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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 22, 2010 12:22:31 GMT -5
If she were any other girl, Sloane would have blushed and excused herself from the premise and hope to God she never bumped into Wesley Domaszewski. If she were any other girl...
"Pants are pretty tight right now...think you can handle getting in?" She raised an eyebrow in such a relaxed manner. Sloane took awhile before she leaned back and watched Wesley's every move. So her assumption of him was completely off, that much was clear. He talked a big game but surely he knew better than to engage Sloane?
Crossing her legs under the table, she used a foot to trail up his leg. Rather a cliche move but he did offer an opening. "Would be best if you lived alone but...I can do parents."
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Post by wes on Nov 23, 2010 0:26:21 GMT -5
Wow... she hadn't run for the hills! He wasn't sure if that comment might have been a tad over the top. Apparently not... If anything Sloane seemed to like that sort of talk. Maybe he'd hit the motherlode! "Oh, I can handle most things... How hard can a pair of pants honestly be?"
He hadn't expected the foot move, though, and he jumped a good few inches when he felt her trail it up his leg. Wesley's kneecap rebounded off the underside of the table.
"That means you want to come back to my place?" he asked. It was sort of clear she wasn't the kind of girl to come home for a cup of tea and a chat with mom and dad! David and Jon - his two older brothers - wouldn't believe their eyes! If nothing else it would shut the pair up and maybe even see them quit taunting him about his lack of female company!
"I mean... sure, if you want to." Not that they'd get a whole lot of privacy but he'd be stupid to decline anything that might be on offer! Right?
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 23, 2010 5:01:56 GMT -5
Stifling a chuckle at his sudden jump, Sloane had to remember not everyone was as loose as she was. The direct approach might scare most people off. Heck, she'd even scared one of the well known players in school and out. Still, Wesley wasn't running away.
His question made her suppress a groan. Daft didn't cut it. Thick...yeah thick covered it. But it was certainly cute. Now she wasn't entirely sure whether he was another Nolan Ahlstrom or possibly a more innocent Jay Michaels. On the one hand, there were things she could teach him but if it was the other...all she had to do was wake him up.
"If you have to ask, I'm quite sure this whole encounter was unnecessary." She decided to play hard to get, something that always seemed to drive boys crazy and it usually worked too. Sliding out of the bench, Sloane purposely rubbed the side of her thigh against his arm when she walked by. "See you around, Canada."
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Post by wes on Nov 23, 2010 5:16:40 GMT -5
“But-”
Wesley swallowed when she moved against his arm. Man, she was virtually begging for it... Or was she? He’d met his share of PTs back up north. Was Sloane like that? Leading him on... only to laugh and run for the nearest hill when he made a move. She didn’t seem that way but then again neither had Rosie Mitchells and Wes knew how THAT had turned out! It’d taken an entire week of cold showers to get rid of that particular itch!
“Wait!” he called after her and Wesley pushed himself to his feet. “You can’t just say that sort of thing and then walk off!” He knew damned well she could, though. Sloane knew it as well, he was positive.
He threw the elderly couple at the next table a wry smile of apology. His shout had startled the woman enough to see her drop her doughnut!
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 23, 2010 5:29:57 GMT -5
And of course, he was right behind her. It didn't even take that long either. She was getting her mojo back for sure but it didn't mean it couldn't turn for the worst. She wasn't a tease, that she was sure of so as long as the guy was interested, she was game.
She turned to face Wesley with a smirk. "You know quite well I can." She responded, voicing his thoughts. Linking her hands behind her, she turned to him fully. Pushing her weight on to one leg, she tilted her head slightly to the side, letting her hair fall from her shoulder and a smile etched on her face. To any outsider, she looked practically angelic.
"But don't tell me you're not going to do anything about it. You're the man." She challenged the fellow high school senior.
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Post by wes on Nov 23, 2010 5:54:36 GMT -5
What did she want him to do? And right here on the promenade? Wesley gnawed at his upper lip slightly, not sure whether to go with his instincts or to walk away. What if he did something that had her screaming for help? What if he *didn’t* do something and went on to regret it?
