Chapter Six: AndreaA Chapter by The old meChapter Six: Andrea This should have been my first sign that this girl was a w***e. Unknowingly at that moment, I would soon find out how much of a w***e she really was. I seem to attract that type of girl. No girl wanted to commit but wanted the dick. It really sucks when all I want is someone to be there for me. I remember a story Robert told me awhile back that was about Andrea. That she was a bit on the crazy side and even one day tried to get Robert to have sex with her. She just walked around her house naked and tried to get him to do something. He said he didn’t do anything, I don’t know if he did, it really didn’t matter in my eyes. Somehow the day got even more abnormal. This girl was one of a kind. I’m not sure if that was good or bad in this case. I have seen very open people. I have seen a lot of w****s. But this girl was a blend of all of that with a tint of insanity. And I think I kind of enjoyed it. I enjoyed being toyed with. I felt the appreciation and love of a girl. At least the way she expressed love. The attention of a girl was just something I enjoyed a lot. It was like a drug to me. It made me feel great, I always needed it, and it cost me dearly in the end. And the drug of the day was Andrea. We were all watching some program on cat, which was dreadfully boring. I wanted to change the channel. So I reach for the remote. Andrea grabbed the remote control and wouldn’t give it back. I ask her for it. “Can I have the remote to change the channel?” “Maybe, you have to get it from me.” “What do you want me to do?” I reach out to grab it. She quickly pushes it down her pants and says. “Come on and get it.” I hesitate at first. Should I really touch this girl I just met? She wasn’t the best of choices out there, I mean she just found out she wasn’t pregnant. I look at my other friends, they aren’t paying attention. So I go for it. She struggles around a bit and she pulls it out before I can fully get it. She then turns and puts in down her shirt. “Come on and get it” So I do. I slide my hand down her shirt and touch the remote. It’s wedged in between her lovely and soft breasts. She moves the remote out which forces my hand to slide onto her left b**b. Such an amazing feeling. My hand rests there for a few seconds, and the whole time she’s smiling. I smile back too. I love to be the one in control. I glance over and see my friend about to look over so I quickly remove my hand. “That was a close one.” I thought. My friend glances over and then turns back to the television program about cats or something, I really wasn’t paying attention now. What I was doing felt much better and was more entertaining. She looks at me and smiles. She reaches out for my hand. I put my hand out but I don’t touch hers. I allow her to grab mine. I don’t want to feel stupid if she didn’t hold it. But she did. Her soft hands grip mine. She keeps smiling. We are holding hands for a while. We don’t stop till my friend glances over again. Another close one. Not that I would get in trouble or be ashamed if they saw me, I don’t know what they would say. She then switches to the couch that I’m on. She gently lays on me. She moves her head into a comfortable position. I like it but I’m not sure what my friends will think. She realizes that I’m holding back because of them. She then moves to the ground so she is out of sight for them. She then looks up at me and places her hand on her stomach. She then pulls up on her shirt and shows her breasts. Slight medium sized very pale breasts. Suddenly my friend moves but Andrea still holds up her shirt for only me to see. I enjoy it a lot. My friend and his girlfriend stand up from the living room couch and Robert tells me. “We will be right back, we have to go pick up a few things.” “Ok. Have fun.” Robert turns to Andrea. “You want to stay here or come with us?” She says, “I’ll stay.” She smiles. The smile is almost in a bit of an evil one. My friend and his girlfriend turn and walk out to leave. The door closes behind them. Andrea looks at me. She smiles and says. “Can we watch a movie?” “Sure, they are in my room.” I should have known it was a trap. She knew they were probably in there. We enter my room and she jumps on the bed. I look at her and say. “Here are the movies.” “Nevermind about the movies. Where are your condoms?” I gulp. “Why do you want to know?” She ignores me and searches for them. She looks under the bed. They aren’t there. She looks in the dresser. She finds them. “Found them!” She gets one out and throws it at me. She then starts to remove her shirt. Then she removes her pants. She stands there for a bit. Just in her bra and panties. She walks up and gently pressing her lips against mine. In that moment, I feel at ease. My mind goes blank; I only focus in on her. She’s very beautiful right now; she’s in her natural environment. This is her common lifestyle moment. She’s a harlot and I think I’m going to be a beast tonight. © 2011 The old meReviews
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5 Reviews Added on May 17, 2011 Last Updated on June 17, 2011 AuthorThe old meLos Angeles, CAAboutIf you notice some of my work is gone, that is because it is. I trimed down to put only a few on the site. Message me if you want to know anything about me. I'm an open book more..Writing
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