Deviant

No way am I going to let my dick rule me in this situation though. That’s the surest way to get my ass killed fucking with these people. Her old man is a straight up evil fuck and as pretty as this one is, I don’t know her well enough yet to know how far that apple rolled when it fell from the tree.

So far she seems different sure, but that could all be an act. I won’t know until I get to know her better. Sitting alone in the dark watching her isn’t exactly the best way to get to know a person after all.

I dried myself off, ignoring my annoying dick that stayed hard at the thought of her and what I’d like to do to that tight little compact body of hers. Tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll make my move and put an end to this. I’d already spent more time than I’d meant to on this shit as it is.

2

Ava

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There it goes again; that feeling like I’m being watched. I looked around under the pretense of just checking the place out, but once again saw nothing out of the ordinary as I stood in line at my favorite coffee shop. Until my eyes landed on him.

Oh wow! Where had he come from? I felt my face heat just before I looked away, a few seconds more and I could be accused of staring. I felt light headed for a second and wondered at the strange anomaly.

Is that what I’ve been feeling? Couldn’t be, I would’ve known if I’d seen him before and I’m pretty sure I hadn’t. Someone like him would be hard to forget. Even now I was dying to take another look and barely restrained myself as the person in front of me moved ahead in line.

Get it together Ava, it’s not like you’ve never seen a handsome face before. But it was hard not to sneak another peek at the hot guy who looked so out of place here. He looked more suited to the city, an ill fit for the little college town in the picturesque countryside.

I made my order, barely cognizant of what I said or of even accepting the hot brew and muffin and paying for them. And I almost made a complete fool of myself as I passed him on my way to my favorite table near the window.

It was the way he looked at me, as if he could see into me somehow. I took my seat at the little table for two and my eyes followed him as he made his way to the front of the line.

I held my breath as he turned, my heart racing when his eyes passed over my table and only settling down again when he looked past me and made his way to a table a little ways away but still in viewing distance.

I don’t remember picking at my blueberry muffin, or taking sips of the too hot coffee that burnt my mouth but did nothing to get me out of the fugue I seem to have fallen into.

I had class in a half an hour, the last one before the semester ended, but as I sat there imagining his eyes on me, I couldn’t remember anything I’d studied.

I got that same sensation again and took a risk, looking back over my shoulder and this time there was no escaping the fact that he was looking at me. And then he smiled. Mercy!

I felt nervous and tongue tied when he left his table and walked over in my direction. Something inside of me screamed danger; that I should get up and walk away before he reached my side. But I couldn’t bring myself to move.

There was something enigmatic about him, in the way he moved, the look in his eyes. I felt almost spellbound, entranced. And that is why I was still sitting there when he made his way across the room.

“Hello!” My eyes followed the movement of his dimples when he smiled and I nodded my head like a ninny having suddenly lost the will to speak. I felt weak under his gaze and nothing at all like my self assured self.

“Hello!” I finally found my voice, which sounded nothing at all like its usual cultured notes, and more like a strangling orangutan. Why is he looking at me like that? I felt almost naked, exposed.

And his smile, so disarming, it made me feel all kinds of things that I never have before. I’m not new to male attention in fact I’ve been fighting it off since my early teens. But always before I’ve been able to ignore it, or stomp it out before the poor unsuspecting male even knew what hit him.

I’ve always been self-assured, maybe a little too much some would say. And was never one to be swayed by the unwanted attention of the opposite sex. I’ve had my head on straight since early childhood and had no intentions of being sidetracked by something as pointless as teenage love.