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Presently, I'm working hard on a new story. It may be some time before I'm satisfied with its start to post it, so, I'd like to share an excerpt. This preview picks up somewhere near the beginning.
Please feel free to comment...
(PS: Gratitude to Katie and Fred for lighting a fire under me. Thanks to their story here on SOL, I may actually finish this thing.)
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...Momentarily stunned by Patricia’s overall raw sexual aura, he found himself speechless. Standing before her, caught in her stare, words of overwhelming emotion and phrases of adoration raced through his consciousness, looking for an exit, but to no avail. The power of the girl’s seductive beauty was imposing! Her face communicated the unequivocal definitions of eroticism and sensuality. Both elements combined effectively in her features; together, they beamed out, flowering hypnotically like spinning colors from a rotating kaleidoscope.
Piercing hazel eyes—set in a faint teal shadow, framed and shaded by lashes teased full in inky mascara—sat royally above the delicate slopes of slightly freckled cheeks. The auburn specks connected both cheeks by way of an arch hugging the bevel of her nose. A hint of freckling and scant blemishes decorated her small chin; they collected in sporadic gatherings about a mouth which could only be described as extremely inviting to a kiss. With the perpetual pout of her lips glossed in shiny rouge paint, the sparse groupings of freckles resembled campers huddling for warmth around a blazing fire.
Patty’s application of facial makeup was the result of systematic consideration. Its presentation was something she developed over time. While not being particularly meticulous, it was nonetheless one of design; it was a learned routine. The depth, the amount, every brush stroke, every finger blended shade, and all the soft, contoured places to which it was applied carried with them a definite purpose in mind: to excite men, to give them erections at first glance.
Aside from a slight hint of light rouge blush applied to highlight the delicate contours of her cheeks, she left her freckles naked, unmasked. She considered them an asset, a part of her makeup regime.
On most girls of her age, the exact approach would have projected an obvious sluttish demeanor, but not Patty. Oh, it was done up intentionally whorish. But, she pulled it off, she wore it well. Like it is with some of the world’s best peppers, the first taste has an initial burn; then there are those that not only burn at first but produce a slow build toward an even hotter, longer-lasting heat. Patricia’s heat was that of a ghost pepper.
Kevin had seen her many times before from a distance but never had the nerve to actually close the distance between them, much less talk to her. Now that he had taken the initiative and finally had the opportunity, he just stood there dumbfounded—at first taking in the luscious shape of her red lipstick-painted lips and then scanning up to look pleadingly and sheepishly into her sexy, L’Oreal made-up eyes.
"Um…Yes?" Patty queried with a snarky little giggle, breaking the pause. A wicked smile played across her lips; she looked judgingly into Kevin's eyes, and then evaluated his stature with a glance up and down his body. She had taken note of the growing bulge pushing out the front of the boy's pants. The smile became a bit more crooked and wider as an understanding set in.
The awkward pause dragged on as she brought her gaze back up to his face, her lips still smiling crookedly. Kevin stood there in a frozen state—his dick stiffening even more; his tongue stilled by nervousness and arousal.
“Well?” she chimed impatiently, “Did you want something?”
Absentmindedly, Kevin continued staring; he swallowed and cleared his throat again, this time with a strangled cough.
"Huh? What? Did you say something?" he managed to struggle out.
"Yeah...I mean, did-you-want-to-say-something-to-me?" Patricia replied, emphasizing the words with a deliberate slow, staccato cadence, pretending to be a little irritated.
"Well, yy-yeah," he began, his voice quavering a bit at first. "Um...I-I was wondering…well…I thought…Well, that is…Um."
"Look," she began scolding, "the sooner you get near a full sentence, the better. I wish you’d come to the point! I've got math class in a few minutes."
The boy was struggling emotionally; he was lost, walking the center line of a street in that netherworld between abject fear, low self-esteem, and flagging confidence on one side, and his raw sexual want and need on the other.
“Hello!” she shouted into his face, “Is there anybody in there?” Frustrated, she began to leave, turning slightly to face her friend, “Aww, c’mon. Let’s get go—”
He was about to lose her attention. And although startled and more than a bit intimidated by her demeanor and tone, Kevin’s cock ultimately won out. Cutting off her sentence, and speaking fast, he finally blurted; "Would you like to take a walk with me on the football field? You know? S-so we can talk?" He wanted to ask her out for a future date, but felt inhibited doing it in front of her friend. Suggesting a walk, just the two of them, seemed the best solution.
"Hmm," looking him up and down again while putting the edge of a held book against her lips, "that depends."
“On-on what?” he stammered.
Caught in her glare, another uncomfortable moment passed for Kevin as he waited for her reply.
"What did you say your name was?"
"I didn’t…It’s Kevin—b-but you-you can call me Kev," he replied nervously.
"Well, I dunno, Kev,” she sighed, “do you have any cigarettes?" She posed the question seductively, then added, "I'd love a smoke break—if I'm gonna cut class, it should be time well spent; ya know what I mean?" Her last utterance was purposefully loaded with lewd innuendo. She intended to be vaguely smutty—she could have meant anything; but, without knowing it, she had hit one of the proverbial nails smack on the head for the boy.
Kevin picked up on Patty’s suggestive tone; with his rabid imagination running wild, he filled in the blanks and swallowed hard again. He secretly had a “thing” for girls who smoked; one of those strong but peculiar penchants mentioned earlier. It was embarrassing to him; he told no one about it. With extreme fear of ridicule, this perversion was something he kept locked deep inside.
The boy knew that Patricia smoked; he’d seen her doing it in the park outside of the school cafeteria on many occasions. How could he forget? Each occasion was marked by the feel of the crotch of his trousers tightening over an unavoidable erection, just from watching her smoke. Every puff and exhale made his dick throb.
