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I walk through the front door to my house and start freaking out immediately. How is this gonna go? I’m happy my brother, sister and most importantly the bitch who birthed me aren’t home so I can let out some stress. I haven’t been this anxious since Elli rescued me at the hospital after Cayden. That girl seriously saved my life that night and one date isn’t going to pay her back for that. No matter how good it goes.
Like I always do, I strip off my sweaty practice shirt and start beating the punching bag. It’s better than pummeling some guy’s face and with the testosterone pumping through my veins it’s a real possibility. Elli has this effect on me. Okay, all girls do. I’m a red-blooded American male. I can’t help it.
The bag’s not getting the best of me as I punch, throwing a kick or knee once in a while. The music’s blasting so loud I can’t hear myself think, exactly how I like it. All I can picture is Elli like I have all weekend. I pull out my guitar in case she wants to make my fantasies come true. I wonder if this thing’s even tuned anymore. Damn, how long’s it been?
I’m working out my frustrations when I realize I probably have nothing to wear. My 14 year old brother’s closet isn’t going to offer much help either. He’s at least six inches shorter than me and skinnier than Eric’s scrawny ass. I throw open the closet, still ducking and weaving to keep my heart rate up, and scan through the choices. Then I remember her saying she likes Metallica. Score. What kind of chick likes Metallica anyway? Jagger’s kind of chick, that’s who. And you can’t go wrong with jeans. Can’t say I’ve ever thought about what to wear before.
I jump in the shower but skip my normal AXE body wash and go straight for my sister’s strawberries and cream instead. It’s exactly what I picture Elli smelling like. I think for a second about having a little solo sesh but decide against it. I’m nervous enough, I don’t need to worry about her reading my mind when I look at her.
I feel like I’m turning into a chick, giving myself a final look in the mirror before I run to the truck. Looking pretty good. Damn, Kendall’s shampoo smells amazing. Of course, I spray Gucci Guilty on top to even out my masculinity.
The whole ride there I’m practicing what I’m gonna say. It’s different than saying ‘hey I’m Jagger, wanna go to my place and get it on?’ I know I can’t say that to Elli. I’m not positive she’s a virgin but I know she hasn’t slept with anyone at our school. Who knows, there could have been a summer dude or a guy from another town but none of the Eagles have taken her out. I would know. Then again, she’s only been on my radar for a little while and even I can’t stop thinking about those sexy eyes and long legs. Oh and that voice. Talking to her will be the best aphrodisiac. Maybe she’ll be wild in bed. Why does she have to live 20 minutes away?
“Hey, ready to go?” I say out loud before shaking my head. “Hey Elle, you look great.” Can I call her Elle or is that reserved for her friends? “I want to rip all your clothes off right in the back of my truck and maybe your friend can come too.” Now that’s more like something I would actually say to a girl but I can’t say it to her.
I need to calm down, it’s just a date. But Elli’s not like other girls because I actually respect her. I want to hang out with her for more than just pizza and a movie. I want to have conversations with her, learn more about her than I’ve picked up in random bits I’ve overheard. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s like my dick is broken, it can’t think straight and it’s sending the wrong signals to my brain. I need to fix it and fast. Maybe it’s not me, I bet it’s just being around her.
I say a mental thank you that I actually remembered to clean out my truck before I reached her driveway. I think the last time it was this clean was when she emptied out all the trash and bottles in Eric’s driveway while I slept off whatever the hell it was I took that night. She’s special, somehow I don’t think she’d see condom wrappers as ambiance. I have to keep reminding myself to do everything I possibly can to thank her. I even programmed a playlist with music I think she’d like, it helps that they’re songs I actually listen to.
Elli and her lover/sister/BFF (that’s what girls call each other isn’t it?) are sitting on the couch when I pull up, I can see them through the wide open sliding glass door. Jenna’s trying to hold Elli back from coming to meet me. I hear them giggling as I walk up the steps. Do I knock or walk right in? Is she actually going to greet me or wait on the couch?
