Have you ever secretly crushed on someone? I know you have, we all have at one point, and it's all in how we capsize on opportunities that are in front of us, or do we let them slip through our fingertips? I didn't want Alex to slip through...
We walk around and put on our best faces for our crushes and the men prop up their shoulders and walk bigger and taller for the ladies we're trying to impress. And behind closed doors, we lust secretly after them, or like I said, for the braver ones out there, you go and get your prize. (I'm a little shyer with these things. – been used over and over by bad girls or the ones that just want to use you for your cock or money.)
But even with that last statement, and although I'm shy, I like all types of ladies, and I am kind of the "equal opportunity" type of lover. But I'm saying all of this to say that there was this girl I met that I couldn't let get away.
I normally like shorter girls. I'm six feet- one inch, and I like girls who are short, athletic, preppy, and prissy, (aka high maintenance) ladies with brown, black, or red hair, and blue or brown eyes. And not to mention, submissive!
Alexandra was NONE of those things. She was dominate, and independent, with blond curly hair and bright brown eyes. She stood six feet one inch with out shoes on, and although she wasn't any of the physical attributes that I "wanted," she sure did have what a lot of the others didn't have. Personality!
So to make a pretty lengthy story kind of shorter winded, I'll get on with it. I shied away from Alex for the first couple of months that I knew her, because I didn't think I needed to know her. BOY was I wrong!
If I didn't already mention, I worked with Alex at a popular hotel chain and the more I worked with her, the more I wanted to see more of her. We started hanging out outside of work, getting dinner, drinks, etc, and I started to grow to like her. Really like her. Things weren't serious at first, but all good things come to an end. They either get better or they come to an end. Well my situation got better and Alexandra got more aggressive in her chase and my crush developed.
Alex and I were out at a bar with other colleagues and because we were a couple years younger than the rest of our co-workers, we sat away from the rest of the group.
"So how many partners do you think you've had roughly? And be truthful, I can't stand a liar..." she asked.
I thought for a second and then thwarted her question with another. "I would be inclined to ask a beautiful girl of your caliber the same question."
"ha ha," she giggled. "Nice try, don't answer my question with a question and then hit on me in the same sentence. How many?"
Damn, she was feisty. "Fuck it, thirteen. You?"
"Whore!" she giggled. "I have only been with five and they were all boyfriends except for one drunken one night stand in college but I have since grown up."
"Ooh, tell me about it!"
"Hell No! Maybe another day, but not now, that's more of a rainy day story when I'm not trying to probe you for information."
We went on asking the "21 questions" that sometime come with meeting a person for the first time, and then Alex got up to excuse herself to the bathroom.
"Where are you headed?" I questioned.
"I drank too many strawberry daiquiris if you must know. I'll be back."
Alexandra came back looking refreshed and sat down across from me where I was day dreaming. She sat there for a couple seconds and then waved her hand in front of my face where I was staring off into space blankly.
"Mission Control to NASA Space Launch Discovery," she said, as I snapped out of my trance.
"What ... Where were you? You still here with me?"
"Yeah, I was just day dreaming."
"Really? About what?"
"Oh nothing, I'm sorry. So what else would you like to talk about?"
"What you brought up and placed on the table. What were you day dreaming about Michael?"
My body betrayed me and I started blushing. (Curses on my mother for being a black woman who could blush, she passed the trait to me!)
"Oh you really have to tell me now! What are you thinking about Rosie Cheeks?"
"I was thinking about you being impaled on my cock to the hilt as you rode me until we both shuddered in mind blowing orgasm!" I said, "Now who's turn is it to blush?"
"Well you sure did make me blush, and you made me wet, damn you. Why were you thinking about that? And what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to..." my thought was interrupted by my coworkers leaving and speaking to the both of us. Once I regained my thoughts, I looked back at Alexandra who's eyes were gleaming at that moment. "Well part of me wants to be the nice guy and keep courting you, but the other part of me wants to take you into the back room and challenge you to a game of pool."
"POOL?" Alex almost choked on her drink. "What the fuck do you want to play pool for?"
"Is that a game or not?" I asked.
Very upset, Jessica Rabbit got up from her seat, straightened her red dress out and waited for me to rise from my seat to take her to the billiards room. It was off to the side of the rest of the bar, kind of secluded, and it didn't get used much. The pool table was kind of new though and we went in and set our drinks down on the high top.
I could tell that Alex's facial expressions weren't those of a happy camper, but I had a couple tricks up my sleeve.
I put the quarters in the machine and slid the balls down through the channels to rack them on the table. After racking, I checked the pool sticks, and placed one in her hand. "You can break."
Alex leaned over the table and lined the cue up with the ball and scattered the billiard balls to all ends of the table. Once the balls stopped moving, I cleared three solid balls off of the table and missed at my fourth.