I had a crush. We all do. This crush was like no other. The girl--a perfect ten.
Jet black hair that glistened in the sunlight. A captivating smile. Luscious tan skin with a pair of perfectly toned legs which were put on display in the summertime when she wore tight jean shorts.
If I could just spend some time with her... If she just knew how I felt about her... If... These thoughts whizzed through my head like cars on the freeway, but I never had the courage to talk to her. She never knew how I felt. All I could do was admire from afar. Until recently...
I happened to bump into her at the grocery store. I recognized her, and surprisingly, she recognized me too. We were in the same college classes and we hadn't seen each other for a long time. We spent some time catching up, shooting the breeze, and all the while, I was building up the courage to finally ask her out. A dinner. A movie. Anything. As we were saying goodbye, I finally just blurted out, "Hey how about dinner tonight?" With a surprised pause, and looking at me with a shy grin, she said she'd love to.
Phew. Wasn't so hard after all.
She arrived later that night and I had cooked a perfect dinner with a chocolate dessert to top it off. She walked in the room in a black dress, which exposed enough to give you a peek of reality, but covered enough to make your imagination run wild on what you were missing. The combination of her perfume, her velvet-smooth legs glistening as if she stepped out of a sauna, and her bright red lipstick accentuating her silky lips and flawless smile was enough to make any man fall to his knees. I simply stared, open-mouthed for half a minute before I said a barely understandable, "Hello, hey." She just smiled.
I brought a couple glasses of wine to sip as we sat on the couch and caught up some more. Her voice was as soothing as warm honey tea. I just sat and admired. Her legs were crossed, and periodically she'd dangle her high heel off her foot and rub down her leg as she spoke providing an ultimate tease. She knew I was looking... and liking. It was almost time for dinner, and as I was describing the main course she put her hand on my upper thigh causing me to stop.
"Let's just skip to the dessert," she said softly.
She looked directly into my eyes, piercing me with her bright blues, as she bit her bottom lip. She moved her hand up my thigh onto my chest, pressing me back against the couch as she climbed over me.
"What do you say," she asked.
All I could do was nod as excitement shot through my veins. I moved my hands up her silky legs, which were softer to the touch than they looked. Our tongues began to flirt.