One Shots

Her Type of Man [Straight]

Her Type of Man

"You're staring again."

"Shut up, no I'm not...am I?"
Brandi nudges Kim in the ribs causing Kim to squirm. Kim tears her gaze away from the group of the boys crowded around the wooden bench and back to her group of girls. Maybe it's from the long night she had revising for the English test that her teacher had so kindly placed in the middle of the week, on the night of a netball match; that Kim can't hide her gazes as well.
"Girl you have it so bad. But come on, tell us which hunk is it? Brandon?-"
"No, no I bet it's Jacque. That French accent is so séxy-"
"Or is it C-"
"Guys! I am not telling you. It doesn't matter anyway," cuts in Kim laughing at her girls. Each of them are so unique but somehow they all mesh and of course they share their love of netball.
"Why not? Kimmie, if I wasn't your friend, I would hate you. I mean, you're pretty, smart and so sickeningly humble. If you want something-or someone-you should go for it," lectures Rani. She's definitely the 'geek' of their group and when she really wants something she goes all out for it. Kim wishes she could be like that but when it comes to boys, part of her is hesitant.

Besides the boy she likes wouldn't go for someone like her. She's not his type-she's sure. And typically, anyone looking at her wouldn't guess him to be her type either. The coifed brown hair, the black glasses and the lean, tall frame. No way would anyone even guess him to be so popular and sporty but he is because he's so nice. A genuinely good guy so how could Kim not be attracted to him. Besides...he is totally hot.

"Honey, bell's gone," points out Charlene pulling Kim along to their next lesson.

"By girls, and don't forget we're going shopping tonight," she reminds them. With her parents gone for there anniversary in Spain, this weekend is the perfect excuse for Kim to buy that lace blue dress she's been pining for but needing an occasion. Plus with her mum not there, she can definitely get away with it.

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As the last of her girl friends arrives, Kim leads her towards the kitchen for a drink before rejoining the dance floor and loosing herself again for a little while.

Taking a break from the dancing, she glances around the darkened room, her eyes pausing at the amazing outfits of some of the girls. But there's one person that stands out to her. The one in the corner leant against the wall, nodding to the beat whilst taking sips of his beer. As she watches, he pushes up his black-framed glasses with the tip of his finger and crosses one long chino clad leg over the other.

"Go get him," whispers Rani, shocking Kim. Her cheeks blush bright red.

"Wh-what? I'm not-I wasn't-" splutters Kim glancing away.
Rani gives her a pointed look, those big brown Indian eyes of her full of no-nonesense then rolling.
"Kim seriously, now's your chance. Go talk to him, hell! If you don't want to talk here, ask him to talk to you somewhere else. And if you don't want to talk then...there's plenty of other things-"
"Rani!"
"Come on, Kimmie, grow a vagina and go get what your man. Before someone else does. Besides...if he doesn't feel the same, blame it on alcohol."
"Rani...I can't just blame alcohol. That's such a weak excuse."
"It's just an idea Kim, do what you want with it. But girl, seriously, you don't want to live life in regret."

After a few more minutes of thought, Kim decides Rani's right. She's been waiting too long, pathetically pining after him but tonight she needs to give it a shot. So the 'what-ifs' and 'what could have been's' can once and for all be vanquished. With one last sip of her drink she places it down and strides over to him.
"Hey, Scott"
"Oh..er..hi Kim-sorry, Kimberly," he nervously stutters, cheeks faintly darkening. His shyness is absolutely adorable, not to mention slightly empowering. It gives Kim some much needed confidence.
"Kim, Kimmie, Kimberly; it's all fine, Scott. I actually wanted to talk to you."
Scott's eyes widen, his grey eyes glistening with wonder.
"Huh? Wh-what?-I mean, what's up?"
"...Mmm, it's...it's a little loud here. Why don't we go somewhere quieter?" suggest Kim.
Scott swears he feels his heart stop. Why would Kimberly Dare be talking to him? He was pretty sure until about 2 minutes ago that she doesn't know his existence. But of course, he would hers. Who doesn't know about her? Sweet, smart and so, so beautiful. Scott would have to be crazy not to be attracted to her like about half of the senior class already are.
"...Er...okay, sure," shrugs Scott, mentally reminding himself to play it cool.

