Garett: A Fictional Narrative
"Hello." I say with another plastered smile as I reach for it. Once he has mine, he brings it up to his lips and kisses my knuckle. At that, I blush. I can't imagine Garett's grin now, considering that Desmond tried kill him after he did it to me.
"I noticed you were alone."
"Ah, not really." It's only been five minutes since Desmond left. I can't get a chance to rest.
"Who are you with then?" He asks nicely. He really does have a pleasant smile but, I can't seem to relax.
"I'm-"
"She's with Desmond Loretto." Garett suddenly interjects. I glance over and find him glaring. I roll my eyes. Anyone who actually knows Garett may be used to his verbal nitpicking, but I know this guy can't be.
"I believe I was talking to the lady." The stranger keeps up with his smile even though I saw his lip twitch.
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I can already imagine Jenny's voice lecturing me. "How the hell do you forget you can't dance? You fucking moron!" And I can imagine Desmond being as scalding as her too.'You never fucking listen to me, Alex!'
I look around and watch the crazy dancing going on between all the women. I can try to imitate them as best as possible. I'll just have to keep him preoccupied with.. Something flashy. I guess it's time to put these barely B-cups to use.
As soon as I feel my mimicking-others dance starts to stop working, I start pressing up against him. Pressing my breasts against him, to be specific. It's a good thing it's not too light and super crowded tonight. I can't imagine how stupid my smiles are starting to look with how red my face must be. It's really easy to keep rubbing up against him because the crowd keeps pushing us into each other. Of course, I know he doesn't mind because every so often I rub up on him and feel something poking against my stomach. Something by his groin area. This is getting harder by the minute and it just keeps getting
"I noticed you were alone."
"Ah, not really." It's only been five minutes since Desmond left. I can't get a chance to rest.
"Who are you with then?" He asks nicely. He really does have a pleasant smile but, I can't seem to relax.
"I'm-"
"She's with Desmond Loretto." Garett suddenly interjects. I glance over and find him glaring. I roll my eyes. Anyone who actually knows Garett may be used to his verbal nitpicking, but I know this guy can't be.
"I believe I was talking to the lady." The stranger keeps up with his smile even though I saw his lip twitch.
"Who's …show more content…
I can already imagine Jenny's voice lecturing me. "How the hell do you forget you can't dance? You fucking moron!" And I can imagine Desmond being as scalding as her too.'You never fucking listen to me, Alex!'
I look around and watch the crazy dancing going on between all the women. I can try to imitate them as best as possible. I'll just have to keep him preoccupied with.. Something flashy. I guess it's time to put these barely B-cups to use.
As soon as I feel my mimicking-others dance starts to stop working, I start pressing up against him. Pressing my breasts against him, to be specific. It's a good thing it's not too light and super crowded tonight. I can't imagine how stupid my smiles are starting to look with how red my face must be. It's really easy to keep rubbing up against him because the crowd keeps pushing us into each other. Of course, I know he doesn't mind because every so often I rub up on him and feel something poking against my stomach. Something by his groin area. This is getting harder by the minute and it just keeps getting