Life In Paradise, chapter 2
when I got off of my shift, we went walking through the park that was close by. He talked mostly about Mike and Tre (his band members) and his singing career. I talked a lot about my singing career and the place I live in. Eventually, we sat down on a bench starring out over to the beach.
“Wanna go swimming?� he asked.
“What? I don’t have my bathingsuit, and the water is cold.�
“So...come on!� he suggested.
“Well, alright, but I’m not going over to the deep end.�
“Alright, that’s okay.�
He ran over to the beach, me walked fastly behind him. He off his shirt and dived in. He was crazy. The water was freezing cold, and he went in head first.
I sat down on the beach and rolled up my pants. I walked in slowly and he swam over to me. I walked until the water was up to my knees. He went under the water and pulled my ankle. I fell back into the water, screaming all the way down. I was all wet and cold. I got up, stiffly, pushed his head under.
“What I do?� he asked sarcastically. I just shook my head at him and dived under. I guess that you can describe it as “wrestling� under the water. But not in a bad way.
After we were done, we went to my house to dry off. I started a fire in the fireplace and we dried off in front of the fire. T’was magical. After the fire went out, Billie went to call his house (warehouse to you) and went to change. I changed into these mini shorts and a small white shirt. I listened behind the wall on his conversation.
“Hey, Mike? I’m staying over that girl’s house right now. Yeah, I don’t think that I’ll be home until morning.� ugh. First of all, I wasn’t just “that girl� I had a name. And second of all, “I don’t think that I’ll be home until morning!� sentence. Sure it oculd happen, but what was I? His playmate? His sex toy? Is this how guys think? Do they just blurt that all out to their friends? (This is a serious question! If any guys have answers please e-mail me at gstringsRAhazard@netscape.net) But maybe this could work. It could be the dawning of a great relationship. But since when are guys ready to commit? So when he got off the phone, I walked into the room.
“Who’d you call?� I asked.
“Mike. I just wanted to tell him...where I was. Cause he worries like that.� nice cover answer.
“Oh. So, would you like to... watch t.v.?� I asked, not sure what the hell we should do. Without words, or permission I might add, he came closer to me, like right in my face, close and kissed (well, you can’t really classify it as a kiss, more like a peck) on my lips.
“No.� he said quietly, grabbing my wrist and leading me into the bedroom. Okay, it’s official, I was his sex toy! Great! So he sat down on my bed, but let go of my hand(wrist) before. He leaned back, using his arms for support, and just stared at me. Okay, I knew what that meant. He wanted his sex toy to come to him, like some Dominated Love Slave. It was just that look that he gave me, just so sexxyyy! I crawled over him and kissed (pecked) his cheek.
“Wanna go swimming?� he asked.
“What? I don’t have my bathingsuit, and the water is cold.�
“So...come on!� he suggested.
“Well, alright, but I’m not going over to the deep end.�
“Alright, that’s okay.�
He ran over to the beach, me walked fastly behind him. He off his shirt and dived in. He was crazy. The water was freezing cold, and he went in head first.
I sat down on the beach and rolled up my pants. I walked in slowly and he swam over to me. I walked until the water was up to my knees. He went under the water and pulled my ankle. I fell back into the water, screaming all the way down. I was all wet and cold. I got up, stiffly, pushed his head under.
“What I do?� he asked sarcastically. I just shook my head at him and dived under. I guess that you can describe it as “wrestling� under the water. But not in a bad way.
After we were done, we went to my house to dry off. I started a fire in the fireplace and we dried off in front of the fire. T’was magical. After the fire went out, Billie went to call his house (warehouse to you) and went to change. I changed into these mini shorts and a small white shirt. I listened behind the wall on his conversation.
“Hey, Mike? I’m staying over that girl’s house right now. Yeah, I don’t think that I’ll be home until morning.� ugh. First of all, I wasn’t just “that girl� I had a name. And second of all, “I don’t think that I’ll be home until morning!� sentence. Sure it oculd happen, but what was I? His playmate? His sex toy? Is this how guys think? Do they just blurt that all out to their friends? (This is a serious question! If any guys have answers please e-mail me at gstringsRAhazard@netscape.net) But maybe this could work. It could be the dawning of a great relationship. But since when are guys ready to commit? So when he got off the phone, I walked into the room.
“Who’d you call?� I asked.
“Mike. I just wanted to tell him...where I was. Cause he worries like that.� nice cover answer.
“Oh. So, would you like to... watch t.v.?� I asked, not sure what the hell we should do. Without words, or permission I might add, he came closer to me, like right in my face, close and kissed (well, you can’t really classify it as a kiss, more like a peck) on my lips.
“No.� he said quietly, grabbing my wrist and leading me into the bedroom. Okay, it’s official, I was his sex toy! Great! So he sat down on my bed, but let go of my hand(wrist) before. He leaned back, using his arms for support, and just stared at me. Okay, I knew what that meant. He wanted his sex toy to come to him, like some Dominated Love Slave. It was just that look that he gave me, just so sexxyyy! I crawled over him and kissed (pecked) his cheek.
