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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 20, 2007 9:03:43 GMT 7
Trevor Briggs was in a great mood tonight. Earlier today, he and his rugby teammates had defeated their rivals from Seton Hall University. Afterwards, he had spent the afternoon getting drunk and singing rugby songs with his rugby mates and their supporters. He would still be there now if he hadn’t remembered about having to take care of some “business” here at the club. Slightly buzzed and with a devil-may-care swagger, the 6’-2” Rutherford University rugby phenom made his way past the long line of people anxiously waiting in front of the club and boldly up to the two brawny men standing at the entrance. “Trevor Briggs. I’m here to see Pauli,” he announced to the man holding the clipboard.
The doorman’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looked Trevor over and said simply, “There’s no Pauli here.”
Trevor retrieved his cell phone from his pocket, scrolled down to “P.L.”, pressed ‘Call’, handed his phone to the doorman and said, “Pauli wants to talk to you.”
“Hello?....Yes....Uh-huh….Sure,” the doorman said to the person on the other end of the phone as he looked Trevor over again with a critical eye. Trevor was garbed in a cornflower blue Hugo Boss Johnny-Collar short-sleeve shirt, black Cavalli dress pants and a pair of buckled black leather Aldo wedges. “Sure thing, boss,” the doorman said into the phone. The doorman then handed back Trevor’s mobile and told him, “Pauli said to head inside and get a drink. He'll be with you in twenty minutes, tops.” The doorman then nodded to the bouncer who unhooked the velvet rope to let Trevor through.
While he was no stranger to the club scene, Trevor’s visit to the club tonight was more for business than for pleasure. But once business was taken care of, however, Trevor would be ready to play, being the ever opportunistic hyena that he was. Upon entering, he paused to take in the scene. The club’s interior was both dynamic and chic. The DJ, from his elevated booth watched over the packed dance floor while spinning 50,000 watts of un-adulterated dance your ass-off sound through the state-of-the-art Phazon sound system. Trevor made his way to the crowded main bar and got a bartender’s attention and ordered. “Double shot of Rumplemintz and a bottle of Budweiser.”
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 22, 2007 6:23:27 GMT 7
"I'm positive I can get us in. Don't worry about it." Evelyn said with a small smile as she walked up to the two men holding the clipboard. "Name?" the doorman asked as he stared at his clipboard and Evelyn reached her thin hand up and pulled down his clipboard so he could see her face and she gave him a small smile. He let out a soft laugh as he recognized Evelyn "Go on it Evie." he said and smiled as Evelyn gave him a small wave and then walked right in. She was no stranger to the club scene, that being how she got in and she was known for her reckless partying attitude. She was such a sweet girl that got down and dirty after there was a few drinks in her. She'd managed to hold down her liquor and was quite proud of that because most girls her size would puke everywhere if they were even the slightest bit tipsy.
She knew most of the people in the club that came regularly and had even slept with most of them - sad as that seems. The girl found temporary love in one night stands because it seemed she couldn't find love and she really didn't know what love was because she had never really felt it. She glanced around the club seeing that it was pretty packed as usual and a bunch of good looking guys were there and she just couldn't help but smile and wonder which one would she end up in bed with tonight. It was pathetic but that's how the girl lived and how she knew love. She was honestly afraid to love because she just thought they would leave her and never come back once she felt the slightest bit of love for someone.
Evelyn saw a young gentlemen up at the bar that seemed quite cute and she just gave a smile as she walked up towards the bar and smiled over at the bartender as he glanced her way. "I'll be with you in a minute ma'am." he said as she nodded and glanced over at the guy next to her who just happened to be Trevor. "Hello." she said with a smile as she brushed back a lock of her blond hair away from her eyes. As the bartender returned she ordered a shot of vodka as she glanced back over at the guy and then looked around.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 23, 2007 7:25:09 GMT 7
It wasn’t long before the bartender placed Trevor’s drinks before him. Taking the double shot of Rumplemintz, he held it up to his lips and tossed it back. The potent liqueur left a refreshing minty trail as it tumbled over his tongue and hit the back of his throat before sliding down his esophagus. Trevor inhaled through pursed lips, enjoying the peppermint coolness swirling in his mouth as the Rumplemintz warmed his body. He then grabbed his bottle of Budweiser by the neck, took a swig and again savored the minty cool sensation that flared in his mouth. It was the exact same bursting minty sensation one would get when drinking ice water after brushing one’s teeth or after gargling with mouthwash. Trevor turned and scanned the club which was filled with the usual bevy of hot chics.
