GIRL 3
Leggy Private Eye Girl
She was tall, slender and blonde. The kind of girl who walks into the
bar and turns every male head in the place. She was a private eye.
There were signs of age in the lines around her face, but they looked
extremely sexy, and I wanted her.
But the conversation was boring. I couldn't seem to steer us toward
anything interesting. She wouldn't say a word about her previous
relationships. It was clear to me that she didn't like me, which was
fine. I paid the stupidly expensive dinner bill and walked her to her
car.
She reached up, snaked her arms around me and pulled me into a deep
kiss, her tongue exploring mine, her mouth open and receptive, luring
me deeper insider her. I felt that kiss all the way down to my toes. My
heart pounded with desire. The second I reached for her breast, she
pulled away, smiled, got into her car and roared off.
I stood there in the moonlight, blinking.
I asked her out on a second date. My first second!
But the Cuban restaurant, though beautiful, made me want to fall asleep in my plate. The woman was so…damned…boring!
Afterward, we went to a bar where she had to take photographs of a set of stairs someone fell down, and I did guard duty while she clicked away, the bouncer distracted. You'd think it would be exciting to go on an actual surveillance mission with a private eye girl, but even that was boring.
By date's end I was finished with her. At her car door, she pulled me into the second blood-boiling kiss. I kissed her back, but after she drove off, I spit on the pavement. Goddamned cock tease. I thought they'd gone out of style in tenth grade. Apparently I'd been wrong.
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