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I met her at a party on Saturday night. The party wasn’t promising but then I saw this girl… She was different. She wore jeans and a shirt with a vest and even though I am usually not fond of girls wearing that, she, on the other hand, looked absolutely stunning. She started dancing, with a cigarette between her fingers and a look that would make you take off your clothes. I’ve seen a lot of girls with short hair, but her haircut made it difficult for me to look other way. She observed people around her like a vulture and, when our eyes met, I shivered from my scalp down to my feet. At that very moment, I wanted to kiss her so bad.A couple of bahis siteleri minutes later, she came to me and smiled. We just stood there, smiling at each other. It felt weird but perfect at the same time. She took my hand and said, “Dance with me.” Of course I did. My heart was pounding like crazy but, hopefully, she hadn’t noticed. I stood in front of her, trying so hard to make my moves seem natural, but every time I looked at her eyes I felt weak at the knees. We were pretty close to each other but she put her hands around my waist and pulled me closer. So close that I could feel her breath on my skin. So close that I could smell her perfume.We canlı bahis siteleri danced like that for a while not saying a word. But it felt right.At some point she took my hand again and whispered, “Let me take you home.” I nodded. She took my coat and called a cab. The taxi driver was ranting about government and economy as I sat there with just one question on my mind, “What the fuck am I doing?” As though she knew what I was thinking, she squeezed my hand harder and gave me an ‘It’s alright’ look. Even though, I was freaking out. Those full lips of hers, opening gently as she exhaled as the moon illuminated her cleavage. I was canlı bahis paralyzed. I became wet, imagining unbuttoning her vest and taking off her shirt. The lust was unbearable.She payed for the cab and invited me inside. Her apartment was warm and cozy and I felt really glad to be there. She came, with two glasses of red wine, and proposed a toast. “To this night,” she said. I smiled. There was some good music playing, from her laptop, and the wine made her lips red and even more desirable. We were getting pretty drunk and she started dancing. It was a slow, seductive song and her body moved following the rhythm. She took off her vest complaining that it was too hot. I stared. I wanted to get up and rip the rest of her clothes from her body, but I couldn’t move. I sat there with a glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, trying so hard to hide all of my ‘symptoms’.

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