"Hello," said a girl next to Trevor. Raising a brow, the six-two rugby star turned to find a stunning blonde standing next to him who flashed him a dazzling smile. Though he didn’t know her, she looked vaguely familiar. Trevor wondered if he had seen her on campus or somewhere else around town. In any case, she was a picture of beauty, indeed. Silky blonde tresses framed a soft countenance of a face. Her striking Caribbean-blue eyes bewitched and sparkled with a brilliant coruscation which spoke of both mischief and allure, competing with her perfect nose and full pouty lips for attention. Her chic attire showcased her slender figure and no doubt was the subject of envy for many of the other vapid beauties present in the club. Trevor’s gaze traveled slowly along the length of her shapely tone legs down to the taper of her ankles and finally to her expensive-looking shoes. He was a sucker for cute feet and strappy heels.
Trevor didn’t even try to hide the fact he was checking her out. After all, he was an air-breathing, red-blooded, meat-eating male and was never ashamed of appreciating beauty in all its forms, especially when it came in the form of a female. With his eyes still fixed on her cute little high heels and wearing a half smile, Trevor spoke, “Hey, nice heels… I bet they looked great when they were new.” He paused for effect then continued, “Well, if anything, you can always donate them to the Salvation Army so a poor homeless girl who doesn’t care if her shoes are ugly can wear them.” Trevor waited expectantly to see how the captivating blonde would respond to his playful teasing.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 24, 2007 4:43:44 GMT 7
As the bartender returned with the Trevor's drinks he also brought Evelyn's shot of vodka. She smiled at him as she grabbed the shot glass in her hands and put it to her lips as she tilted her head back and let the liquor slide down her throat as she tasted the bitter sweet taste of it. "Oh and can I get a glass of water?" she asked as she scrunched up her nose. She wasn't the girl to take alcohol straight - at least not when she was still sober. She took in the liquor and then looked over at the boy by her side and she smiled. She hadn't payed much attention to him but she did get the fact that he was checking her out - it was so obvious and the boy just didn't seem to care and well Evelyn didn't either.
She took this chance to check him out - because well it was only fair. She glanced over at him as she started down at his shoes. Buckled black leather Aldo wedges not bad at all - in fact rather impressive. Moving up to his pants which were black Cavalli dress pants and also impressive for a guy that seemed rather athletic but obviously also classy. She looked over his shirt and gave him a smile as she began to hear him talk about her shoes. She glanced down at her black heels as she gasped a bit and then raised her eyebrow at him. Her heels were new - she had only wore them two times now. "Oh wow.." she said as she looked over at him. "..I guess you know you should donate your black wedges because god knows those were so last season.." she said and shook her head. "..maybe some little homeless kid wouldn't mind taking them off your hands." she said knowing that her comeback certainly wasn't that witty but hey it would do.
"..I'm Evelyn." she added as she smiled over at him knowing that he couldn't resist her smile and her blond hair - it was enough to make any guy weak at the knees. She knew she was stunning and wasn't afraid to admit it. "..I know you can't resist me. Don't kid yourself." she said with a small laugh. He also wasn't bad looking - actually far from it. He had a pearly white smile and an athletic body She looked at his long and slender fingers - she always had a thing for guys with big hands - and he certainly had them. He was also tall that was something important because she loved the stereotype 'tall dark and handsome' he certainly seemed to fit all three of those qualities.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 25, 2007 6:22:55 GMT 7
Trevor took another swig of his beer and noticed that the cute blonde was checking him out just as he had done with her. He couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle at her snappy retort to his teasing her about her shoes. Not only was this chic very attractive, but she was smart enough to recognize that he was joking around with her. Instead of getting her feathers ruffled at his cutting remark, she had enough intelligence to know how to kick it back at him along with his change as well. A girl could have all the good looks in the world, but if she didn’t have a sense of humor, then what was the point? There was nothing more attractive to Trevor Briggs than a cheeky beautiful girl with a good sense of humor.
