Last Ron-De-Vu
It was big and had me going.
Its curves were enormous and had me from the first moment I had set my lustful eyes on it. If only I could get my hands on it. Lord knows what I could do to it. I knew I could take it for a ride and treat it like a baby. My baby. My hand lingered down the smooth side of its walls, while my mouth salivated. God, I wanted it so bad.
It was awkward. His breath was shitty, hands were sweaty, and his words were dumb. He was a loser that couldn’t ever get a date in his life and I volunteered on the pity level to do it. My back stood against the damn wall as his face inched closer to mine. “What the hell man!” I shouted, “It’s the first damn date and I don’t even like you. No wonder you can’t ever get a girl. Gee!” So much for these pity dates I go on. This was the last one I ever pity. They usually just sit and nervously talk, but this one had some seriously bad actions that turned me off.
He was already making a move. What an idiot. I yanked my purse away from him, grabbed my keys full of jangles, and shoved his fat ass out of the way. I flipped my hair back in anger and turned the opposite way. My heels clomped as I marched off to God knows where.
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