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Post by D.J. Mac on Jun 27, 2009 3:33:26 GMT -5
If only he had a camera with him! DJ wanted to snap a couple of pics of the look on Dirty Trixie's face. "Expecting someone else, Johnny Depp maybe?" He couldn't help but to smile, getting a small wrinkle around his eyes. "You could feel both flattered and appaled at the same time." He teased her. Though personally he was releived it didn't come to five fingers smacking his cheek.
He looked at her as he straddled the motorcycle. "Not bad? Is that all 'not bad'? I felt those hands linger on my abs a bit longer than normal, you were interested and big time." He knew he had her, hook, line and sinker. "You came to me, against better judgement, accepted a ride from someone who you didn't know, after all for all you know I could have been some weirdo scoping out the school."
"Why you?" His eyebrows arched slightly. "Because when you tried to be the top of the class today I knew you'd be a challenge and I wanted to break down that ice wall you had up, which I did." He cocked his head slightly. "I don't know why though you are way too girlish for me!" Oh SNAP! He went down that road!!
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Post by Trixie Michaels on Jun 27, 2009 3:56:03 GMT -5
"I was just not expecting Teddy to be the mystery man. i did not think you had it in you. " Trixie crossed her arms over her chest. "First off, something about you told me I knew you. Second, no way the school would let a weirdo on campus, so i knew you would not hurt me."
Although she had thought about that for a brief moment when she was with him. "I did not linger for any moment. I was getting off the bike." She hated that he was right. She had held her hands to cope a feel for a few extra moments.
"What makes you think you broke down anything." She smiled, "You got me. With the mystery and the challenge, what makes you think you have me.....what makes you think i would even consider kissing you again..." Trixie said raising a brow. "Too girlie...are you serious....Oh you did not just say that. I assure you I might be girlie, but I can be a guy like the rest of you." She always rose to a challenge.
She was too girlie. So what. she liked to look girly and she cared about her appearance. Damn this guy knew how to push her buttons. Plus she was annoyed because he had managed to get to her. "I am just too much of a woman for you to handle."
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Post by D.J. Mac on Jun 28, 2009 2:34:40 GMT -5
"Ohhh yes woman's intuition," DJ nodded as if he beleived her. "that's never wrong." He knew better. "If you think you're fooling anyone, you're fooling yourself."
Now that took some thought. "Hmm think it would have been easier for you to use my shoulders instead of the stomach in getting off here." She did have very soft, tender hands though which he didn't mind very much. "But I give you points for an original idea."
"Any woman in her right mind, while attracted, would keep a safe distance. But you wanted to go that extra mile just like Christine with the Phantom of the Opera, she wanted to see who was behind the mask and did she ever. Her curiosity got the better of her." Time to zing her again. "What makes you think I want you to kiss me again? I've been kissed by much better, hell even my dog does a better job."
"Yeah too girlie, I bet you don't even pump your own gas for fear the fumes would mix with your hairspray which would make you a walking bomb," He laughed. "Or you--you'd freak out if you got just a drop of motor oil on your freshly manicured nails!"
"You? Too much woman?" He started the motorcycle. "If thats the case I guess I can leave you here and you find your own way home." DJ wouldn't really do it but he knew that would hit a button on the head.
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Post by Trixie Michaels on Jun 28, 2009 2:51:34 GMT -5
This guy was not serious. He was pissing her off, but she was not about to let him know that. No one got under her skin like this. No one. Only she could play this game and she planned on it. She laughed at his references to being girl, women's intuition and Christine from Phantom of the Opera. Two could play this game. She was a damn good kisser.
She smirked up until her mentioned leaving her there. She smiled when he turned on the bike. "Leaving me here.....I don't think so." Thats When Trixie straddled the front part of the seat he was sitting in so now she was facing DJ and sitting on the bike. Trixie smiled and ran her hands up and down his exposed chest.
"First if I remember correctly the Phantom had a thing for Christine. Which makes me think you have a thing for me." She looked up at him as she continued to feel him up. "Second, As for me being too much of a girl. Can't help it if I like to look good. Now who is judging a book based on its cover. I assure you a little oil wont hurt. As for hairspray...I use hair gel....big difference....Third....How do you exactly plan to leave me here....I am on the bike to....can't you drive with a girl in front of you."
she raised a brow, "And last its real sad that the only action you seem to get is from your dog. " She leaned her mouth up so close to his and whispered, "I feel bad for the dog. "
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Post by D.J. Mac on Jun 28, 2009 3:34:17 GMT -5
His left eyebrow arched slightly as Trixie mounted the bike and faced him. God, her touch was intoxicating to him. She was acting like a black widow spider just before she does her mate in. Still he knew he had to keep a level head through all this. He leaned in close to her and put a hand on the gas and the other on the break. He was plotting.
"Me? A thing for you? Hardly. You were just an easy target to go for, and I do mean easy." That would really get her going. "Looking good is one thing but when its your life thats another. I bet the cheapest thing you own is a pair of jeans and even those were a hundred bucks at bare minimum." She had him though with the hair gel, he used the stuff himself so there was no arguement. "I was kidding, I would never let a lady, and I use the word loosely, fend for herself."
As the last of her words left her lips, he hit the gas then break quickly sending her face to face with him and he kissed her again. "My dog has better breath." He whispered to her.