It was Trevor’s experience that girls who weren’t very fun or interesting early on, weren’t likely to be very fun or interesting at more intimate times either. He had no doubt that the exceptionally good-looking blonde next to him, just like every other attractive girl, was used to having dozens upon dozens of lame guys kissing her ass everyday, showering her with the same unoriginal compliments and telling her things they thought she would want to hear in the hopes of gaining her approval. To these dopes, this was flirting. Instead of being interesting, funny, and challenging, these predictable lames would rather act like needy wussbags and play things safe by making sure not to say or do anything that might have the potential of upsetting a girl. “Hey, I make these shoes look good, man,” Trevor replied without skipping a beat.
"I'm Evelyn… I know you can't resist me. Don't kid yourself," she said with a small laugh.
Trevor raised a brow and grinned. “Evelyn… That’s a pretty name,” he said thoughtfully. “I’d tell you mine, but I’m starting to get that stalker vibe from you,” he added jokingly, though it was hard to tell by the serious look on his face. Trevor took another drink then looked at her and said, “I tell you what, Goldilocks, I’ll tell you my name, but you have to promise me that after tonight, you’ll try to limit your stalking of me to just the weekdays. If my weekend stalkers see you lusting after me like you are now, they might get jealous.” Trevor paused for effect. “My name’s Trevor. Just be careful when you’re following me around. You never know who else might be watching,” he said with a smile and a wink.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 25, 2007 9:46:27 GMT 7
The bartender brought her the water as she took a small sip of it and smiled over at Trevor. She hated the guys that just tried to play it nice. They were incredibly boring to her. She liked guys with personality and ones that knew how to make her laugh. If a guy couldn't make her laugh there was no sense in even flirting with him. Some guys that were cute and had the look simply failed at making conversation - or even small talk. It was quite pitiful that lovely faces went to waste like that but some people would never learn. On the other hand this boy seemed to have it all. A personality, a look, a sense of humor, and good fashion sense. He seemed to have it all - but of course everyone has flaws, some not so obvious to the eye. She knew she had flaws as well both personality wise and look wise.
"..or the shoes make you look good." she said and raised an eyebrow as she let out a small laugh. "..I mean seriously that outfit - without the shoes would totally be well you know 'so last week'." she said and laughed as she smiled over at him. She was only joking of course. Her smile appeared on her face once more as she brushed back a blond lock of hair as she smiled over at him and took another sip of her water. She didn't want to get wasted in front of this cute guy on her first night of meeting him - she tended to do some stupid stuff that she would regret the next morning.
"Aw why thank you." she said and gave him another smile as she then heard that he called her a stalker and she let out a laugh and glanced next to her. "Y-You're talking to m-me?" she said with a laugh as she smiled at him. She glanced over at him once more and rolled her eyes. "Boy you WISH I stalked you." she said and laughed. "There is no way I would stalk a boy that is wearing that.." she said as her eyes went back to his outfit which was certainly not ugly, of course that was the joke in it. She then went back to thinking about his name. "Well looks like your weekend stalkers will have to make some room. When I stalk I do it all week." she said and nodded. "You know that's the whole point of stalking." she said and laughed once more as she smiled. "..well it's nice to meet you Trevor." she said and smiled at him once more.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 26, 2007 4:33:07 GMT 7
This Evelyn chic was obviously no stranger to the flirting game. Trevor, himself, loved playing games, not the kind of games that involved lying, manipulation or deceit, but rather, the kind of games that sparked attraction, created sexual tension, built anticipation and were fun for both those involved even if it never led to anything sexual. “Yeah, I wouldn’t know anything about being a stalker like you,” Trevor said. “And it’s always nice to meet me,” he added with a cheeky grin. “You sure seem to be obsessed with my clothes, by the way. You’re probably undressing me with your eyes right now, aren’t you?” Trevor said, giving Evelyn a suspicious look. He then shook his head slowly saying, “Man, you female players are all the same, just wanting me for my sexy body. Well, I’m tired of all you female players treating me as if I were just some piece of meat to be used for your pleasure… I have feelings TOO, you know.” Trevor didn’t laugh or smile, even though it was obvious he wasn’t at all being serious.
