AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Bitch.
I reached up and grabbed his cheeks in both of my hands. On my tiptoes, I kissed him slowly.
When we separated, I looked over at her and passed her an “and there” smile.
Yep, bitch, look the other way. And next time wear shoes that go with your outfit.
Sorry, I’m not usually the jealous type but come on. When you’re with someone and it’s very obvious you’re with that person and a young slut can’t keep her eyes off him…that’s when my little “fuck off twat” attitude comes into play.
I wouldn’t do well on any of those bachelor kind of TV shows.
When I looked back at Braden, it was clear he had no idea about the silent battle that had taken place. He just stood in line, his left hand in his pocket, his right hand in mine, where his finger kept drawing circles on my palm. That was nice and if I remember correctly, in school that was the “I wanna fuck you” symbol.
That and soda can tabs, right? I don’t know how that whole thing started, but I remember a couple of guys gave them to me. Like I was supposed to cash the little aluminum tabs in at some point or something.
I wonder if I give him a soda can tab if he’ll know what it means. He might just think I don’t like to carry my own trash, ha.
I could totally imagine my attempt at being sexy turning into his perception of me being a needy diva. That would suck. I decided against the whole tab thing, instead I’d just tell him at some point, maybe a whispered sigh as we share cotton candy, “I want to fuck you, Braden.”
Oh man, this guy was either going to think I was a serious whore or the perfect booty call. Maybe a little of both. I doubted he’d consider me girlfriend material, at least not the serious kind. I mean I’d stroked his cock only minutes after meeting him.
I so hope my dad doesn’t read this. Or my mom. Or Braden’s for that matter.
I suddenly remembered Braden’s question in the car. “Have you ever had sex in a public place?”
I started looking around.
What do you have in mind?
From where we stood, it was easy to see most of the fair’s larger rides through the chain-link fence. Braden kept his eyes on the line in front of us, looking over at me every once in a while, while my eyes darted from ride to ride wondering where he might be thinking of performing our lewd act.
The rollercoaster? I could hear the people screaming as it dove down one of its many dips.
No, that would be almost impossible.
The Zipper? You know the one where you’re in cages and it flips around and stuff. I imagined smashing my face on the metal door.
No, that would be too dangerous.
Looming over us, right at the center of the carnival, was a giant Ferris wheel with multicolored baskets, not the old fashioned bench kind, but baskets.
No, fuck that. I don’t like heights.
Then my eyes found the Port-O-Potties. People were lined up in front of them. I looked up at Braden to see if he was looking that way. He glanced in the general direction.
Oh hell no. That’s just nasty.
I could imagine him pulling me into one and trying to get me off. I’m not abusive or anything, but I would seriously slap the shit out of him if he tried something like that.
Finally, I decided to just come out with it.
“What do you have up your sleeve?” I asked.
He looked down at me and winked. It was a devilishly handsome gesture, but since I don’t speak blink-blink, I had to ask again.
“What’s your plan?”
“You up for a game?” he asked.
