Roan
At this point, I’ve pretty much stopped trying to tear my eyes away from her. Because every time I make a concerted effort to do so, they somehow find their way right back to her again.
The attraction currently humming through my body is completely baffling. This girl isn’t even my usual type. Like at all.
For one thing, she’s got a ton of attitude. Can’t exactly say I’ve ever stumbled across that before. And she doesn’t want anything to do with me either. Which is another first. I probably shouldn’t enjoy needling her as much as I do. But I just can’t seem to help myself, it’s so damn easy. Not to mention entertaining.
Trying to be objective, I allow my eyes to slide slowly over her body. The girl is all long lean lines with a high tight ass. I’m the first one to admit I usually go for a girl with a lot of soft curves. Big breasts, small nipped in waist, and a nicely rounded ass. This one- Ivy- isn’t built like that at all.
She looks kind of… well… flat.
Plus, there’s no ass to speak of.
But she’s got legs for miles. I think they might actually start under her armpits.
And yet there’s something about her. Something that has my eyes constantly shifting back to her. Like a puzzle I can’t quite solve. Apparently I won’t be letting this go until I either figure it out or fuck her.
As much as I would like to just fuck her and move on, I don’t think that’s going to happen. Although I could be wrong. For all I know, this could be some big show she’s putting on. Playing hard to get or some shit like that.
You know what the most hilarious part of today has been?
As soon as I’d walked into my business ethics class, I’d spotted her with her hand covering her face like she was actually trying to hide from me.
Even now my lips twitch as I think about it.
Fucking cute as hell. Seriously.
Instead of outing her, I’d let her sit there for the remainder of class thinking I didn’t have a clue she was there. Like she’d gotten one over on me. There were a few times I could actually feel her eyes on me. All I’d wanted to do was turn around and meet her gaze. But I didn’t. I just let her look her fill.
So after class let out, I waited around for her. But that hadn’t exactly gone the way I’d expected it to. I thought she’d be into spending a few hours together. After all, I could tell when she’d spilled her coffee all over me that she was checking me out and liked what she saw.
Yeah… that offer had only seemed to piss her off.
The girl has some spunk, I’ll give her that.
“Dude, I don’t like the look on your face.”
My eyes slide to Dylan who has apparently sidled up to me while I was zoning out, thinking about Ivy.
Going for nonchalant, I shrug my shoulders. “What are you talking about?”
He nods his head towards the girls who are currently out there dancing their proverbial asses off. Even though Dylan self admittedly doesn’t have any moves whatsoever, he isn’t about to leave his woman out there unattended. They’ve already drawn quite a crowd of horny guys.
And who can blame those dudes?
Both of them are sexy as hell. Lexie with all her sweet curves and Ivy with her tight athletic body moving with so much grace that it’s completely mesmerizing.
Well, I’m completely mesmerized by it.
I take a quick peek around me, noticing that I’m not the only one checking her out. My hand tightens around the green glass bottle I’m holding.
“Screwing around with her, dude, it’s a bad idea.”
I take a long pull from my beer not really wanting to hear what Dylan has to say on the subject. In all honesty, Dylan doesn’t give a damn if I fuck Ivy. He only cares that fucking her could somehow inadvertently effect his relationship with Lexie. If I screw over her friend, he’s going to end up hearing about it.
Apparently my poker face isn’t what it used to be because he keeps on yammering. “Lexie will kick your ass if you mess with Ivy. You know that, right?”
Yeah… he’s not lying either.
Lexie will seriously do it. She might be small and pixie-like but she can get her crazy on. I’ve seen her go ape-shit. Plenty of times. It’s not pretty. Although, if it’s not happening to you specifically, then it’s pretty damn funny. You can just sit back and enjoy the show.
Been there, done that.
Even though I should keep on denying it, I hear myself asking, “What if she’s into it?”
Because come on… they’re always into it. I’ve yet to meet a girl not into getting it on.
My eyes continue sliding over her. The fluid way she moves her body has my balls tightening and my cock stirring with interest. I bet she’s a freaking wildcat in bed… I wonder if she can bend her body into a whole bunch of sexy positions.