After a slight pause, he continued, “Look, if you want to stalk me and stare at my ass that bad, I’ll let you take a picture of it for $4.99. But only as long as it’s for your own personal enjoyment and not for using to show off to all your friends with.” Just then, the ringtone of Trevor’s cell phone went off. It was probably Pauli calling wanting to meet so they could take care of business. Trevor reached into his pocket and turned off his cell phone. Pauli and business could wait. He was having too much fun with this blonde hottie. Trevor, however, took out his phone anyway and acted as if he were answering a call even though he had turned it off. He held it up to his ear and pretended to speak to someone on the other end. “Hello?… uh-huh… uh-huh… ummm…” Trevor looked at Evelyn who was standing right next to him and continued with his fake conversation. “She’s ok-looking, I guess... Sure, no problem, I’ll take care of it. Talk to you later, bye.”
After finishing his faux conversation, which Evelyn, no doubt overheard - his part of it at least, Trevor put his phone back in his pocket and slugged the rest of his beer down. He then turned to the gorgeous blonde and said in a serious tone, “That was the owner of this establishment. He told me that I’m going to have to make you leave the club because you don’t even know how to dance.” Trevor looked up to the VIP section at some random guy that he didn’t even know and pointed to Evelyn with his thumb pretending as though he were making sure he had the right person. He turned back to the blonde and said grimly, “I know we just met, Goldilocks, but you’re going to have to leave, sorry.” Trevor paused momentarily as if he were thinking of something, then in an almost businesslike manner said, “Hmmm… well, you seem to really like it here so I tell you what, I’ll dance with you for a little bit and if you can prove to me that you know what you’re doing, then you can stay.” With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Trevor held out his hand with the intention of leading the attractive blonde out onto the packed dance floor.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 26, 2007 4:49:41 GMT 7
Evelyn stared down at his hand as if it was a foreign object and then raised an eyebrow and looked up at him with a small laugh. "..you actually think I'm going to be seen dancing with you?" she said and laughed once more as she gave him a big smile. "Hun you've got to do more to impress a girl." she said and smiled as she shook her head. She knew he was putting up a big show because she knew Pauli personally. It was a long story how they met but to wrap it up she ended up sleeping with him - that's how she earned her reputation by sleeping with guys and well being as attractive as she is they just can't resist her.
"..trust me if I was undressing you with my eyes there wouldn't be that much to look at.." she said as she looked down at his crotch and laughed once more. She of course was only joking but for some reason she found this unusually funny this little game that they were playing. She wasn't getting annoyed like she usually would but instead took it all in a laughing matter. "WAIT, you've got feelings?!" she said and put a hand over her mouth in a shocked manner. "...I mean of course SEXUAL feelings. Guys only think with their penis." she said and rolled her eyes knowing that it was sadly true. She took a deep sigh as she looked down t his awaiting hand once more as she shrugged.
"Well, if you do have feelings, I'll dance with you." she said and gave him a sincere smile as she grabbed a hold of his hand gently and then looked up at him once more. "..just don't step on my heels. They're expensive." she said and laughed as she smiled up at him. She took a hold of his hand and began to walk in to the crowd that was at the dance floor and she felt people bumping in to both of them as she was shoved against his body she looked up at him with wide eyes.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 26, 2007 5:11:45 GMT 7
"..just don't step on my heels. They're expensive," Evelyn said with a laugh.
Trevor looked down at Evelyn's heels as well as at her cute suckable toes. “Well, I’ll try my best, but I can’t promise you anything seeing as how your feet are so humongously big,” Trevor said teasingly in reply as he took her by the hand. The rugby phenom smiled as he and Evelyn snaked their way through the crowd of bodies on the dance floor. The air was thick with the assorted smells of cologne and perfume, tobacco and cannabis, alcohol and vomit, all mixing in his nose along with a myriad of other unidentifiable odors. Patterns of colored light and brilliant lasers danced over the ravers, trippers and liquid poppers as the throng convulsed and swayed, hypnotized by the electronic breakbeats, trance grooves and hip-hop remixes.
