Totally Clueless

Chapter 50

Josh opened the door to see Chrisy standing on his porch. As sparkly and shiny as a rare diamond.

She wore her skimpiest red tube dress. It hugged her breathless. Her platinum hair hung fluffy with curls and her lips devil red.

"Hi," She greeted.

Josh stared, his tongue only left to loll out like a puppy. He eyed her from her strappy nude sandals to her platinum curls.

His brain short circuited.

Chrisy saw the way he looked at her, studying every curve of her body, every inch of her exposed skin. The way the heart locket hung at her chest as if pointing to her cleavage, demanding him to take a look. After all she had left little to the imagination.

She'd achieved her goal. Everything was just as she wanted it. She wanted to look special for him, different, mature, beautiful and ready.

The way he stammered she knew he knew.

"Hey..." He finally responded after finding the voice that was lost in his throat. "...I aww...did I forget our plans?"

"No. " Chrisy simply replied to him batting her dark lashes. She saw him take a deep breath then.

"Oh, so where are you off to?" He asked.

"To see you silly..." She giggled playfully and stepped boldly pass him into his house, hoping he didn't see her cheeks turn the same shade as her dress or hear the pounding so loud in her chest.

Josh could not comprehend what was happening.

Did Chrisy just appear at his door scantily clad, with fire engine red lips and skirt way too high, let herself into his house with no apologies, and give him an instant fever?

He watched her hips sway like branches in the evening wind and her hair bounce lightly against her back. The familiar scent of her almost paralyzed him as it carried on the breeze behind her. Heat rose in him like a volcano.

"What was she doing?" he thought to himself.
"...waltzing in like she owned the place, looking like that?"

Truth be told, she didn't own the place but Josh knew she owned so much more, she owned his heart.

He couldn't move. He wanted to be near her, and yet he didn't want to. He was afraid. She had her killer gymnast legs on display, her cleavage inflated and deflated with each breath she took. Her eyes, her lips, her hair, her hidden beauty's came to the surface and dangled themselves in front of him, teasing him terribly, and he didn't like it.

"Are you going to close the door?" she asked, dismissing the presence of her invisible shivers.

" Yes."

He closed it, swallowing hard as he heard her giggle softly behind him.

" Can I get you something?" he asked her nervously.

Why was he nervous? It was Chrisy.

"No, I'm not thirsty,"

"Okay," he responded, but he still just stood there.

He folded his arms across his stomach to tame his hands because all they wanted to do was reach for her.

He looked around the house. It was a mess. Clothes and books were all over the living room.

"Sorry about the mess, I didn't know you were coming."

"It's fine,"

"Want to swing by Sharky's?" he suggested "...I'd be ready in no time,"