Shifting Ways

chapter three- Questions, Flirting & Dinner plans

In the end we settled on a small locally owned Italian restaurant ‘Il Piccolo Ristorante’, it was literally called 'The Small Restaurant' in Italian.

Since it was only around two, I decided to go back into the living room with uncle David’s varsity soccer team.

My mother on the other hand decided that she needed to go back up stairs to change, yet again. I couldn’t help it when I rolled my eyes.

I mean, I wasn't a complete tomboy. I wasn't really a girly-girl either. I was one of those awesome girls that was somewhere in the middle.

I had all intentions to change for dinner, then again for the party tonight. But even for me that was more outfits in one day then normal.   

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I climbed back onto Sam’s lap. With a laugh I slapped his hand away as he tried to sneak it up under my skirt.

Sam was new to the group. I had met a couple months ago. Most of the other faces in the living room were familiar.

I was pretty familiar with the JV and varsity teams that my uncle couched. 

I turned to the other guy that was on the couch. The other one that had been all over me.

He was a very good looking guy, maybe 6’2’’. It was hard to gauge while he was sitting.

He had onyx black hair and the brightest deep green eyes I had ever seen.

I was pretty sure that he wasn’t on the team.

I didn't have a chance to speak to him before my mother came down stairs earlier.

So I decided that I should probably get to know a bit about him now that I had the chance. Since well, he was part of our little triangle make out session earlier. 

Turning on Sam’s lap so that I faced the other guy I pondered where to start.

“So stranger, what’s your name?”

I asked as I  took in all his sexy good looks. He met my eyes and held them.

The moment that I met his eyes I knew that I could trust him, that he was safe.

He broke eye contact and looked at the T.V. with a smirk.

Probably at the fact that I had blatantly been checking him out. 

“It’s Trevor." 

“Are you still in high school?”

I asked a bit skeptical. He looked about 19 maybe 20 years old. He didn’t answer this time.

I waited a couple minutes then, in a quick fluid movement, I slipped onto his lap straddling him.

At first he seemed a little startled by the movement.

He quickly recovered and started to place his hands on my butt. I stopped him before he got close.

“Ah, ah, ah.”

I scolded with a teasing grin.

“No touching, I am playing a game with my mother. Other then that, hands to yourself."

"Your the one straddling me princess."

I dropped his hands and he rested them on top of my thighs not moving a finger.

I could feel the tension in his body as he gave my thighs a slight squeeze.

I smiled amused, because he was obliviously a player. Which was only supported by snorts and mutters around the room of  ‘wont stop him’.