Whether it was from the drink, the drugs, the music or all of the above, everyone seemed to be in a great party mood. Trevor, himself, was riding his own wave of positive energy from having chanced upon the blonde coquette tonight. The deep bass thumped through the floor moving up into his feet and shook his soul as it reverberated welcomingly throughout his body. After finding a good spot in the middle of the dance floor for himself and Evelyn, the six-two Rutherford University Junior relaxed, allowing the music to take hold of his body and move him.
While there was no danger of Trevor ever winning any dance offs, he was more than able to hold his own. Because of his athleticism from playing rugby combined with his ability to improvise and not to mention his extensive fighting experience in the underground fight clubs, Trevor possessed both remarkable rhythm and exceptional footwork allowing his body to move fluidly and spontaneously on the dance floor. Nothing he did appeared too forced or unnatural. As he began to move to the music, Trevor looked to Evelyn. He was curious to see whether or not she could dance. “Alright, Blondilocks, let’s see what you got.”
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 26, 2007 5:31:17 GMT 7
She just rolled her eyes and laugh at his comment. She could barely hear him over the music and mix of bodies and different smells and of course the music pounding through her body seemed to affect her as she began to let it take a hold of her. The girl could dance - years of gymnastics and dancing classes might have something to do with her figure and her moves. She began to dance against him as she laughed. "Boy I got more then you know what to do with." she said and laughed as she looked up at him and gave him a small innocent smile as she felt her bangs fall in to her face and she just closed her eyes and let the music take control as it had in the years before. She might seem like the innocent and proper girl but boy were they only mistaken.
Evelyn was in an actual good mood which seemed to be rather odd for her because the girl was incredibly moody at times - especially while she was intoxicated. She could be completely happy one moment and then in tears the next. Trevor was a good dancer as well which seemed a bit surprising but then again this boy was surely a good catch. He was athletic, smart, funny, great body, great style, and he was a good dancer. What more does a girl need in life then a boy who seems perfect? He had to have something wrong with him like maybe he was bad in bed - god that was such a turn off for Evelyn the tiny little girl who loved sex as much as she loved life. She was nothing but a flirt and flings - she always wanted more but it seemed that wasn't her destiny.
Evelyn continued to dance against him as she opened her eyes and saw everyone thrusting up against each other and dancing. There was absolutely no space on the dance floor so her tiny little body was pressed up against his as she let the music take control of her as it had when she was in dance classes. Ever since the small age of five the girl had been in gymnastics and dancing lessons because her mother had insisted it was going to be fun and good for her which Evelyn didn't understand but she enjoyed dancing for awhile until it became a pain.
"You've got skills I must admit." she said over the music as she slowed down her dancing a bit as she looked up at the boy who was rather tall compared to Evelyn and she liked that. She loved guys that were tall, dark, and handsome and well he certainly fit that description to a tee.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 26, 2007 9:41:32 GMT 7
"Boy I got more then you know what to do with," she said and laughed as she looked up at him and gave him a small innocent smile as she felt her bangs fall in to her face
“Wow, Evelyn, if you’re going to be that forward and flirty with me, you could have at least done your hair up a little better,” Trevor joked. There was nothing wrong with the sassy blonde’s hair of course. In fact, it was quite gorgeous. He just couldn’t help busting on her. Grooving to the beat, Trevor smiled as Evelyn moved her hips and body to the beat and rhythm of the music. She certainly knew how to dance and Trevor was relieved to find that he had not led a cold fish out onto the dance floor. He was especially liking the way her outfit accentuated the movements of her lower body as it suantly echoed the energetic sway of her pelvis. Evelyn was an enchanting beauty who just oozed with sex appeal in the way she looked, the way she moved and the way she spoke.
"You've got skills I must admit," she said looking up at him.
Trevor matched his movements with hers as they continued to dance. He couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed that he wasn’t the only one focused on the radiant beauty. All around them, both males and females were openly admiring the way Evelyn moved her body. In fact, she was beginning to draw a crowd as people jostled for position around her. Soon though, all the bodies surrounding them became nothing more than a blur in a kaleidoscope of lights and sounds as Trevor began to focus on the winsome blonde dancing freely before him. The curves of her body rolled and swayed undulating inveiglingly to the beat and rhythm of the music. The heat of her body added to his as she pressed against him. “Oh, starting with the compliments already, huh? Well, just so you know, I’m not like other guys. The compliment thing isn’t going to work with me and I’m not going to fall for it… I prefer gifts and money,” Trevor said in reply.
