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.Claire is not apuppy - one that fucks or one that doesn't.Period.I had a hard time finishing my dinner.The lasagna was amazing, but all I could thinkabout was Claire pleasuring herself with a vibrator.Or her hand.Or a vibrator and her hand.Or a vibrator and her hand and my hand.Well, hello there, Mr.Hard-on.I clearly had issues when it came to this woman I just met.Part of me wanted to ripthat guy Max s head off just because he got to touch her, kiss her and be inside her.Butwhen she was finished with the story, I just wanted to find him so I could point and laughat him.What kind of a douche tried to have sex with a woman on his couch with hisdaddy living there, coming and going as he pleases? Real smooth there, buddy.I stoppedbeing jealous of the guy at that point.Now, all I wanted to do was show her how a realman should act.I had an irrational need to show her everything she'd been missing.Right, because I am the king of all things sexual.My penis can make grown womenweep in the streets.Things got silly as the men drank more beer and the women tried thinking up businessnames for Liz and Claire s place.I didn't know why they shot down "Candy-CoatedCunnilingus." That was brilliant.And it made me think of sucking on a Jolly Rancher,brushing the wet piece of candy between Claire s legs and then sliding my tongue alongcandy trail.Then I remembered the one time in middle school when I put a half-eaten JollyRancher on my dresser and somehow it fell into one of the drawers.Three socks, a penciland a G.I.Joe guy were stuck to it when I found it a month later.Probably wasn't a good idea to put something like that anywhere near a vagina,especially Claire s vagina.No harm should ever come to Claire s vagina.I was probably imagining things, but I swear every time I glanced over at her shelooked away quickly.It made me smile to myself thinking that she might be staring at metoo.I knew Drew was right.I needed to stop fantasizing about a girl I was never going tosee again.It was five years ago for God's sakes.I was acting like a pussy, holding on tothe tiny bit of information I had on her.For all I know she looks like Sloth from TheGoonies now and smells like Drew s sweaty balls.I tried to forget about her by gettinginto a relationship with Tasha a couple of months after that frat party.Almost five yearslater and I was still stuck in the same rut of fantasizing about someone I d never seeagain.To be fair though, I should have known from the start that Tasha and I weren t thebest idea.We spent the majority of our time together in some sort of argument oranother.She had a jealous streak that bordered on psycho and hated that I didn t behavethe same way if another man glanced in her direction.What I should have done was holdout for someone like Claire.Someone sweet, and funny and smart; someone who didn thave a whole other side to her like Tasha.Right in front of me was a beautiful womanthat made me think dirty thoughts just by watching her breathe.I needed to cut this shitout and take a chance.Aside from the jealousy and fighting, I knew one of the main reasons Tasha and Ididn't last was because I just wasn t able to give the relationship one-hundred percentbecause I couldn't stop wondering if she might still be out there somewhere.That and the fact that Tasha s vagina had the same slogan as McDonalds: Over tenbillion served.I digress.I needed to put a stop to this stupid fixation on some faceless mystery girl who couldvery well be a figment of my imagination.I needed take a chance on someone who wassitting right here in front of me or I was going to be alone forever.I was too busycontemplating my pathetic life to notice that Claire was no longer across from me andhad gotten up to leave.She was already rounding the corner into the foyer when Isnapped out of it.I sat there staring at her back (fine, her ass) long enough for Drew to punch me in thearm.He not so subtly nodded his head in the direction she went and suddenly I realizedall eyes were on me.They were looking at me like, "what the fuck are you waiting for?"Liz narrowed her eyes at me and I'm not gonna lie, I was a little scared of her.I jumpedup from the couch and ran out of the room, catching her right as she finished putting hercoat on.Circling behind her back, I opened the door and stood next to it.She was surprised by my presence and jumped a little at the sound of my voice andthe door opening.I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.I need to kiss her.I need to kissher like I need to breathe.What the fuck is this woman doing to me? Before I made acomplete ass of myself by drooling or pushing her up against the wall so I could attackher lips, she turned and walked through the door without saying a word to me after I toldher I d walk her to her car.I had an irrational need to spend more time with her.Iwanted to learn what made her blush (aside from talk about her vagina), what song wason repeat on her iPod and what her favorite book was.I wanted to hear her say myname.Fuck, I wanted to hear her sigh, shout and scream my name.So, I told her just that.Well, not all of it.I didn't want her to get a restraining order.Iwatched the corners of her mouth twitch when I said her name, almost like it made herhappy to hear it.For a second, I thought she would just get in the car and peel out of thedriveway without answering me.Then she muttered something that I almost didn't hearover the sound of a car starting next door.The words she spoke force my mouth to dropopen and pushed the memory of a dream I had recently to the forefront of my mind."Ask me what my favorite movie is."She interrupted my thoughts by telling me to call her.By the time I rememberedwhere I knew that quote from, her car had pulled out of the driveway and was speedingdown the street.***For the next two weeks Claire and I talked every night on the phone.Unfortunately,the plant put me on night shift and overtime for the first few weeks so our schedulesnever meshed so we could see each other.The only spare time we both had to talk wasduring my first fifteen minute break around midnight every night [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]