The following story started as an exercise between Honey123 and PierceStreet.
Starting with his paragraphs :
Jessica tried to have standards. Not once in the five years she'd been having sex, had the twenty-four year old been quick to jump into bed with a guy. If it happened on the third date, that was remarkable for her.
The guy across the restaurant table was going to get lucky tonight, she had just decided. She didn't care it was only their first date.
And her paragraph :
Every move she made with her body was calculated to make him know that she wanted him. The way she would let her shoe gently touch his calf under the table, brushing his hand with hers when reaching for her glass, her eyes lingering on his mouth when he spoke and then slowly raising them to meet his eyes, letting him see the lust within.
They set out to write a story with the same characters, and the same premise, but seeing where a male and a female writer would independently take them.
This story is Honey123's. Be sure to look for PierceStreet's story with the same title.
She had wanted Gene from the moment she first laid eyes on him. He was tall, dark and handsome and her body ached at the prospect of being touched by his hands. It yearned for his caress the touch of his lips, the promise of what his tongue might do to her.
Jessica had literally run into Gene on the bustling sidewalks of New York City, having just finished shopping, she was carrying way too many bags and when rushing out of a boutique, she ran right into him causing her bags to scattering all over the sidewalk.
Not looking up, but apologizing profusely, Jessica bent down to grab her packages before they got trampled on by the people hurrying by not caring that they were stepping on her newly bought clothes.
When both their hands grabbed for the same package, Jessica felt a charge run through her body and looked up into the face of the most handsome man she had ever seen. At first she was completely dumbfounded, unable to say a word or to stop looking at him. All this man did was smile at her, looking deep into her eyes and then bent to retrieve the last of her packages.
He offered to hail her a taxi, asking her if she minded sharing, she shook her head and the next thing she knew she found herself sitting next to him, while the cab driver maneuvered in and out of traffic.
After their somewhat formal introduction, he started to give the driver directions, but upon hearing Jessica's stomach growl, he stopped, laughed and asked if she had eaten today. Retracing her shopping spree, she realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast and told him so, he then gave the driver directions to a small café that Jessica had recently read about in The New Yorker.
"I haven't eaten either." Gene said. "Would you mind joining me in a little bite to eat?"
If you knew Jessica, you knew that she was not the type of person to accept an impromptu dinner invitation. Jessica tried to have standards. She wanted to get to know the person before she even went on a first date or even slept with him. Not once in the five years she'd been having sex, had the twenty-four year old been quick to jump into bed with a guy. If it happened on the third date, that was remarkable for her.
But the guy across the restaurant table was going to get lucky tonight, she just decided. She didn't care if she had only just met him. Every bit of her skin tingled when she looked at him, her body responded to him in ways that she didn't know existed.
She couldn't help herself. Every move she made with her body was calculated to make him know that she wanted him. The way she let her shoe gently touch his calf under the table, brushing his hand with hers when reaching for her glass, her eyes lingering on his mouth when he spoke and then slowly raising them to meet his eyes, letting him see the lust within.
The conversation they had was light and fun, their attempt to get to know one another was obvious, but never touched on any sexual innuendos. Just the way they looked at one another said more than words could ever as to what was yet to come.
When the check came, Gene refused to accept any money from Jessica, she then excused herself and headed for the Ladies' Room. When she faced the mirror, she shook her head at the image that was looking back at her, and smiled. She ran a shaky hand through her wavy, brown hair, reapplied her lipstick and decided that she was going to remove her panties, hoping that at some point Gene would find the wetness that was being created by him under her skirt.