You whore. That title is totally why you clicked. It's okay. I love you anyhow.
There's this kid at my school, and he is just...goodness fucking christ. Sexy as...I don't know. A sex potato? That doesn't sound very hot, but--OH! I got it. He is one hot potato. Yes indeedy. And he wants it, guys. He doesn't want to want it. But he wants it.
So, he's a senior and I'm a sophomore. Last year, I was a freshman and he was a junior, and y'know. I was his cute little freshman buddy. At the end of the year dance, I WAS GETTIN DIZZOWN. I know how to do it. Got the booty poppin and the hips swayin, and I was grinding and...I was just a fucking sex goddess, okay guys? And he was walking around the room, and we were dancing with our own people, but I could see him watching me, and he obviously wanted to dance.
BECAUSE DUH I LOOKED REALLY HOT NOT TO TOOT MY OWN HORN BECAUSE I BARELY EVEN HAVE ONE, BUT TOOT FUCKING TOOT.
He was nervous because I was his cute little freshie friend, but then he was like fuck it and then his hands were on my hips and we were grinding like there was no tomorrow.
Flash forward about a year to now, and yesssss. He wants it. Usually, he's all over me and does things like wrap his arms around my waist and pull me close and whisper in my ear and its in a joking manner usually, but sometimes its serious. And it makes my pants tingle and I want him to rip my clothes off and take me on the fucking stage and on the catwalk and in the bathroom and against the wall and just...yeah. You know. Sex stuffs. But anyway, it was my birthday yesterday and I looked really fucking cute, and he just avoided me. He wished me a quick happy birthday and then that was it. But I saw him watching me.
Do you guys get it?
Do you see history repeating itself here?
ITS THE DANCE ALL OVER AGAIN. All I have to do is make him want it bad enough that he stops giving a fuck and just goes for it.
Here was the conversation we had today:
Him: [leans in to whisper seductively] "Did you have birthday sex on your birthday?" (TRANSLATION: I want you, and now I'm starting to actually flirt.)
Me: "No. I don't have anyone to do it with." (TRANSLATION: I am very horny please be my sexual favor doer person. I am desperate. Do you see it in my eyes? It's pathetic. I don't care. Take off your pants.)
Him: "Oh, you should have just called me." (TRANSLATION NOT NEEDED HE IS WILLING TO DO THINGS TO MY BODY WITH HIS BODY THINGS OF A SEXUAL NATURE GAHHHNABKGUEK)
Normally, I'd be like, "Hm, sounds like fun." Because I can be a bit of a vixen and such. But people were standing nearby, and they're judgmental, and I didn't want them to start any unsavory rumors, so I laughed it off and just hugged him instead.
Poop on my life.