But, what fed fuel to Kevin’s fire, as to the possible lewd meaning behind her last words, had to do with the nature of the stories he’d heard about this girl. Some of the steamiest gossip involved her going down on boys for the price of a cigarette. He had even heard that she actually smoked while she did it.
That unseemly rumor started because, once, on a whim, Patty had exploited her smoking to tease a boy. It seemed to work beautifully that first time, so she began using it regularly. After that, more and more boys got the treatment. Each time she used this method to get a rise out of her target subjects, it produced increasingly naughtier results.
Then, during a random tryst, an impatient boy pushed the teasing, freckled minx to her knees to face his cock while she was still smoking. The wet results stuck—to her face, her sexual consciousness, and her reputation. So, it became one of her slut signatures.
That rumor burned the hottest at the core of his lustful dreams, for he didn’t just fantasize about women smoking; he imagined them doing it during sex. Bringing that little fact to bear strikes at a particularly dark part of Kevin’s smoking fetish fantasy—at the point of climax during any of the boy’s fetish-fueled masturbatory sessions, he became obsessed with an image of shooting his cum onto a sexy woman’s face while she smoked. Lately, Patty was the returning star recipient in his imaginings. And, in each case, her smoking, freckled kisser bore the slimy results of his deep, dark reverie.
“Well, well—c’mon,” Patricia insisted jokingly, snapping her fingers in front of the boy’s face. “Do you or don’t you have any cigarettes? I don’t have all da—”
"Yes!” Kevin replied, as quickly as he could blurt it out, expressing it a little too loudly, “I do have some cigarettes!”
The girl could barely suppress a burst of laughter at his awkwardness.
But, something else seemed to reveal itself in his outburst. From the boy’s emphasis on the presence of cigarettes, a wild thought of understanding sparked in her naughty mind.
Could it be…? Oh! So, that’s it—huh? Patty mused, knowing something about the lewd gossip floating around lately concerning her "smoking habits." Now, she also had a fair idea that Kevin was not a smoker—so, why on earth would he have cigarettes in his possession? "No," should have been the answer to her question.
Uh-huh, she thoughtfully surmised, so it’s about me smoking; is it? Well, now—this should be fun!
Kevin hadn't noticed her amusement; his mind was elsewhere. So the rumors could be true! He thought, as a little bit of the courage he felt earlier returned.
The hallway bell suddenly rang, indicating the start of the next class. The harsh clanging pierced right through the fog of contemplative sexual tension with a jolt. A bomb may well have just gone off. It startled Kevin, causing his body to jump.
At this point, the girl with whom Patricia had been speaking tapped her on the back. Not altering her stance, Patty only turned her head, looking over her shoulder at her friend Mary. Kevin took the opportunity to stare openly at Patricia’s perfectly shaped tits. They bulged forward in the most alluring way; her hard nipples were clearly visible, pushing out the taut material of the white top she sported.
"Are you coming?" Mary asked, a savvy, evil grin creasing her face. The girl knew her friend all too well. She also noticed the boy staring at Patty’s tits.
"Um," Patricia smiled back at Mary, thought for a moment, then pivoted her head to face Kevin once again; in the process she caught him staring at the thrust of her breasts. The boy started; he snapped his head up, looked into her eyes briefly, and blushed while quickly averting his eyes, before awkwardly glancing down at his feet. It was all very clumsy and quite obvious.
Staring unflinchingly at Kevin’s embarrassment and grinning, "Um…I’ll see you later, Mary," Patty replied, nodding her head while showing her delight at catching him in the lecherous act through a snorting chuckle.
"Talk to you tonight, then; okay?" Mary replied with her own sly chortle. Smirking while shaking her head knowingly, she turned and joined the line of students filing through the nearest classroom door.
Even though Mary had already left, Patricia, deep in devious thinking, responded while still grinning at Kevin: "Yeah Mare, hmm-hmm. Talk to ya tonight." The door shut; a relative silence enveloped the lone couple standing in the once-crowded corridor.
Patricia bit her bottom lip suggestively and sighed while querying, “Is there a gym period now? Will people be out there on the field?”
“Yeah. I-I think so,” Kevin shot back, perplexed. “Why?”
“Never mind,” Patty replied. Her eyes narrowed while turning on a mischievous smile, “let’s go.” Grabbing his hand, she led the nervous teen toward the side doors.
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My apologies for the extended absence. I had other pressing real-time work-related composing slated over the past several months.
A new "Angel..." chapter is in the works / forthcoming. I hope you're enjoying the effort thus far.
Thanks,
GLTyerbyter
I'm excited today! Why? Well, I just posted a new submission—an autobiographical account dealing with my little nuisance of an obsession with smoking and how it had developed in my life.
However, I'm a bit frustrated about the submission. Why? Okay, okay! You don't have to shout! I'll tell you. I'm grappling with my own stupidity and ineptitude over how to include images.
I am working on a solution through reposts, so please stand by.
I just re-posted what I believed to be the last revision of chapter 3 from "Angel's Education." Mmmm...it could be the last.
On that hesitant note, I'd like to thank the administrator of this wonderful site for showing patience through all of my re-posting.
Really; it is appreciated. You are a gem!
I'm still working up a satisfactory flow for chapter 3 of "Angel's Education"; still grappling with continuity, syntax and appropriately heated phrasing.
I'm hoping to finally quiet the constant arguing and debating with myself, enough where I feel a little more confident to actually post it for publication.
This weekend, possibly.
Here's hoping you're enjoying it thus far.
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