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Part 2
Howdy kids. Here is the second piece to the pink and green story a few entires down:) third part is written, but I'm much too tired to type it out right now. Enjoy. -Amie
They pulled to the drive thru window of the Taco Bell (the one near to his apartment). They'd spent the entire ride talking about live, money, college. Hayley was one o those remarkable people that years had no effect on. Not in the sense of her age; her body has changed slightly since the last time he'd seen her. The Monroe curves he remembered had become even more obvious. She did not change about friendship, though. It seemed to Lee as though they'd seen eachother only days before. There isn't a man alive who wouldn't be intimidated at the sight of Hayley, regardless of her youth. the lightness that came with all the beauty made her sweet and casual, easy to love.
At that moment he didn't really think that was anywhere near what he wanted. He wanted what was tangible. The speaker at the drive thru was broken and emitted a strange static noise that reminded the both of them of something like flatulance.
"I can't hear you," Lee shouted into the speaker. It blasted back into his ear. "Quit ripping in the mic, man." With that remark Hayley lost complete control. She laughed... and he laughed a moment later. "I'm driving around."
"We'll just go in," she said between deep breaths of comie recovery.
A moment of silence passed the act of putting the car in park. They looked at one another and then suddenly a tumultuous wave of deep laughing erupted. Her body heaved as she giggled in bursts of high pitched, breathy laugh. His laugh was more of a vocal explosion and it made her lose control even more. After a few moments they wiped the good tears from their eyes and finally got out of the car.
Lee didn't open the door for her. he began to walk towards the building. She respected it though. It was just the way he was, his style. And honestly, she admired the bit of badass he had going for him. He did, however, hold the door for her on the way in in a gentlemanly way. They stood in line and he rubbed his scruffy chin, looking at the menu.
"The tacos never look that good when you actually get them," she mentioned, brushing her long, loopy curls out of her face.
"I think, but this is just my theory, that they photograph plastic molds of the actual food so it looks better and doesn't smell nasty after sitting out all day in a studio."
"Oh please, they're just lazy." He traced the outline of her face as she read the selection. Soon the line had moved them up. He picked up the tab for the bean burrito and 2 beef tacos.
They sat at a two person booth against the front window, watching each other eat. Both were too hungry for any more conversation or tiring laughter.
"You know, that was once alive," she pointed out to him.
"MOOOOOOOOO."
"Ew." He looked down at the pieces of beef that had fallen on his tray, extending his finger.
"This here, was once a leg. And this was a nice, tender..." He could tell he was making her uncomfortable. "Oh, Hayley COME ON." She looked down at the table top like she was about to cry... or vomit.
"I'm... I..." she stuttered, sniffing.
"Oh JESUS..." He got up and scooted into her side of the booth, tapping her shoulder.
"I'm... I'm... NOT A VEGETARIAN." She reached over onto his tray and pulled the half eaten taco off, finishing it in front of his face. He started to laugh.
"Bitchhh." She smiled. "Agh, there's cheese on your face." He pulled a napkin from the dispenser on the table top and rubbed it on her pink cheek.
"Thanks, Dad." He proceeeded to tuck it under the front of her blouse like a bib.
His hands brushed her collar bone and her pulse raced with the feeling of them that close to her chest. His hands were warm and rough. He moved away slowly and went back to his dinner on the opposite side of the table. She wanted to pull his hand back to her, underneath, further down.
She quickly disregatrded the though and ripped the napkin out of her shirt. He finished and rubbed his hands together.
"Home?"
"Yeah. I'm dead tired."
The air outside had gotten colder and she nearly fell asleep on the way to the apartment, which was hardly a step away. They walked up three floors to 319 and he opened the heavy, crappy looking disheveled lock. The inside of the flat was modest, bachelor esque. Hand me down couches, a big TV he'd taken from home, a tiny kitchen. He'd cleaned the night before so shoes weren't lying around and empty coffee mugs weren't scattered on the various small table tops. There was a big window across from the entry with a courtyard view.
"Sorry if it's cold," he said. "The central heat in this place is shit." She nodded.
"It's ok. Kindly direct me to the bathroom, Sir Harper." He put his hand on her back and turned her to the left, giving her a tap. The door was down a narrow hall, almost directly in front of her. "That was easy." He handed her the suitcase. "Thank you. AGH I hate airplanes. All of those people sneezing in one place with only so much oxygen to go around." He grimaced.
"Get in there, now."
She closed the door, not bothering to tamper with the old lock. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, breathing in deeply. The tiny room smelled of damp soap and men's cologne. It's the smell married women cuddle up to every night. She ran her hands through her tangled hair, reaching around her back to unzip the knee length blouse. It slid off of her and she stepped out of it, folding the glossy fabric neatly and laying it on the closed toilet. She removed her blue jeans and hung them on the back of the door by the size 6 tag.
She ran her eyes over the familiarity of her nearly naked body. So this is what they all want, she thought.
