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Introduction:

A lame, weird girl falls for a gorgeous girl.
From the corner of my eye I saw her eyes upon me like daggers. Was I flirting with her boyfriend? Maybe unintentionally but I couldn't help it, he was so likeable. What she didn't know was that I was secretlystaring at her. Would I approach her? Not in a million years. She was too pretty, I didn't stand a chance and hey, she had a boyfriend, there was no way she could be interested in girls, especially chunky, weird girls.

To my guessing, this girl was about 5'4" with longer, blondish hair. She has a gorgeous face, bigger breasts for her size, slim waist, and a curvy ass. Her legs were kind of on the shorter side and her feet were pretty with little pink toenails to accentuate them. She wore a lowcut Hollister shirt that showed off how amazing her chest was. Her skinny jeans hugged her in all the right places and would make any young teenage boy melt in his pants and any middle age man run home.

She was too good for me. She was too good and I know it. She wouldn't want me, hell I wouldn't want me. I'm 5'10" with brown hair pulled under my Burgerman's hat. I'm chunky qnd the only good thing about that is that it makes my ass more full. My legs are long but in this uniform, you can hardly tell. I look like a dork. I've been told I'm pretty but that's outside of this uniform. This uniform is big and bulky. I doubt anyone "notices" me in it. Even though this uniform was big and unshapely, her boyfriend seemed to be flirting with me. He was flirting and that was the closest I could get to her.

"Would you like anything else, sir?" I asked as usual.

"Maybe a shot of you," he replied and my heart stopped. Did he really just hit on me? The daggers in her eyes were not only stabbing, but slicing and twisting through my eyes and face. She was not a happy camper.

"Oh...umm...well..." I was speechless.

"Well...you can call me later so I can make sure I can get that to go." He winked at me a slid a small piece of paper across the counter. He then turned around, smiled at his gorgeous girlfriend and walked out with her. I kind of shot her a smirk and she smirked a snotty smirk back.

I shoved the paper in my pocket before looking at it and hurried back to work. As I worked the rest of the day, she was all I could think about. Her snotty smirk told me I definitely had no chance but I didn't care, I loved a challenge.

I got off work fairly early that evening, around five or so. I drove home the same way as I always do but I noticed something. There was a hot little blonde about a mile from where I lived. She reminded me an awful lot of the girl I had seen earlier with her boyfriend. Could it be her? I squinted but saw it was not the girl from earlier. This girl was a little taller and her hair was a tad shorter and more wavy.

I pulled into my driveway and shut off my car. Digging for my house keys, I felt something in my pocket. I pulled it out, it was the piece of paper. I stopped and read it.

"Doesn't she look cute when she's pissed? Talk to her, she likes girls too. 555-3278, Mandi"

How did he know? I thought I could hide that I liked girls pretty well. I don't know how, but he saw right through me.

I contemplated texting her or not. She was out of my league, there's no way I could land a girl like her. I picked up my phone and typed her number into it. I sent her a little message introducing myself.

'Hi, I'm Chelsea from Burgerman's today. I couldn't help to notice you burning holes through my soul when your boyfriend was ordering. He gave me your number. Just thought I'd say hello.'

About twelve minutes later, my phone went off.

'Hey, this is Mandi. I'm sorry about earlier, he just pisses me off sometimes. It's not like I expect too much, I just want someone to be mine and all mine.'

'I know what you mean,' I wrote back, 'guys just don't get it. Hey, would you like to go grab some lunch sometime?' I didn't expect her to really answer back but my phone went off right away.

'That sounds good to me, how about Saturday? We could meet at this new place they just opened down the road from your work, I think it's called Francisco's.'

She actually wanted to meet this Saturday. I was so shocked but I had to keep telling myself it was just a meet, not a date.

'That sounds wonderful, when do you want to go?'

'How about seven, I know you said lunch but I'm more of a dinner girl.'

'Seven works for me, see you then.'

Was this really happening to me? I did a small jig and then proceeded to do my normal after work ritual. Come home, take a shower, put on something comfy, hop in bed, surf the internet. Everyday after work it was the same thing, but tonight I couldn't stop thinking about Mandi as I lie in my bed. As I though of her long blonde hair and big tits, I couldn't help but notice my hand wandering under my sheets. Thinking about her legs I found my right hand to be playing with my nipple and my left circling my stomach. It was her ass that got me the most excited. As I thought of how it would feel, I found my right hand already on my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I wanted Mandi. I wanted her bad. I rubbed faster and harder, each with a more intense thought of her. I wanted to feel her, taste her, caress her, please her. I wanted her to be mine. As I though of what it would be like if she sat on my face, the most intese orgasm raged through my body, causing me to actually jerk around. I was in heaven and fell alseep in the ecstasy I, and Mandi, had just caused.

When I woke up, it was the next day, Friday. Only one more day until I went on my "date" with Mandi. I didn't have to work Friday so I just sat around thinking of what I could wear and what I should say. I decided i'd wear my pink dress that stated "I'm pretty and I'm trying but not too hard."

After picking out my attire for the next day, I decided to go back to sleep. I slept for most of the day until my phone went off.

'Hey, I'm super excited for tomorrow. *kisses*'

Did Mandi really just send kisses? I smiled and shut my eyes again. I had a dream that I walked into Francisco's and Mandi was sitting by herself. I walked up to her table and sat across from her. She told me how pretty I was and we flirted back and forth. She told me how she heard the food wasn't that great and we should just ditch and go back to her place. I hopped in her car and we held hands as she drove home. She parked outside of a nice two-story suburban home and we walked up the sidewalk to the front door.

"No one's home, we can do whatever we want." She winked at me and led me into the house. We walked down a long hallway to a door at the end. She opened it and we went inside. Mandi told me to sit on the bed and that she had no other furniture. She sat down next to me. Mandi and I made small chat before she leaned over to kiss me. We shared a deep, passionate kiss and my hands travelled all over her. I took her top off to reveal the best pair of tits I had ever seen. They begged to be sucked and I didn't deprive them of it. I took her right nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking like a baby. She moaned and I noticed how wet I was. She took her hand and ran it across my back and shoulders as I switched nipples. I slid my hand into her pants and wiggled them off her. I then felt how wet she was through her panties and...

"CHELSEA? ARE YOU HOME?" I woke up instantly. My mom had come home.

"Yeah!" I shouted but heard to reply. I couldn't believe my dream, I had never had a sexual dream before, but damn was this one good. I wish I wasn't waken up for nothing. I tried to go back to sleep to finish the dream, but I couldn't. My mind was wandering too much.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs. I really couldn't tell where my mom was, I didn't really care. I made myself a sandwich amd went back to my room. I checked my phone. I had an unread message.

'Sorry, I can't make it tomorrow, I forgot I'm going out of town. Hope I can make it up to you later. *kisses*'

She bailed. Even if she said she had prior arrangements, she bailed. I knew I couldn't get a girl like her. Well I could, but only in my dreams. I didn't reply. I was over it. I hopped in the shower to wash away how dirty I felt for believing a pretty, sexy girl could like me. I washed and washed but still felt dirty. What if I saw her at work again? How embarassed would I be?
3 comments

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-24 23:24:16
That guy is a perve ^

lesley_taraReport

2012-12-24 20:21:23
This was really convincing and I liked it a lot - I'm looking forward to the next part.

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-24 15:13:36
Any 13-15 year old girls text me at (772) 360-1896

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