He sat there, wearing shorts and a wife beater, wondering what he should write; trying to come up with something interesting yet fun. He scratched his chin, and picked his brain for something good to flow to his fingers.
He thought about his life, and what would be a funny story to tell from it. He thought of some things he had written in the past; maybe he could branch off one of them. But nothing came to mind. He sighed with irritation and pushed back from his computer. He decided to go down stairs have a cup of coffee, maybe sit infront of the fire. Maybe he'd come up with something then. He always seemed to think of very creative things over a cup of coffee and a nice warm fire.
He was sitting there with his cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. He set his coffee down and walked over to open the creeky door, realizing he still had to fix that. There stood Stacey, the same age as him with grogeous locks of brown hair. She was wearing a small tank top with trimmed jeans that molded to her every curve. Her big blue eyes were intense and he got lost just looking at them. She said 'Hi' and he just stood there, stunned. He had seen her many times at school and wished that he had gotten enough of balls to go talk to her. But it never happened.
After a second or two, he snapped back to reality and immediately asked her to come in. He wondered why she had shown up amd as if she knew his thoughts she simple said she just needed to see him. Intriguied, he asked if she would like something to drink. She requested diet Pepsi and thanked him for it. He wasn't sure what to do, so he asked her if she would like to play pool or something. She smiled and agreed.
They walked down to the poolroom. He broke and she was impressed with his strength. Her first shot and he couldn't stand how beautiful she was. When it was his turn again he was so overwhelmed with her, and her body that he missed completely. He asked again why she had really come and saw her shrug but completely taken aback when she leaned over and gently touched her soft, tender lips to his. He froze instantly, not sure what had just happened or was happening. He felt his body turn cold and then hot almost at the same time. The emotion was intense and the kiss deepened in contact when her hand gently came up to cup his cheek. Her thumb gently storking his skin and his masculine hands massaging tenderly against her stiff back.
*beep* *beep* *beep*
He suddenly sat upright, looked over and saw that his clock read 7:00am. He moaned in disapointment, and realized that he was just dreaming and he was late for school.