joe. I’m a friend of your roommate Ben. I’m crashing here this weekend for a game.’ He gets up to shake my hand and I finally see him in the light. He’s cute, gorgeous even, and he isn’t wearing a shirt.
The Yellow Ferrari [MF]
You pick me up in your Ferrari, its bright yellow sheen reflecting on my pale skin like sunlight. You wear a new navy suit, and I see it in all its glory when you step out of the driver’s seat. You admire my red dress, the maroon velvet clinging to my curves like it was painted on. My red hair cascades like waves around my face, and my dark lipstick perfectly frames my rosebud lips. You say *Happy Valentines* *Day* and tell me I look beautiful, and I blush because I know I do. You take my hand and lead me away from the footpath towards the car, its sheen looking brighter the closer I get. You tell me to be careful, because my heels are high and the car is low and you don’t want to see my pretty little face hurt. I climb into the seat, delicately trying to keep my legs together and stay as innocent as I pretend to be.