“At least pretend you aren’t waiting by the door,” Jenna whisper-yells. Elli sits back down. I guess I have no choice but to knock. Neither of them move. I can’t actually see them now but I can tell by the lack of footsteps. With the shoes those two wear you’d be able to hear them a mile away. That sound is perhaps the biggest turn on ever, the click clack of high heels on a hardwood floor. It gives me hard wood just thinking about it.
“Now?” I hear Elli whisper, not that a whisper is any quieter than her normal voice. Well, look at it this way, if she’s a low talker that means I’ll have to get nice and close to be able to hear her. “Now? What if he leaves?”
“Elli’s in the bathroom,” Jenna yells from the couch as one or both of them stand. I instantly laugh at a mental image of her dropping a monster deuce.
“Oh my god, Jenna, what are you doing?”
“She’s shaving,” Jenna corrects.
“That’s not much better.”
“Her legs. She’s shaving her legs.”
Jenna opens the door and Elli’s standing right there, both of them wearing sexy outfits and embarrassed grins. I love the way Elli’s whole face crinkles up when her smile is so big that her gums are showing. My smile is bigger if that’s even possible. She was right, she did have the perfect thing to wear. My eyes immediately go to the smallest sliver of cleavage peeking over her pink shirt. The fact that the sleeves don’t look attached makes slipping the whole thing off her body one step easier.
Elli’s waiting impatiently for me to say something but all the thoughts keep escaping my brain. If this girl is a mind reader, I’m dead. Do I tell her she looks nice or do I just ask her if she’s ready to go?
“Ready to nice?” I squeak out. Shit! “Go,” I correct.
“Yeah, one second.” She bends to fix her shoe and I’m floored that she can even walk in those things. They’ve gotta be five inches with a heel as skinny as her body. 5’7” plus five inches makes her three inches shorter than me. Her mouth is only inches lower than mine. I want to kiss her but aren’t you supposed to wait until after a date to do that? Her lips are just as glossy as earlier but this time they’re a darker shade of pink. And her hair definitely changed. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks. Hmm, what else did she change in the last two hours?
Jenna grabs Elli’s bag and drops it in her hands. Damn, I swear she could fit her whole house in that thing. I have to know what she’s got in there. Condoms, maybe?
Her friend’s hand on the small of my back pushing me towards the door makes me realize how badly I just want to stay here, perhaps take advantage of two girls in a house with no adult supervision. I’m picturing it as Elli and I are practically shoved out the door. She turns around to hug Jenna. I would die to be squished between the two of them. Two sets of boobs on me, four legs wrapped around mine. Just another typical Saturday night for the ol’ Jagmeister but this particular set of girls is unlike any I’ve ever corrupted. These two are innocent, it would be absolutely devastating to them if I treated them like I do all my other hookups, promising to call but never intending to, not letting them spend the night in my bed. Doesn’t matter that Kendall and Anthony spend every Saturday night with their dad so Mom stays with her boyfriend. Even when they’re still tipsy I push them out the door.
“Make sure you have my little girl home by midnight,” Jenna calls out as we make our way down the stairs, sounding every bit like a dad on prom night. At least I think that’s what a dad would sound like, I’ve never actually had to meet one.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Matthews, I’ll make sure she’s home by curfew,” I tease.
“You better. And no hanky panky.”
Instantly it brings to mind exactly that, the things I want to do to Elli. I have to push it from my head and grab her hand instead. Her fingers are so tiny. I see that her nails don’t say Elli loves Jenna anymore but they are the same color purple. I wonder what happened there.
There’s the quickest flash of smile on her face before she pushes it away so I don’t see. I pretend that I don’t. Since when does holding hands do it for me? The only time I normally want to is when a slut is naked and I’m holding them above her head. Owww!
“It’s okay,” I say looking at her, “I’m nervous too.”
Now her smile is wide and she doesn’t try to hide it. Jenna’s watching from the sliding glass door, the smile on her face brighter than both of us put together. This is going to be a good night.