“So what do you want to do?” she asked.
He didn’t know how to answer her. It wasn’t like they were all that close. He never thought he’d second-guess a chance to get laid.
But she was damaged goods. On some level, he knew her voracious sexual appetite was only a cover for deeper wounds where her real motivations lay. She wielded her sexuality as a child toyed with a loaded gun. But each impact was self-inflicted, driving into her and tearing wounds even greater.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he stalled
“Come on. I’m so horny, we can go right here in the bushes!” the night sky shadowed the beautifully manicured shrubbery which seemed to recoil in horror of the offense. It was hard to believe that she came from such an affluent suburb given her depravities.
“Nah, I’m just going to head home.” he let go of her hand.
“Awe, come on! What are you, chicken?” she stepped in close, trying to rub her body against his.
He stepped back quickly and she stumbled. He reached out to catch her and she grabbed his hand, pulling herself up against him. Her hand found his crotch and it revealed the truth.
“Awe, come on. No one will ever know. Don’t you want to kiss me?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think a kiss is what you really need.”