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Post by Trevor Briggs on May 4, 2007 4:50:50 GMT 7
When Jamie suggested that the “bad odor” may have been coming from him and not her feet, Trevor couldn’t help but giggle even more. He was enjoying their little tête-à-tête and despite his half-baked state, he had been thus far highly impressed with the winsome sprite’s ability to roll with his cocky humor. Trevor could take as good as he gave and apparently, so could Jamie as far as he could tell. As long as it was fun for both parties, it was all good. Trevor understood all to well from past experience that not everyone was able to handle, much less have fun with his challenging personality. Usually, when he determined that a person would be useless as far as having any fun, Trevor would just tip his hat and go on his merry way in search of his next adventure. But for those few girls (and guys) that could handle his wide-ranging vagary… oh, what fun they were in for. Trevor and Jamie definitely seemed to be traveling along that road.
“Fuck this,” she cursed from out of the blue. Trevor watched with a confused expression on his face as she grabbed the keys from the ignition and hopped out of the Hummer taking the bottle of Grey Goose and what was left of the joint with her. Where the hell was she going? Trevor leaned over searching for a clue as to what she was on about. She popped up in the window wearing a seductive face. “Join me?” she said in a whiskey tone of voice. Trevor’s look of confusion quickly turned to one of capriciousness as his eyes lit up with delight. What was she up to? Acquiescing to her request to join her, Trevor opened his door, jumped out and reached back inside for one of the remaining two joints knowing that the first one was almost finished. He hurried around the monstrous Hummer to find Jamie a short distance away lying on the grass staring up at the night. As Trevor drew near, he put the joint in his mouth, lit it and plopped himself down next to Jamie. After a couple of puffs, he laid back bringing his knees up and putting an arm behind his head. He gazed up at the heavens above, marveling at the multitude of stars while soaking up the rays of the silvery moon. At this point, the shining rugby star no longer cared if he got caught.
As he lay on his back looking up at the stars, Trevor could make out the Big Dipper, the North Star and Orion, but that was about the extent of his astronomical knowledge. When Trevor left his apartment earlier tonight to go hustle pool, the last thing he thought he would be doing right now would be lying on the soft grass of Huntley Hills Country Club’s 16th Hole next to some cute girl he had just met and getting drunk and high while staring up at the stars. Right now, it was so peaceful, and relaxing, he didn’t even want to question the Fates as to how this night’s events had transpired as they did. Trevor was just going to continue having fun and merely keep going with the flow. He was geeked with excitement as to what might be in store for him and Jamie as the night wore on. Keeping his eyes pointed upwards, Trevor calmly asked her, “So, Stinky, I’m just curious… what am I going to get paid for babysitting you tonight?” As if.
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Post by Jamie Wells on May 4, 2007 10:08:51 GMT 7
If shit like this happened every time Jamie walked out of her apartment door, lord she’d never ever go home. This was possibly the classiest place she had ever set foot on and she was laying there drinking Grey Goose and smoking a fattie with the most attractive boy she’d seen around these parts to date. It took a moment, but she smiled as she felt him collapse to the grass beside her. She was very glad he had followed- he could have just as easily gotten up and walked off- leaving her with the keys to a stolen hummer and a very large bottle of Vodka that was now close to half empty. She chuckled to herself at the thought- perhaps if she hadn’t been able to go along with his impeccable sense of humor so well he may have done just that. She turned to look at him and smiled, watching as he took another drag from the next joint he had lit up. Hers was as good as gone, so she finished it off and made sure the butt was out on the wet grass so the entire course didn’t light on fire. That would cost her a pretty penny to fix.
She turned her gaze back up to twinkling stars and couldn’t help but be jealous. All the way up there, they didn’t have a care in the world. Global warming? HELLS no! Extinction? Not for a very very, VERY long time. No, the stars had it made. But she would bet all the money in her bank account that they weren’t having as much fun as she was now. Every once and a while, she’d steal a glance over at him- catching his face in the moonlight and studying him just a little bit more. If she had been at home, would she ever have spoken to him? If he had known her at home, would he have anything to do with her now? She didn’t know to be quite honest. He didn’t seem like one to judge, but she had only known him for a few hours now, right? It wasn’t like he had had all the time in the world to get to know her. She could only hope that she was right about him- most of the time her judgment was okay.
