Dangerous-Bad era (think 1992 and RTT) (not famous)
Michael
'Willow, what are you doing here?' I asked the girl in front of me. All night I had seen her either in a corner, hiding away from the party, or reluctantly dancing with her friends then making excuses to go to the 'toilet'. But even I, myself had to detach myself from my own party to smoke a blunt in privacy. You know how people get, they see you with something one time then think you're a supplier or something.
It had been about half an hour since I entered my study. I could still hear the echoing vibrations of the loud sound system playing all types of music, but then the door opened and I could see a girl immediately sink down to the floor, head in her hands.
It was Willow, Janet's best friend.
Even though Janet was halfway across the world, travelling with her boyfriend, Mother still opened her arms to Willow in our house. Willow was always a shy girl, but she loved to come over and spend time with Mother. Hers had died when she was little.
'Oh, Hi Michael,' she looked up nervously, 'I did't know you were in here.'
I stared at her in silence. It's hard not to. The way her beautiful dark brown hair frizzed up against her rich skin, had entrapped me. I just wanted to move her hair out of her face and kiss on her temple ever so softly. And tonight she was wearing attire that was a bit more revealing than usual. A short, white tennis skirt, with a low cut, V-neck, lacey blouse. For years, I've tried not to think of her like this, but right now, all I could think of in my head, was her in my bed wearing lacey, white lingerie. Begging me to dick her down.
'Oh, um I should go-' she nervously breathed. Getting up.
'NO!' I said a little bit louder than intended, causing her to freeze in her actions. Then I looked down at her skirt that was riding up. Fuck. This girl is so beautiful. So thick. She was slim, the bottom half of her body was so full. It always had been. Before I could peak anymore at her creamy thighs rubbing against each other, she fixed her skirt again.
'Willow,'
'Yes?'
'Come over here,' I gestured to the comfy chair that I was currently sitting on...
Her feet started to shuffle in my direction. It was almost as if everything was going in slow motion. Her eyelashes fluttering, highlighting the sparkles in her eyes. Then moving southwards, oh god was she blessed. An innocent girl like her, so effortlessly blessed with big bust. As she walked, her assets lightly bounced, constricted in her shirt. Something she had no control of.
But I could.
And then she stopped right in front of me, unsure of where to look, or what to say.
She was always unsure. I could see it in her eyes always. Everyone she has ever loved always walked away. I could tell how much she needed some security, protection and care but she was always afraid to ask.
These feelings. Trapped within me for more than seven years. It almost drives me insane thinking how much I wanna give her the world. Give her everything. All. Of. Me.
'Sit down babe,' I smiled. It was almost fun seeing how shy she could get in front of me. I remember when I took her first kiss many years ago. No one else knew, it was just between me and her. At the age of 17 at that time, she had never had her first kiss. I was so elated that she was comfortable enough, to ask me to be her first kiss. And ever since that day, I had longed to taste her again, and again.
'Sit down where?' She played with her fingers as if she didn't know. I know she knows.
'Don't play dumb with me sweetie,' I sighed longingly, dragging her hand so that she would fall flush right into me and end up sitting right in my lap. For a split second, she and I were connected. In a way we had never been before. Well that was until she tried to get up. I gently, but firmly wrapped my arms around her torso in a tight lock. She would be able to run away from me. Not this time.