Hayley hadn't come to appreciate the attention she got from men for quite some time. It began when she was maybe fourteen, always a little ahead of her age. By the time she was fifteen her hips and breasts had developed to a level that surpassed that of most of her classmates and friends. She was too busy being fixated on love and marriage and the future. It wasn't until only a few months before her visit to New York that she'd even let a boy touch those sanctified parts of her.
In spite of what she was so used to wanting, though, being with Lee... in his bathroom, in his apartment, made her excited in all senses of the word.
She'd never looked at any guy quite the same way as she looked at Lee; at his pointed nose and chin, his grey green eyes, the way his arms looked when they moved and how his pants tightened in the back when he'd bent to get her suitcase. She wanted to know what he felt like, desperately. She'd come of age, finally seeing all she'd been missing as a result of her constant preoccupation with what was to become of her when she grew up. She'd focused to much on it that, until only a short while ago, she hadn't been doing much growing.
She ran a slender hand up her stomach, hip to waist. For the first time she felt very womanly, grown up. She placed her hand on her ripcage and moved it up over her left breast, pulling the nearly sheer fabirc of the bra aside until she could see the edge of her own peach colored nipple. She lifted a thumb to it, pulling the other side of the bra down so that it hung around her shapely waist. She stared now at the fullness of her chest, the perfect roundness of each breast. Turning to the side, she held her breath. Out of the million times she'd seen her own naked body she handn't noticed how exceptionally well formed she was. The air was cold and she caught a mild chill, her slightly erect nipples becoming completely hard. She crossed her arms for a moment, sort of abruptly, then moving her hands down to her hips and latching her index fingers around the strings of her bikini underwear. She pulled them down, eyeing her completely nude physique. She pushed her hips back and ran a hand down the length of her torso, stopping at her navel.
She'd only done it a few times before, really. She balanced her left hand against the edge of the vanity and slid the other between her thighs. Her stomach ached and she tightened the grip she had on herself, gazing blankly into the mirror. She began to rock her full hips slowly against her hand, creating a strong, paced rythm. The pressure from pushing against the vanity cabinet was enough to make it good enough to shut her eyes. She did so, inhaling sharply, pressing down on her clit, quickening her movement. Her breath came in short bursts.
"Hayley?" He knocked on the door and she witchdrew her hand in a panicked rush.
"Hm?"
"I forgot to tell you that the shower knobs are backwards. Hot is cold, cold is hot." She said through the door.
"Thanks."
Her head fell back and she moved sideways to the shower, twisting the white handles on, forgetting to finish what she'd started. A few moments later steam rose from behind the navy blue shower curtain. The hot water surrounded her as she climbed in, the comfort of the dim lights making her feel safe again.
The water pressure was steady and it felt so good beating down on her. She pushed her chest forward towards it; the feeling excited her rosy nipples. She coundn't control the feeling that reconsumed her and she repositioned her hand where it had been before, between her legs, this time inserting her middle finger. Her muscles tightened and she let out a close to vocal breath, laying down with her back on the floor of the shower. The water pounded hard on her naked body and she squeezed her long, smooth legs together around her hand, rolling onto her fingers. She gripped her left breast hastily, letting out an involuntary moan. She paused for a moment, praying that he handn't heard her. She felt fine a moment later, deciding it had been drowned out by the water and the TV she knew he'd turned on. Shr resumed, rubbing hard on her slit, pulling her finger in and out, faster. Her hips bounced with her hand and she got up on her knees, the front of her body pressing hard against the back wall of the shower. She pushed herself into it, her breasts aching against the tile, which was not nearly as warm as the water. She rode her fingers steadily, moving the two she'd gotten into her deeper and deeper. She laid her forehead against the wall, breathing choppy and harsh.
She began to come, clawing at the tile, squeezing her erect, hard breasts. She moved softly, rolling her hips against the water slicked tile, arching her back, raking her fingernails against her thighs and stomach.
She laid with her feet on the shower drain and recovered. For the first time, she did not feel ashamed of what she'd done.
Hayley threw on fresh panties and some navy sweats, rolled low over her hips. She neglected to put on a bra and simply pulled an old camp shirt of hers over her head, fastening her damp golden hair into a ball. The shirt was too snug in the chest, but she didn't see it as a con any longer. She dug in her bag for the lilac oil she always wore; she rubbed three drops on her neck, one on each wrist and one under each breast, running what was left on her hands through her hair.
She then proceeded to crack the bathroom door open. Steam poured into the hall and after it cleared she could see Lee sitting with his feet on the coffee table, facing the television.
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(Anonymous)
2006-05-28 23:40
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Really well done. A little racier than you usually write, but you handle it so well and it sounds perfect. I actually hope the next part is even racier.
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(Anonymous)
2006-05-28 23:41
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I forgot to mention that the visual detail of the girl's body is incredible.
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