Dirty Girls

Taste Me On Your Lips

Talk about freaked the hell out, I was immobile, like a statue preparing to be hammered down by the weapon of Thor himself. Never in my wildest dreams, or sordid fantasies of oceans and wandering fingers did I think it would ever happen.

He just…

He just rolled all up on me.

“What?”

What as in, ‘What in the hell are you doing?’

I turned my head to the side and evaded his lips as calmly as I could without turning into jelly within his hold. The light scent of Zest soap wafted underneath my nose as his cinnamon breath caressed my ear over and over again. My eyelids fluttered though my hands and arms moved to push him away, weakly though it was.

And he was sooo close. His lips wandered and vibrated as they passed over my cheeks, “ Relax.”

But I couldn’t.

My fingers shook and I turned my cheek this way and that to escape his hot kisses because they had me feeling like a whore down there.

“You—we--,” The words were there, they just wouldn’t come out, and his lips they were so close again and his arms were so strong. Then I felt it, the light soft skin of his flesh, his pink lips brushing against mines, “…do this.”

Heres the thing about me, you can’t just kiss me. No you really can’t just kiss me because my knees start to do this wobbly thing and I have to grab onto the closest thing to keep from falling down…I mean if the kiss is hella good then that’s going to happen.

But it can’t, because I swear to God if he gets this far then theres no telling how far he would get, because its too clear that I’m a fool for his pretty eyes, pink lips and white bright skin. I have a color complex, I’m working on it though…

And then the door begins to squeak just as his lips force mines apart.

“James, sneaking in my room again?”

You would think that she would catch the two of us in a compromising position but I’ve managed to sit on the bed and ruffle through my backpack for something I already know is in there. And james?

I don’t give a damn about what he’s doing, its me who will get the pissy end of the stick.

“Nah, I just came in,” I look up from ruffling through my back pack and watch Sarah cross her arms as James juggles with the PS3 in his hands with a smirk, “To get my PS3 you never gave it back. I’ve been going crazy without it, you know I need my games right?”

Not that its strange, thirty year old men need free time too.

“Aight, but you had to sneak into my room? And with Amirah?”

Oh fu—

“No, I told him I kenw where it was at and he came in with me. I thought that I had borrowed it from you.”

I mean I had played with it a couple days ago hadn’t I?

“Oh.” Her arms relax and she nods in agreeance, “I forgot that I had let you see it.”

I shrug and avoid James look because I know that I’ll give up myself and then I’ll be in a crap load of trouble for letting my eyes linger on his lips too long. So I rise up and throw my backpack on my right shoulder with the intentions of getting the hell out of there, “ I’m gonna call my mom ok?”

Not that she’ll answer, but whatever.

“Oh,” Sarah pats her pocket and I hear the metal clink, “The guys are gone, I can take you home now.”

I want to question why they are gone, but I honestly don’t give a fuck where they went to because the heat in the seat of my jeans has me about ready to faint.

“Ok, lets go.”

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College sucks a load of donkey kong if you ask me. I think this as I shuffle along with my satchel bag over my right shoulder and my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans. Its been a hell of a day and I just want to hop into my car, drive home and go to sleep…

Or just say fuck everything and hop over a bridge and hope that my death comes quickly.

“Hey boo.”

But of course someones going to come and mess up my fantasy’s, of course.

Dark fingers glide across my shoulder and as quick as a ninja I grab the same hand and twist as far back as I can. A manly grunt emits itself from Bobby’s pretty lips, but then he smiles and licks his lips, “You know I like it rough baby.”

As if.

“EW.” I throw his hand to the side and sidestep him so that I can get out of the science hall and head outside where my beautiful car awaits me.

My beautiful piece of shit car that is.

“Mia, don’t be like that.”

My feet can’t move fast enough, and these kinky twists on my head bounce along with my body, up and down up and down. Its amazing how you want someone so badly and then they can do just one thing to irk you forever, that’s what bobby did to me. I used to fantasize about this guy, I went to high school with him. I dreamed about having his babies…and now…?

He can go to hell…along with my first boyfriend.

Ugh,cuz I hate the both of them right now.

“Can I talk to you?”

“No.”

“Please, I swear to God I’m sorry.”

“Bobby, I don’t know what the hell is going on, but you have to leave me alone ok? Please?”

And it should get across to him, it should be planted in his head right now that I don’t want him to bother me anymore. It doesn’t matter how cute he is, or how handsome he is, or how amazingly sweet he can be, I still don’t want to talk to him.

“Give me another chance, I swear I’ll make up for it.”

I turn around, twists whipping in my face and my thighs burning from all of that pumping I did while walking away from him, “Why Bobby?”

“Mia, you don’t understand how long it took me to talk to you.” His body moves like a snake, slithering closer, his pretty slanted Asiatic eyes widen and I’ll be damned if I believe him, but I do.

“Bobby, please don’t start with this shit, you know all you ever wanted to do was hit and quit it after what your boy told you.”

The same boy I was so madly in love with tenth grade year, God, I was stupid for him.

“Can you just listen to me?”

I’m tired and my hips are hurting and this bag aint helping so I stop and I listen, “Ok, go.”

And I just hope its something worth listening to.