Luv Me!

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I know you really give zero concerns with how it began and you don't want to read the stupid boring intro so I'll just start where it really went down with the first guy, Hector my Sexy Latin Hunk.

I climbed down from the bleachers when he approached me. He stood there in front of me looking deeply into my black-brown eyes and my body locked. Earlier teenagers on the floor threw candy to the audience and with my luck of course I didn't get any. Not even a piece flew close enough for me to catch.

Since we stopped in the rush to leave people rudely walked around us looking back at us like we were machines that just stopped working. However I was too stunned by the fact that he was really standing in front of me as I looked up into his brilliantly bright honey brown eyes to even care. He had his hands in his grey and purple hoodie's pockets. He must've saw that I hadn't gotten any candy because he pulled out one of his hands from a pocket and handed me a "bite size" Snickers bar with a gentle smile. I just kept staring into his eyes frozen.

"Do you not want it?" He asked and started to put it back inside his pocket.

"I do." I said grabbing his hand and stopping him, not letting go of his comfortable eyes. And man did his hand feel great! Hector is a hunk but probably not what you're thinking, stocky and huge, no. He is "muy especial!" Instead he isn't that swole but just right, lean and fit, a typical runner's body, amazing tight not-too tight abs, a small sexy waist, a decently big broad chest, nice legs, and reassuring thick arms. He has a sexy slim athletic figure and I love it ever since I saw him in a cross country meet, his team won the cup. Besides his sexy figure, he had a cute smile behind his beautiful lips, a cute nose and a fade on the sides of his head that lead to his shortened long hair on top. He was definitely my type and I know I'm nowhere near his, so why was he talking to me? I still held onto his full soft hand. I took the piece of chocolate from him and in return he grabbed my wrist gently and held onto it, not caring about the people that were rudely watching us.

"Come with me?" He insisted and I nodded. He lead me through the crowd and outside. Then we walked around the building until we were in the empty football field, alone...

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