Lacy looked at her date sitting across the table, pondering what he thought of her. Although pretty, she was no bomb shell that his cheerleader ex-girlfriend was. With her blond hair that fell just past her shoulders in golden ringlets that seemed to majestically blow in the wind; when she was sitting in a room with all the windows closed. To her perfect make-up when she wakes up in the morning. The kind of girl that doesn't even has to try, and she wasn't just a pretty face either, she was 5'8 110lbs and a D-cup. Jarett was just the type to go perfectly with her, although not into sports like most in his frat he had the body of a pro. He stood about 6'0 was 160lbs with short black hair that he would spike on a regular basis. His eyes were a pretty shade of green, and he had a miraculous smile of bleached white teeth. At least that's what most people looked at when they saw him. Lacy however liked his smile yes, but not the bleached one. She liked the half grin he did and the way he nonchalantly raised his left eyebrow when he would say one of his sarcastic remarks, one thing that set him apart from his frat buddies. Sarcasm to her at least meant he had brains.
"I'm going to pay go the check" Jarret said, breaking her out of her train of thought.
"Ok, I'm going to run to the ladies room" she said sliding out of her chair, taking care that her dress didn't pull down as she moved. She hated that damn dress it wasn't her style but her roommate insisted that she wear it.
She scurries into the ladies room and looks at her self in the mirror. Lacey had black hair, dyed black to be exact and blue eyes. She liked the way they contrasted each other. As she looked she realized she had smudged her eye liner.
"Shit, how long was that like that?" she whines as she hastily wipes it away as if her swiftness would make him some how forget that it had ever smeared.
As she steps back from the mirror to get a look at the damage she whispers to herself "What am I even doing here?"
Her image in the mirror brings no comfort, at least in her mind. Cass, Lacey's roommate pinned her shoulder length black hair up in a pretty bun, with a few stray curls falling on her silky pale skin. Her hair was the only thing she liked about the whole ensemble. The dreaded dress she was wearing was Cass' other not so bright idea. Earlier in the day Cass dug through her closet, pulling out a bright blue strapless dress with a black sheer lace over lay, Lacey thought it was pretty when Cass wore it but now on herself she was having second thoughts. It had a fitted bodice that pushed her B-sized breasts up into perky mounds of pale cleavage, that part she liked at least. The blue fabric on the bottom of the dress was pleated, with the black over lay. She thought she looked like a cocktail waitress instead of the graceful beauty that Cass had looked in it. She does one last look and quickly sprays some body spray into the air and walks through as she leaves.
Jarret had been waiting for her in the corridor that leads to the restrooms. As he had been waiting he thought about how they had met. Class had started 20 minutes prior to her walking in, she made her grand entrance by letting the door slam. Every one turned to look at her and as she grew bright red in response he knew he wanted her. She was different, usually shy until you set her off on a topic that mattered to her; she broke out of her shell with a fiery passion on any thing that had to do with politics, religion, and oddly enough, tattoos. From what he could see she only had one, a wispy colorful design of flowers and vines with shades of red, orange, and green that took up the better part of her upper right arm, he liked it.
"Hi! Ready?" she says a little surprised that he was on the other side of the door waiting for her.
"Yep, let's go before it rains" he says with a smile.
They walk out of the restaurant into the growingly cool night. As they cross the parking lock the only sound between them was the sound of her 2 inch black sandal heels hitting the black top and the thunder slowly creeping up on them. As they reach his car he opens the door for her. She slides into the black Thunder Bird. The leather catches the fabric of the dress sliding the hem up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of another tattoo all he could see were wispy lines with a few tiny purple and pink butterflies, this one was on her inner thigh.
"How far up does that go" he wonders to himself. Aloud crash of thunder stirs him from his thoughts, he closes her door and climbs into the drivers side.
Five minuets into the drive he breaks the silence by asking "Did you have a good time?"
She was starring out the window at the on coming storm; "Nope not at all" she jokes sarcastically as she turns her gaze away from the storm and rests it on him with a smile. He wasn't the only sarcastic on in the car that night.
He responds with a smile.
His hand was resting on his leg; she stared longingly at it, wanting desperately to lace her fingers with his but to shy to make the first move. His eyes were on the road but he could feel the warmth of her gaze on him. His pulse began to race as he felt that all too familiar feeling well up in him. He pushes it back; it wasn't the right time for that, yet.
He slowly finds her hand that just happened to be resting on the edge of the seat next to him. He laces his fingers with hers, it sends a wave of warmth through his body again and he can't push it away.
As she sits there her hand in his she is in disbelief that this was all happening and that it would all be over in a few short minutes. She didn't want it to end, but she couldn't possibly invite him in, could she?