She caught herself staring and looked back up to the stars again, beginning to count them. The cool air chilled her to the bone, but tonight, she didn’t really care. Everything was tingly anyway- the booze and the weed were taking effect and everything just seemed pretty okay. She was comfortable with her surroundings, she was comfortable with him and she was comfortable with the knowledge that he was about four times the size of her and could take down two ninjas to keep her safe. She chuckled at the thought, but her memory was interrupted by his question. She turned her head to look at him but decided that wasn’t enough- rolling over onto her stomach so she was closer to him. “Hmm…” She said, bending her knees so her feet were kicking slowly in the air, giving her a very soft, faulty heir of innocence. “Well I suppose that would count on what you feel your method of payment should be.” She teased, though she was very dead-pan. She was interested to hear his answer for that one. “I mean, are we talking before or after taxes? With or without a tip? I need details.” She was close enough now she could smell the booze and the weed on him- but this was something else she didn’t mind. It was all familiar. She watched her own breath escape her lips in the cool air, her legs still kicking slowly in mid-air, her toes pointed towards the stars. Why had she never done anything like this before? Guess it just took new surroundings and a new kind of person for her to go as up-scale as a five star golf club.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on May 5, 2007 23:53:12 GMT 7
Trevor took another drag from the big doobie and waited for Jamie’s reply to his babysitter jape. As he did, he opened his mouth and let the smoke waft slowly out to be swept away into the night by the light breeze. She rolled towards him onto her stomach letting her dainty feet dance tantalizingly in the air behind her. Even though their bodies weren’t exactly touching, they were now so close that Trevor could feel Jamie’s warmth radiating off her. The sweet scent of her hair played in his nose while her breath thrilled his skin as she spoke. It appeared from her relaxed body language and her playful retort that Jamie was comfortable in his presence. Still on his back, Trevor held the joint away and looked up at Jamie. He then raised his free hand up to the side of her head and trailed the dorsum of his fingers along the velvety tendrils that framed her beautiful face. The back of his fingers continued lightly down along her cheek and jawbone pausing under her cute chin. Her skin was smooth like silk, especially compared to the rough skin of his digits.
“Oh, don’t worry, Stinky, it’s all under the table so no taxes. I accept all forms of payment - cash, credit card, jewelry, sex, livestock, anything. And yes, I do expect a big tip,” he replied matter-of-factly. Trevor never had any hang ups when it came to the subject of sex - whether it was talking about sex, having sex or joking about sex. And he didn’t see any problem with two people who felt attracted to each other having casual sex as long as there was mutual consent. Trevor wasn’t the kind of guy that took advantage of a girl who was completely drunk and unable to fend for herself. Nor was he the type of guy to prey on a girl who was emotionally susceptible and needy, i.e. the guys that acted nice or got their “Dr. Phil” on, pretending to be a shoulder to cry on when in fact they had ulterior motives. Taking advantage of a girl when she was emotionally vulnerable was much worse than taking advantage of a girl when she was drunk. It was just despicable, not to mention pathetic and weak.
These guys were the true fakes and manipulators, right up there with the guys that gave girls expensive gifts, flowers, paid for their drinks or took them to posh restaurants in an attempt to “buy” their affection and to make up for a lack of being interesting. How romantic. And the sad thing about it all was that these guys didn’t even realize that what they were doing was manipulative and exploitive. He may not have been the nicest guy in the world, but Trevor’s style, while offensive to some people’s sensibilities, was way more “real” (and fun) than that of those fakes. When Trevor was interested in getting intimate with a girl, she would know it. He wouldn’t have to tell her directly, but she would know. And he certainly never needed the guise of pretending to be a “caring friend” in order to try to get into a girl’s pants, ever.
Trevor kept his gaze on Jamie’s gorgeous blue eyes as his hand moved from the delightful sprite’s chin down along her neck to her shoulder. Massaging her gently, the six-two Rutherford University rugby captain gave her a rakish smile and spoke, “You know, Stinky, I totally wasn’t expecting to meet a beautiful girl tonight…” He paused momentarily for effect before continuing. “…Maybe I still will,” he teased with a sly grin. Trevor was such a scoundrel.
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Post by Jamie Wells on May 6, 2007 0:31:59 GMT 7
She was taken by complete surprise by the rough feel of his hands on her face, but to her even greater surprise she didn’t lunge away. No one had ever done that to her before, and she liked the feeling. In fact, it took all she had not to lean into his touch. She’d blame the cold for the goose bumps that formed on her, but she laughed softly at his next little comment. “Hm, livestock eh?” She questioned, arching her eyebrow questioningly. “Well if my history is correct, someone almost traded me for a pony once.” She replied smartly. His hands trailed down to the soft point of her chin and her seductive little smirk turned into something of a soft smile. He was far more gentle than she expected him to be but she didn’t mind. Trevor was turning into someone who was much less predictable then she imagined.
The heat of his body mixed with the scent of him warmed her, and as his hand slowly trailed to the side of her neck, she tilted her head and closed her eyes, taking in the feel of his hands on her cool, soft skin. As he trailed down to her shoulders, she looked back to him- taking note of his features as the bright moon reflected in his eyes. Of all the things he could have said, he chose to make her laugh again. She didn’t mind- it was nice to have someone to joke around with even in moments like this. She didn’t know if it was just her, but as his rough hands gently massaged her small shoulder, she could feel the sexual tension rising- and as much as she loved to joke about it, it was there. A small, devilish smirk formed on her lips and instead of a smart-ass comment back right away, she opted for something a little more her style.
