The Exhibitionist/Stay and see what happens
From Create Your Own Story
I stayed where I was, trying to keep my form fitting shirt pulled down.
The hairy guy stared at my legs so hard I was worried he would trip himself again. It started to make me feel uncomfortable.
The other guy though, the gorgeous one, had a wide smile and was looking at my face, not my other parts. It made me feel better and I tried to focus on him. Anyways, he was cuter.
"Hello," he said. In the dark, it was hard to make out his eyes, but his voice was soft, and a little deep. It surprised me, but in a pleasant way.
"Hi," I answered back, my voice quiet. Thoughts ran through my head that at any time I would get in trouble somehow. Or get attacked. Adrenaline rushed through me, while my face felt like it was about to catch on fire.
"So..." his friend said.
He nudged the other guy in the ribs.
"I apologize for my friend. He is a pig." I laughed at that, then immediately put my hand over my mouth.
"I'm sorry," I replied.
"Why? I am." He kept looking me over, paying attention to everything but my face. I had the urge to slap him and tell him My eyes are up here, but I held back.
Instead, I focused on the cute one.
"Sorry, let me try again. I am Rodrigo, and my rude friend here is Ian." A random thought passed through my head that I wish the names were reversed.
"And you are?" I mumbled my name. Ian held out his hand, and I guessed he wanted to shake hands. I took it, and immediately wished I didn't as my shirt sprung up.
The hand was forgotten as he, and Rodrigo, both stared at my crotch. I immediately blushed again, and pulled my hand back, pulling my shirt down.
"So, umm, what are you doing tonight? Some sort of dare or something?" Rodrigo asked me.
I mumbled, "something," not even sure if they could hear me, and stood frozen.
"So," Ian said, once he was able to un-swallow his tongue, "Umm..."
"What my friend is trying to say is," Ian rudely interrupted him with a blurted,"Want to have sex?"
"Fuck you," the words sprung out on my lips involuntarily. He flashed me the "Exactly" grin, which melted when Rodrigo punched him in the shoulder.
"Dude, go practice. You suck."
They argued a bit over that before Ian stormed off in a huff, shooting the ball by himself. His eyes barely stopped looking over at me.
"So, I like your..." he paused, then continued. "...shirt. It is very cute."
I inwardly sighed. Men. But, at the same time, I couldn't really hold it against him. They knew that the shirt was the only thing I was wearing, and had already seen the evidence.
We talked, and I found myself relaxing. I lost track of time, and talked to him for what seemed like forever until it was interrupted by a yelled, "Dude, are you going to fuck her or not?" from Ian.
My hand itched to slap him.
"Sorry, I had fun, but I think I need to go," I told him.
"Yeah, it is pretty late, and I have morning classes," he replied back. "Umm, can I get your number?"
I shook my head no, and he looked truly disappointed. I know I shouldn't, but, he didn't seem to mind my state of undress, so as I got back on the bicycle, I let the shirt ride up, ignoring Ian completely. This time, even Rodrigo blushed, and stared. I didn't mind. It actually felt good to have him stare at me, and turned me on.
As I rode away, I heard, "Damn, I wish she was my girlfriend." I smiled, feeling wonderful.
I went home, pulling my shirt down again once I was out of sight. I arrived home without seeing anyone else, and, looking at the clock, realizing it was almost two am.
Showering, I masturbated to the thought of Rodrigo looking at me, feeling excited and alive. I went to sleep, thinking about him.
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