I was browsing in the mall one afternoon when I literally ran into a girl that I hadn't seen in a while. Her name was Cassi. I had first met her through her parents when she was only fourteen, but that was five years ago. She had always been an annoying girl who couldn't stop talking about herself. I had always been moderately polite to her despite my dislike for her. Okay, maybe not polite β more like tolerant. This day wasn't much different. As I listened to her update me on her life, I started to realize that this annoying girl had grown up into an annoying woman with a great body. She had long, curly blonde hair, a short and petite body with small but perky breasts, at least from what I could see. She wore a pair of black dress pants and a beige top which showed her tight stomach. Over that she wore a black jacket which hung open to allow me to observe those other details. She talked for what seemed like half an hour without pause, even though it was probably more like five or ten minutes. As she spoke I came to the conclusion that, despite what I thought of her as a person, I would love to get this young woman naked. The problem with this idea was that I had no desire to lead her on or make her believe I wanted to date her. I decided that the only way to accomplish that would be through a direct approach.
"Listen," I said, interrupting her, "do you want to get out of here?"
"And go where?" she asked with a smile.
"Back to my place," I replied.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Absolutely."
"I'm not that kind of girl," she said. Strike one. She sounded like someone in a high school sex education video.
"What's wrong with two people having a bit of fun and giving each other pleasure?" I countered.
"I don't think my boyfriend would like it if I did that," she said. Ouch. Strike two.
"I'm not going to tell him," I said. "Are you?"
"No."