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Post by Trixie Michaels on Jun 28, 2009 3:43:33 GMT -5
"An easy target my ass. Look at everything you did just to get to me. No, sweetie....you like me. I am flattered really. But sadly, you are just a toy for me." She said seductively. The lie easily left her lips. This guy was making her blood boil. As he revved the gas and then did the fast break bringing her face mere inches from his....it was hot.
She felt her feet fling a little. She did not touch the ground in the least bit. Well that could be easily fixed. Why touch the ground when wrapping ones legs around a mans body was so much more fun. Thats just what Trixie did. "Good because I don't plan to get off the bike anytime soon." She said as she wrapped her legs around his body.
She smiled and then of course he kissed her. She kissed back of course. It was a game. A cute Valentine's game that would amount to nothing she hoped. She owned plenty of cheap things. She was rich now, but she never use to be. She had lots of cheap things at home. If he only knew.
"Well you would know...like dog....like owner...." She winked. He was a damn good kisser. Plus kissing on top of a motorcycle was just plain hot as well. "And here I thought you said you would never kiss me again....looks like you lied....." Trixie smile and ran her hands up his chest and to his face kissing him herself this time.
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Post by D.J. Mac on Jun 28, 2009 4:18:31 GMT -5
"Yeah like you, LIKE you. I only did this to teach you a lesson and how easily duped you were on appearances. If anything you were my toy which I have grown tired of."
With her legs wrapped around his body, he wrapped his arms around her, there was no room for the Holy Ghost. "But you'll have to whether I take you back to your precious car, your home or take you back to my place." He didn't?! He did!! Never had ever taken a girl home, he had planned on saving himself till school was over for him! But the temptress had turned him on big time. Now if he were going to be alone would be another story.
He cocked his head slightly to the side. "Like dog, like owner? I have better breath than you?" He teased. His hands slowly worked their way down to what he could actually reach of her backside. "I'm guilty as charged." He admitted to her with a smirk on his face. "Don't be too harsh on me, after all I'm just a man with needs." As the two started their next lip lock.
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Post by Trixie Michaels on Jun 28, 2009 4:41:16 GMT -5
So she was turned on. Nothing was wrong with that. She was no stranger to having male attention. She craved it. As soon as the kiss ended she smiled, "Right...you are so tired of me thats why you invited me back to your place." She laughed a small laugh, "I am not exactly the girl you bring home to mommy and daddy, but if you insist."
What the hell? Her mind was screaming car, car, car, but yet her mouth said something different. "So where do you live.....will we be alone?" She asked seductively. She moved her hands down his arms and over to his chest.
"If not then....well....still could be fun.....right....you do know how to have fun....besides I would love to meet this so called dog with good breath....which by the way is an oxymoron...." She was damn smart when she wanted to be. A dog with good breath. An Oxymoron indeed.
"Tell me if we did go back to your place....what would we do exactly..." she smiled and moved her lips to his ear, "Would we have more fun like this. One night. No holds bared." Sex and Trixie were no strangers. She had no idea this man was not as experienced as she was. " Or are we going to have a quiet evening of more witty banter? Either way my decison has been made. Now the question remains how serious you were about the invitation?" One night and then forget him in the morning. She could do it.
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Post by D.J. Mac on Jun 28, 2009 5:24:07 GMT -5
"If I were worried about my folks being home, I wouldn't have said anything." He knew being Valentine's day his folks would be out till at least one in the morning if not later, they did this every year and he was the good son who let them have their privacy.
"Oh just a little beach front place in Santa Monica, nothing big." So the place was three stories tall and his room was on the top floor which looked out over the ocean, just a minor detail he left out. And the fact the family was well off was the other, after all one couldn't be too careful.
"We'll have fun, I promise that and you'll meet the dog. He's probably waiting for me now."
"Definately this kind of fun. Pure, unadulterated one night stand and after that your just a kid who couldn't resist my pretty face." He really had no idea what he was doing and assumed the same about her after all she was a mere junior in high school.
"So if this is gonna happen, your gonna have to jump on back." He had been told when he got the motorcycle that if he got a ticket for something other than parking the bike would be drained of its fuel and stored away for a month and it would be back to taking the car to school.
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Post by Trixie Michaels on Jun 28, 2009 5:40:31 GMT -5
"Santa Monica....not bad....I am a Beverly Hills girl myself, but I'll forgive you for being from there." She smiled and winked. She bit her lower lip and looked at him, "And you will be just another guy who could not resist my charm and my looks. Just another face among many."
A one night stand, huh. She had plenty of those, but he did not need to know. She wondered just how much experience he had. From the way he was talking, she would not have guessed he was a virgin. She unwrapped her legs and leaned up giving him another steamy kiss before getting off the Bike and slipping around back.
She straddled the back of the bike once more. Thank god she had on pants now. She slowly wrapped her arms around his body once again. "I can't wait to meet the cute guy. Good to know I don't have to meet the parents. Defeats the purpose of a hot and steamy one night stand. I sure hope you measure up."
She could not wait to see where a guy like this lived. She had yet to visit many homes. This would be fun. They would have sex and he would be like any other guy. Good, but not great in bed.....Or so she hoped? Because she would be screwed if she liked him in bed.
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