Without another word, Trevor took her by the hand while his other hand discretely found its way to her flat stomach. Wearing a rakish grin, Trevor looked into the Evelyn’s alluring blue eyes and gave her a double brow waggle. Then without warning, he pushed her away while still holding onto her hand. Trevor twirled her once, then twirled her again in the reverse direction before finally pulling her back tight against his body just as before. As he held her close to his body, Trevor placed his arm around her waist with his hand at the small of her back. He then looked deeply into her smoldering orbs as if to say, “Trust me,” and placed her hand around his neck.
Then with the style and panache of an Argentinean Tango dancer, Trevor dipped her with a flourish toward the floor. While she held onto his nape, his strong arm supported her lithe frame, cradling her at the small of her back. As he did so, his other hand found its way to her hip and slid along the back of her thigh to the area just behind her knee. Trevor then pulled up her leg, bent at the knee, so that her inner thigh now rested against his hip and held it there. Still holding her in the dipped position with his powerful arms, Trevor bent over the Evelyn’s body, his face hovering just above her bosom and placed his lips and nose lightly on the exposed skin of her chest, just above the top of her low cut dress. The two of them struck a salacious pose indeed, causing more than a few looks to be cast in their direction.
It was a bold move on Trevor’s part, but that was the kind of man he was. With his lips and nose still lightly touching her skin, Trevor slowly brought his dance partner back upright while still holding her bent leg against his hip. As he did so, he let his mouth move deliberately and slowly to the base of her neck and then to the sensitive area just below her ear, his lips and nose just barely grazing against her supple skin along the way. He then eased her leg back down slowly so that she now had both feet on the floor. His lips lingered next to her ear as he deeply inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. With a finger, Trevor gently tucked a bit her velvety blonde strands behind her ear and breathed into it, “Well, you may not be able to dance too well, Goldilocks… but at least you smell good.”
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 26, 2007 10:19:24 GMT 7
Evelyn looked up at Trevor as he said that and just continued to move her hips against his as she let the music take her away. She was at a loss for words as she tried to concentrate with her dancing as she let her hips bump against his as she looked up at him and simply shook her head. "You think you've got jokes?" she questioned and laughed a bit as she shook her head once more. She knew people were staring at her but that wasn't anything new. She had the look of a model and the dance moves of a professional - or at least someone who KNEW what they were doing unlike most of the drunken people at the club who were just grinding up on each other the whole time.
As Trevor took her by the hand and she felt his other one wrap around her stomach and then push her away she let out a gasp. "Gifts and money?" she said as she continued to twirl around like a little ballerina. She was a bit confused but went along with it without even thinking as she was spun around in the opposite direction and she continued. "..boy you better be bringing me gifts and money. Flattery will only get you so far." she said with a laugh as she continued to twirl. They had created a crowd that circled around them but of course she was only focused on one boy - Trevor. He seemed to be so mysterious and funny and well everything she'd been looking for just all there - it was quite odd.
She felt his hand wrap around her waist and his arm stay on the small of her back and she knew what was coming next - he was going to dip her. God she always got so nervous when boys did that because had the bad experience of someone dropping her and then falling on top of her - so not what she was up for. She felt him slowly dip her down but surprisingly she felt safe in his strong arms. His arm slowly moved her leg up so it rested against his thigh. There was no telling what the innocent bystanders were seeing since her dress was so low cut.
She felt her lip tremble as she watched his face come close to her and just hover over her chest as she soon felt his lips press against the soft skin on her chest. As he slowly lifted them back up a sigh of relief escaped her lips. She was so happy they hadn't messed that up in front of everyone in the club since all eyes were on them - even the people at the bar. The two were still pressed up against each other as she felt his mouth move up to her neck and hover right over that sensitive spot by her ear. She felt his lips press against her skin a few times as her lower leg was released and both of her feet were securely on the ground while her head was in the clouds. She then heard him begin to talk as she let out a small laugh. "..you're so confusing it's awfully cute." she whispered in his ear as she felt their bodies become more pressed up against each other.
ah i absolutely loved your post. my lacks in comparison so sorry!
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