The girl that smells like Moonlight

Rose(4)

It is midnight, and the darkness envelops me as I wait at the curve. Lying on the ground, I gaze up at the twinkling stars, pondering how I ended up agreeing to this crazy rendezvous. Suddenly, I hear the soft taps of footsteps, and I look up to find Luna standing over me. Her night black hair shimmers in the moonlight as she smiles down at me. I can't help but feel flustered by her playful demeanor as she sits on my stomach, her hand gently caressing my cheek. Her captivating eyes, reminiscent of the moon, hold me in a trance as she leans in closer. Wait, I must be out of my mind. Why the heck am I letting this happen? I snap out of my daze, startled. I muster the strength to ask her through clenched teeth, "Please get off me..". I furrow my eyebrows in frustration. Using all my power to hide how breathless I feel. I'm done with her doing these things to me. I refuse to let her mind control me today. She Luna's disappointed expression tugs at my heartstrings, but I stand my ground. Luna crosses her arms visibly pouting. I frown back at her and roll my eyes. She huffs and reluctantly gets off me and stands up. She drags her eyes up my body like a lion surveying its prey. My body feeling tingly and exposed as her eyes drink me in. Then she quickly tears her eyes off of me and trains her eyes on the ground. She lightly bites her lip and lightly pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. Her eyes slowly meet mine, and she asks softly, "Do you need help up?". I feel super-hot, like my body is on fire.

As she stands up and gazes at me with a mix of curiosity and desire, my body tingles with nervous anticipation. When she offers me a hand to help me up, I awkwardly accept, mumbling, "Sure." without looking at her. I reach out to grab her hand, but it's squishy. My face heats up quickly with embarrassment. Wait a minute, I didn't grab what I think I did, did I? Afraid to look up, Mortified, I reluctantly meet her gaze, expecting anger or discomfort, but instead, I see a vulnerable and almost submissive expression on her face. The moment is charged with unspoken tension, her shocked face is red, her soft pink lips are slightly parted. I lean forward, towards her, closing my eyes. Her soft lips stirring something deep within me. She looks so cute! I want her. She's mine. She lets out a soft sound. I glance down at my hand and realize I am actually holding one of her boobs. I'm squeezing, it's pretty hard. I do a double take of her face. Her face is so full of emotion, so soft yet sensual. Unlike usual, she looks so....I feel a heat rush up my neck. It makes me want to grab the other one. Dang it! I sound like a pervert now. She didn't ask me to grab her boobs or anything. I'm no better than a creepy molester. It was just an accident, and I want it to stay that way. I sharply inhale to try to calm down and regain my composure. I pull my hand back quickly. My body protesting with every inch I get farther away from her. I mumble flusteredly not meeting her eyes., "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.". She frowns and glances at the ground, but the adorable look in her eyes stays. She runs her tongue across her bottom lip and then lightly bites it again. Her alluring eyes meet mine, drawing me towards her. Her pink lips part, and she asks in almost a whimper, "Why did you stop though?" while still blushing wildly. She clasps her hands together and nervously starts rubbing them together. My face ignites from her words. The heat starts creeping back up my neck. My breath staggering from the thoughts crossing my mind rapidly. What? Why did I stop? What could she mean? Then my eyes rake across her boobs again. Then I notice she has pretty big boobs. They look like they are D or double D sized. How do girls have boobs so big? They look so soft. I think back to the feeling of her boob in my hand. I wonder what they feel like out of her bra. I swallow, replaying the feeling of her skin in my mind. The heat reaching more of my body. I'm almost incapable of controlling my thoughts. A buzzing electric sensation taking hold of my body.

Crap! I'm being a creepy weirdo again! I stammer, "I, I didn't mean to." My eyes still tracing her every outline of her body so energetically. I'm unable to focus long enough to meet her eyes. I glance at her face as she frowns again, furrows her eyebrows and rolls her eyes. She seems ticked. Is she mad at me for grabbing her boob? Then a look of determination crosses her face, as she glares down at me with a fierceness. She slowly lowers her hands shakily towards the collar of her silky white button-up shirt. She suddenly starts unbuttoning the first two buttons. My eyes widen as I exclaim nervously, "What are you doing!?". She replies with a serious blank expression, "Trying to attract you. I thought that perhaps I'd be more attractive to you if I showed my chest to you. I was told that would help me gain attraction." Attraction????? I ask quizzically, "Like friendship?". She rolls her eyes and pensively grabs the bridge of her nose. She glares daggers at me, then replies simply "No, I mean relationship." She clasps both of my hands excitedly, pulling me up against her as she continues, "Don't tell me you didn't feel it?! You are my soulmate, Rose. I knew it since the moment I laid eyes on you. Please tell me you feel the same way." My eyes widen. I stumble backwards, caught off balance. My mind reels at her words. Attraction? Relationship? My heart pounds in my chest as she pulls me in closer. I feel overwhelmed with confusion, my thoughts in disarray as trying to make sense of it all. My chest tightens with panic as I replay the scene replays in my mind, unsure of my own feelings and what this all means for me. Soulmate? That's impossible. Sure, she is attractive in her own way, but I'm not a lesbian. Am I? I take another look at her. My eyes lock with her pleading eyes. Do I find her attractive? I, I just don't know. I need some time to think about this. Before I know it, my feet take off, running towards my house. I hurl myself through my bedroom window and plop down on my bed. I put a hand up against my chest. It's bound to beat out of my ribcage. Did she hear it earlier? It doesn't matter. I just need to go to sleep, and sort this out in the morning. Before I even think about it, more sleep takes over.