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| Melissa knew he was there but she knew one look and it would start all over again. Would that be such a bad thing? He felt mighty damn good the other day. Just keep staring at the TV it'll be okay. "Mis?"he sat down beside her. Oh dear God. Be cool. You can do this. She turned to him. Son of a bitch I knew this was gonna happen. Look at her. Short shorts and a bikini top. Where did sweet little innocent Missy go? Do I really care right now? Hell No! "Yeah?"she lost herself in those big skies of blue. "We need to talk,"he thought of something disgusting to ward off the growing need developing within the confines of his shorts. "I know,"she found her nipples growing hard and there was no way to hide them."Will you excuse me for just a minute?" "Sure." She went to the bedroom and threw a t-shirt on over her bikini top. He grabbed the ice cream as the TV droned out the remains of a Happy Days episode. She returned and silently watched him for a few minutes before returning to her place on the couch. "Hey,"she nervously smiled. "You're back." "You like Happy Days?" "Not really. I was just killing time while you were gone." "I've got pizza on the way." "Hungry?" "A little." "I honestly don't know how you keep that figures of yours with all you down. Not that I was noticing or anything,"he blushed. "Nick. You've seen me very naked. A feat that only two men have managed to attain." "Meaning?" "You brought out something in me that I only thought women in porno movies did." "So I'm responsible for that woman that barged into my house the other day?" "In case you didn't notice Nick, that was me." The doorbell interrupted the conversation."You gonna get that?" "Doesn't seem so important now,"she flipped the TV off and tossed the remote into the next chair. "I could use some..pizza..right...about...now,"his sentence trailing off as Melissa tossed away her t-shirt. "Then why aren't you moving?" "Because you're sitting on me." "A rather fine feeling it is too I might add,"she complimented as she prevented his movement from the couch. "Mis,"he protested. "Oh alright. I'll go get it,"she reluctantly slithered off his lap and left to answer the door. She returned with the pizza."What do you want to drink?" "Any kind of soda's fine." "Okay." "Mis?" She turned back to him."What?" "I'm not pushing you away, I'm just a little fuzzy on your reasoning behind the other day. I don't want things to end between us at all." |
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