There was a strong glow. A painted display of shadows danced along the far wall, and the strong scent of perfume waffed from Lizzie's neck and wrists as Wiley struggled to keep his cool. He had spent hours arranging items along the shelves so as not to divulge how little he really cared about tidying up. He had carefully picked up each knick knack from the mantle and wiped away months of dust that had accumulated since he moved in the early summer. And now he found himself trying deperately to concentrate on retracing this process as the firelight created a show of their silhouettes on the opposite wall. It could have been any innocuous thought, really. Anything but her. But he had chosen to look away from her at that wall. And even just the rough outline of her figure was distracting him from that goal. Lizzie had such a voluptous figure, and her sweater was a good two sizes too small for her. Her nipples, easily the size of thimbles under the fine, stretched fabric, had him wondering how she could be cold when he could feel himself sweat. He half-glanced down at his jeans to see how obvious his lack of self control was. This wasn't working.
He tried to think of some conversation to make as the music from the movie got eerie and loud. He could feel Lizzie pushing closer to him as the scary part grew closer as well, glancing up at his face from time to time to gauge his response. He was not scared of the movie. Oh, no. He had more pressing issues. Everything was pressing. His crotch was becoming very uncomfortable now. His heart was on its way into his throat. He wanted so deperately to fill the moment with something other than his burning libido. Just then, the tension came to a crescendo as the demon on the screen lept out from behind...something! What a cheesy movie they had chosen, but Lizzie's leg slid over his enough to bump into something hard as she squeezed his arm with fright. She might not have noticed ordinarily, as she was in such terror from the story. But something caught her attention about it, and she glanced over immediately.
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Wiley had always been an awkward kid. He was the fourth and youngest brother of his generation. He had gotten more than his fair share of teasing. Right until the end of high school, he had been tall and gangly. He had poor self esteem and no experience at all with the opposite sex. But several months before the end of school, he had been accepted to university. He moved in early and spent just about all his time working out. Add to that the normal process of a young man's body filling out and by that winter, and by that very night with Lizzie's body steadily working its way in more contact with his, he had filled out quite nicely. And there was another thing.
What Wiley did not know, and what he was about to discover, was that he had been blessed with something that was about to make itself known to him for the first time in his life. This was the very moment when his hidden "talent" was to affect him in ways he had previously only fantacized about.
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He tried to think of some conversation to make as the music from the movie got eerie and loud. He could feel Lizzie pushing closer to him as the scary part grew closer as well, glancing up at his face from time to time to gauge his response. He was not scared of the movie. Oh, no. He had more pressing issues. Everything was pressing. His crotch was becoming very uncomfortable now. His heart was on its way into his throat. He wanted so deperately to fill the moment with something other than his burning libido. Just then, the tension came to a crescendo as the demon on the screen lept out from behind...something! What a cheesy movie they had chosen, but Lizzie's leg slid over his enough to bump into something hard as she squeezed his arm with fright. She might not have noticed ordinarily, as she was in such terror from the story. But something caught her attention about it, and she glanced over immediately.
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Wiley had always been an awkward kid. He was the fourth and youngest brother of his generation. He had gotten more than his fair share of teasing. Right until the end of high school, he had been tall and gangly. He had poor self esteem and no experience at all with the opposite sex. But several months before the end of school, he had been accepted to university. He moved in early and spent just about all his time working out. Add to that the normal process of a young man's body filling out and by that winter, and by that very night with Lizzie's body steadily working its way in more contact with his, he had filled out quite nicely. And there was another thing.
What Wiley did not know, and what he was about to discover, was that he had been blessed with something that was about to make itself known to him for the first time in his life. This was the very moment when his hidden "talent" was to affect him in ways he had previously only fantacized about.
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Feedback please. I am an aspiring writer, and I want to improve, whatever the venue or genre.
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