However when Kim starts heading up the stairs, he can feel his heart beating hard against his chest as a lump forms at his throat.

"Kim...upstairs?" he hesitantly enquires. Why would they need to go upstairs? Is the kitchen not quiet enough?
"Yeah, this is a really...personal matter," sultrily states Kim, her wicked smirk hidden from him. This isn't so bad. She's not sure why she was even worried before. Scott's a pússy cat and certainly no-one she should have been intimidated by.
"Oh...Okay," nods Scott completely baffled.

Pushing through into her bedroom, Kim invites him inside, shutting the door and quietly locking it as he spins around.

"So what's up?" he casually asks.
Kim ignores him, gliding over to sit on the bed. When he simply continues staring at her, she gives him a wide-eyed innocent gaze and pats the space next to her. Almost reluctantly, Scott saunters over and cautiously perks onto the bed beside her.
"Scott..." exhales Kim, suddenly nervous. How the hell is she meant to do this? Just spit it out and kiss him or...slowly break it to him and wait for his reaction?...Or screw it! This is her last year of sixth form, she'll be damned if she doesn't take the opportunity now.
"I like you."

Scott's jaw drops.
"Wh-what?!" he chokes out. He just can't comprehend that. It's just not possible. How can Kim be attracted to him?! A girl like her. Blonde, blue eyed, long legged-simply put a model-belongs with some rugby lad like Jamie.
Kim groans, "come on, Scott, don't torture me. I like you okay, as in I fancy you as in I am attracted to you."
"B-but I don't understand...is this-is this some kind of bucket list thing?" he questions rising quickly to his feet about to leave.
Kim's reflexes are quicker though and she takes his hand before he can just leave her hanging.
"Scott wait-no. No! God no, do you really think I'd be that kind of person? That I'd swoop as low as to give out pity-fúcks?" she gives him a dead panned look stating how deadly serious she is but to her surprise his cheeks blush red.
" 'Pity-fúck'?" he echoes eyes darting around the room as he gulps.
"Relax, I'm not going to rape you. You don't need to look so scared. If you don't feel the same, just tell me," she spits back, slightly pissed off. His shyness is cute but the look he just had in his eye-like she's some kind of séxual psychopath just makes her feel like a cougar praying on the young.
"I'm not scared," he snorts momentarily forgetting just who he's speaking to.
"Oh really?" she retorts standing up and coming only a hair's width from him.

"Look Kim, you're beautiful and smart so forgive me if I'm having a little trouble digesting this," he replies with the same challenging tone.
"Why would that be hard to digest Scott? Because a girl like me is only allowed to be attracted to meat heads? That I'm only allowed to sleep around having a string of lovers instead of steady boyfriends? Or that I shouldn't be going after what I want? Taking the first move? Does that intimidate you Scott? Am I being too aggressive for you?" she demands.
His hands dart out, coiling around her cinched waist and bringing her towards him. His lips crash to hers and as she gasps in surprise, he coils his tongue with hers embracing it in a passionate dance.

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This part is continued on my profile on Inkitt (under the same name). For more details look at the 'Foreword' at the start.

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"Scott? Baby, are you okay?" she whispers as he raises his head and regards her with a cocked eyebrow. With his sight blurring, he grasps his glasses off the side table and slips them on.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Kim can't help but laugh at that before she wears a sombre expression and replies softly, "maybe...if I was the virgin."

His whole body tenses before he rolls off her. 

"Scott-"

"How did you know?"

"I'm not sure...I just had this feeling-"

"Because I was so crap-"

"No! No, that's not it at all. You were...good, okay? At least as good as I've had so far. And look, it's not like I'm a expert or anything, so..." she cautiously shuffles herself beside him, nestling herself into his chest before asking again, "are you okay? Really?"





Scott stares down into the depth of concern in Kim's eyes and breathlessly smiling back. 
"Losing my virginity to the most beautiful girl I know? Yeah, I'd say I'm better than okay."