Sta.sh
Wow. Okay. I’ll admit it. She kicked my ass. She picked it up and drop kicked it into next week. I mean, this was the girl who was never seen without a hairbrush and had a meltdown in chem class because she couldn’t find her phone charger. At least, I think it was the same girl....
When I’d first worked up the courage to ask Ally on a date after lots of encouragement from the guys, I figured we’d spend the evening getting dinner and catching a movie. I walked up to her house and rang the doorbell, and she answered, wearing a tight pink dress that showed off her long legs and nice.... yeah.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said with a smile. What? I looked at my watch. It was 7:28. We agreed on 7:30, right? Or was that the time we were supposed to be at the restaurant? Shit.
“Oh, uh.... sorry.”
“Don’t be. Come on in,” she held the door open wider and motioned for me to come inside. Who am I to say no to a hot girl who wants me in her house? “My parents aren’t home right now.”
I gulped. Could she be suggesting what I think she’s suggesting? Please be suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I silently prayed.
My nervousness must’ve been showing, because she giggled and whispered, “Close your eyes.” I did as she asked, and she put something in my hands. It was cold, plastic, and very familiar. I opened my eyes and saw her kneeling in front of the TV with her back to me. My vision trailed downward. That dress really did hug her curves in all the right places. She stood up and turned the TV on. Oh, this is gonna be too easy.
“I’m not usually on the bottom,” I confessed.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” she said with a smirk. And then we went at it. She completely dominated me; I wouldn’t have stood a chance even if I could’ve kept up with her. The room was filled with heavy breathing, frantic motions, and the smell of sweat, and despite my best efforts, she finished quickly.
She looked over at me and laughed. “So, how was it?”
“....Wow.”
The next day at school, I slid into the bench at lunch, still confused and excited about the previous night.
“How’d the date go?” Tyler asked, a big grin on his face.
“....She is really good at Mario Kart.”
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