Crawling the tiniest bit, she leant over him and took the joint from his hands, taking a deep drag of it for herself. Instead of exhaling into the air, she leant over him, holding herself up with one hand resting on the grass on each side of his head. Hovering just millimeters away from his mouth, she breathed the smoke between his lips, an incredibly suggestive motion that got them every time. It was only a passing moment, but when she was done she pulled away from him, a curtain of hair framing the both of their faces. “Hm, well I’m very sorry you were stuck with me then. Should I leave so you can find your dream woman without a tag-along?” She spoke softly, waiting for his response as she raised one hand to tuck some of the bright pink hair back behind her pierced ears.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on May 8, 2007 4:21:03 GMT 7
Trevor had to laugh when Jamie said someone almost traded her for a pony once. He still had the giggles and the idea of her being used to buy a pony was just too funny. Even if he hadn’t been drunk on vodka or wacky on the junk, Trevor still would have found that hilarious. This girl, Jamie, had a great sense of humor and seemed to be able to handle anything and everything that came her way. There weren’t too many females like that around. Chics like her were a rare find and Trevor was happy to have chanced upon this little gem of a girl.
Lifting herself up a tad, Jamie crawled over a bit and leaned over Trevor to take the joint from his hand. Trevor would be telling a lie if he said he hadn’t felt a thrill as she did so. Jamie was so in his personal space he could smell her. And oh man, did she smell good. Why did girls always have to smell so nice? Trevor had yet to meet a female who didn’t smell good. How did that one song go? Sugar and spice and everything nice, that’s what little girls are made of… Trevor felt his heart skip a beat when she paused right over his face before having exhaled.
What was she doing? Was she about to blow smoke in his face? When she began to breathe the smoke into his mouth, Trevor instinctively pursed his lips and sucked it in. Ahh, shotgun. Niiice. Afterwards, Trevor just lay there with a Mary Jane-induced perma-grin plastered on his face as the smoke they had shared wafted lazily out of his mouth at its own leisure. Looking up into Jamie’s gorgeous eyes as her hair cascaded down around his face, Trevor couldn’t help thinking of the lyrics in the song Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses:
She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine Sweet love of mine
Where do we go Where do we go now Where do we go Sweet child o' mine
“Hm, well I’m very sorry you were stuck with me then. Should I leave so you can find your dream woman without a tag-along?” she said softly as she continued to hover above him.
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. You should leave now…” Trevor said he put a muscular arm around Jamie’s waist and sat up next to her. He raised a hand to Jamie’s face and gently cupped her cheek. With his other hand, he took the joint from her and flicked and teased the cherry out before setting it aside for later. Locking his eyes onto hers, Trevor moved his hand from her cheek down to her chin and guided her towards him. “…because you’re really cramping my style,” Trevor teased, before closing his eyes and slowly leaning in to press his lips against hers.
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Post by Jamie Wells on May 8, 2007 6:46:13 GMT 7
Jamie watched as he lazily let the second-hand smoke leak from his mouth and into the atmosphere, watching as it faded in twirls and whirls into the sky. She sat back up with her legs curled under her, tossing her head so her hair flew behind her and out of her face. The simpleton grin on his face told her she had done something right, and she couldn’t help but feel good that she had put that smile on Trevor’s face. Not that it wouldn’t be hard right now, they were both more than high on more than life, but she silently congratulated herself nonetheless.
Jamie was already used to his little jabs and jests that seemed to fly at her from every angle. He was damn sure to keep things interesting, and she didn’t feel like she had to impress him to keep him around. Not that she would have anyway, she wasn’t that kind of girl. But the comfort of knowing she could throw insults at him and know that he’d be okay and bounce back moments later made her feel a little better that she was in this situation with him and nobody else.
As his strong arm wrapped around her tiny waist, she drew herself the slightest bit closer to him, listening as his husky voice spoke to her in the dark. Letting go of the joint, she knew he didn’t mean what he was saying- not in the slightest, though it probably would have been the best ideas. Jamie had never been one for good ideas though, and that always lead to the best of times. Even the simple gesture of him putting out their joint was enough to tell her she wasn’t going home anytime soon, and that was okay with her.
It felt like his dark eyes were swallowing her whole, but she locked her own bright blues with him and watched as his mischievous nature took hold of his instincts. The feel of his rough hand as it traveled from her cheek to her chin was nothing new, but he made it exhilarating again. She knew he wasn’t in love and all that bull, hell she knew she wasn’t in love, but something about that entire night was making this feel like it was brand new again. She watched as his eyes disappeared behind his eyelids, hers soon following suit as she felt his warm, soft lips press against her own. Slowly, her hands trailed to either side of his neck as she held him to her. Jamie lingered for a moment on his lips before pulling away, smirking to herself as she leant down, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth. “You poor…” she began, swapping to the other side of his mouth, “poor…thing.” She whispered in the dark, leaning in to press another kiss to his soft lips again. Whatever was he going to do?
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