The Calling

Weston

I just probably had the best shopping trip of my life with this girl I barley know. Well, I guess I do know her. I've only known her for not even two days but I know that she rambles when she is nervous, she smells amazing, she is trying to find herself, she is an amazing writer, and it seems like she sees the good in people even when they do terrible things. I mean hearing from what happened with her and this Zoey chick and even her parents she still has good things to say about them.

I love listening to her talk, and the way she blushes over almost any comment I make. Has no one flirted with her before or ever given her attention because she's all I can seem to think about? I know I'm crazy, I don't even know what her favorite color is and I cant stop thinking about her. I think I stared at her too much today, she caught me many times, and her eye contact is not afraid of mine.

When we walked through the door with all her bags Matt looked pissed. I might have heard him invite himself on this shopping trip and when I saw her sneaking out I hopped on that opportunity before he could. I know he just wants to fuck her, but I don't know of course I thought about it a couple of times, maybe more since last night but I want to get to know her too. I know I said I need to lay off the distractions, with sex in general but our conversations have been something I've never had with the girls I sleep with.

Kennedy excused herself to her room and I told her I would bring the rest of her bags up in a minute. "So you stealing my girl from me or what?" Matty looked serious at first but then when he saw my face he started laughing and slapped me on the shoulder.

"I'm messing with you cowboy but harsh move, what a cock block you are, I thought you were going to take a break from sleeping with girls?" I then slapped him back on the arm and shushed him down so Kennedy wouldn't hear.

"First off, I'm not trying to fuck her, she's just-, I don't know different than the rest of the girls I've met. And second, don't even think about fucking her dude, she doesn't need your shrimp dick." We both started laughing before he flipped me off.

Me and Matty talked for a bit and he was not the only one wanting to get with Kennedy. He told me he heard Chris and Logan talking about how hot she is too, and making her our baseball Annie. I'm definitely going to have a talk with them about that and maybe show them some women empowerment videos.

I brought the rest of the bags up to Kennedy's room, surprisingly the door was open. She was already putting some of her clothes away. I set her bags down and she thanked me. She is always thanking people too much. "So since I went into major details about my life, I think it's your turn now Weston. I can't be the only one talking like you are my therapist." She laughs after her comment and I start thinking a way to keep her on her heels.

I leaned in towards her, "I think that can be a conversation for another day, which means you will have to hang out with me again, and maybe let's do something else other than shopping next time. I got to go get ready for the party and so do you, we will meet you downstairs in an hour or so," She blushed and I walked out thinking I was pretty smooth in there. Wait did I just ask her on a date? I feel giddy as I walked back to my room like some middle schooler who just hugged a girl for the first time but we haven't even touched yet.

That's the thing with the other girls I've slept with. Theirs no feeling inside me but a release I guess. Like I said, I've known this girl for almost two days now and I'm feeling things inside of me like butterflies I've never felt before.

I hopped in the shower and started getting ready, I picked out some light brown shorts and a creamy white shirt to go with it. I was rushing, mainly because I wanted to see if Kennedy would come with us. I grabbed a hat to put on and sprayed some collogne and headed downstairs. All the guys were downstairs waiting and I sat down trying to control my breath and watching the stairs to see if she'd come.

After a couple of minutes and the rest of the guys messing around, silence appeared in the room. I looked up from my phone over to Bry and Matty whose stare was focused on the stairs. When I focused my gaze on the stairs, it's like everything went in slow motion.

Kennedy walked down the stairs and she looked like something out of a movie. She had a black mini-skirt on and her top, Jesus Christ, her top was dark green with a v-line showing off her chest perfectly. The straps were sparkly and the top fitted her perfectly in all the right ways. Her long brown hair was now wavy and damn, her tanned skin went good with her outfit.

I think all of us were in a trance because all of a sudden she was standing in front of us looking down. I think we made her uncomfortable. Matty broke the silence, "Um, okay is everyone ready, you look fantastic by the way Ken Doll." The rest of the guys deverted their eyes and so did I. The thoughts I were having were so sinful I cant even say them.

Kennedy walked up to me and told me I looked nice but I was still distracted by her. "Oh um thanks, you look really good, are these some of the clothes you bought today?"

Oh my god, I probably sound so gay. She doesn't think I'm gay right? "Thank you, and yeah I couldn't wait to put them on."

We all headed out to the truck and my mind was still trying to take its way out of the very deep gutter it was in.