He frowned slightly. Why did girls have to be so freaking confusing?
And that look on her face... Taunting. Daring him to act.
So he did.
Wesley grasped her shoulders hard enough to cause Sloane to gasp slightly and he pulled her close. His eyes bored into hers with a hefty mixture of confusion and frustration. She wouldn’t scream ‘rape’ for just one kiss... would she? Then again, this wasn’t Squamish!
Do or die, he reminded himself and so he bent down a little and met her lips with his. Nothing tender... just more of a hunger than anything else.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 23, 2010 6:42:49 GMT -5
She didn't actually expect him to take action but when he did, she couldn't help but smirk against his lips. Push a man hard enough, he would do anything to prove a point. Her hands circled around his neck as she deepened the kiss, pressing her body close against his.
It lasted quite long, at least long enough to garner a disapproving tut from the elderly couple nearby. She broke the kiss but hung on to him. "You think we should take this somewhere a little more private? I don't think our friends want to get a heart attack tonight of all nights." She smirked before pulling away from Wesley.
There was no masking the lust in Wesley's eyes and right then if she asked, he would do anything. Being tender physically came naturally to the auburn haired girl as she reached a hand to run it through Wesley's hair. It was all a ruse of course but the couple did keep quiet when they saw that.
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Post by wes on Nov 23, 2010 8:16:32 GMT -5
Again, wow. Wesley’s brain wouldn’t process much past that! Well, not until Sloane suggested they move on to somewhere more private. Home? Nah... Parents... brothers... Not a chance. Her place? Unless she suggested it that was out of the question. Beach? Way too cold! Car.
Yes!
Car!
“My car’s just along the road a short way. We can drive out of town and... well.. yeah... ,” he added. He knew what he was hoping for but he wasn’t banking on that yet!
Her fingers were still playing with his hair... not that Wes was about to complain! If anything that just fueled the fire building in the pit of his stomach.
“Do you know anywhere we could go? I’m painfully new around here and can get lost in my own back yard!”
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Nov 23, 2010 8:49:56 GMT -5
At the mention of a car, Sloane grinned and took a few steps back from Wesley. "Care to show me the way?" she asked, starting to walk backwards slowly. Now that things were going well under way, Sloane was actually quite glad she left the house that evening. And even if Wesley didn't turn out to be as good as anyone else she'd ever been with, he always had the 'eager to please' air about him that she might put to good use.
"We can go anywhere you want, handsome. It don't matter to me." She shrugged. As he approached her and took her to his car, Sloane was all kinds of excited. She always was whenever she got the opportunity to 'explore new horizons'. And it didn't hurt that the boy was so damn good looking.
And he wasn't blonde.
"Reckon this isn't your first time?" she asked, leaning against the car window as Wesley started to drive. She ended up giving him directions to an abandoned parking lot.
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Post by wes on Nov 24, 2010 5:00:30 GMT -5
Wesley shot Sloane a grin. “You reckon right,” was all he said before taking a left as directed. Ï need some gas,” he added a few moments later. The gauge read half full still but gas wasn’t the real reason Wes needed to make a pit stop. He filled the car to its capacity and after paying he pushed the small carton into his pocket. It was all good to fool around but Wesley Domaszewski was too you to become a dad... and sure as hell wasn’t about to risk taking a case of chlamydia home with him either! Sure, things might not even get that far but it was better to be prepared... right?
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The rest of the opened packet of condoms had been dumped onto the dashboard and the passenger seat was still reclined as far back as it would go. Wesley had cranked up the Cruiser’s heater, making the windows pretty well steamed up. Just as well considering what had not long since happened inside. He rolled away from Sloane and flopped back in the driver’s seat. Hardly the way he’d foreseen his evening going but no way was he complaining! Sloane was something of an animal and he had the scratch marks to prove it.
He shot her a glance as she straightened her clothes once more. Wes was under no illusion that this had meant to her... and he also knew better than to expect a repeat performance. He’d take whatever he could get!
“It’s late,” he stated, glancing at his watch. “How about I give you a ride home?” And before he did the same thing he’d have to think of a way to hide that hickey on the side of his neck!
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