and light up her boobs like a pair of Christmas ornaments. Getting Kenny to emit an afterglow has become my mission in life. Besides, I already know that Kenny Jordon is far from a player, and unfortunately for me, that pretty much takes her out of the running for playmate. Too bad I'm not in the market for a girlfriend, if I were, I'd battle to the death to make sure it was her. "On second thought, don't answer. There's no way in hell you'd even know what to play with." This time I bury the smile and go for the cardinal-coated gold. My body ignites with heat just watching her light up a deep velvet crimson.
Her mouth falls open. "No, I'm not a player." She says it drawn out, incredulous at my taunt. "But I could be." She crimps a smile, and a tiny dimple implodes in her left cheek. "If I wanted to."
Hot fucking damn.
Her cleavage magically enlarges as she leans in, and suddenly I'm finding the need to readjust the bag over my lap.
"Although" - she touches her lower lip with her finger, sending my penis in full scale erotic assault mode - "I haven't really even kissed anybody except for the time I was drunk at my senior graduation."
"Really?" What the hell is wrong with the guys in California?
"Yeah, really." She traces the outline of her lips with her finger.
I'd like to do that for her - with my tongue.
"So I guess that means you're a virgin." Shit. Did I just go there? Looks like it's all systems go to make sure Kenny stays the hell away from me. Nothing like a little self-sabotage coupled with a jab at her virginity to make sure she's safe from my "road show." Kenny needs some nice kid to sweep her off her feet, not me. I've got chains dangling from my bedposts for God's sake. Nope. There's not one nice thing about me these days.
"It's not a death sentence," she scolds. "Besides, maybe I will take my mother's unconventional advice. I could hang out with Pennington and see what happens." She makes a face as if it's the last thing on the planet she wants to do.
I swallow a laugh. "I'm pretty sure Pennington isn't the one for you."
She postures seductively as her hips grind into the seat. "Well, I have to start somewhere if I'm going to become the female version of you, don't I?" She bites down on the smile waiting to take over as if she's taunting me.
"Female version of me?" Intriguing concept, but I'm not buying it. I doubt she is either.
"Maybe I should turn things around for myself" - she gives an impish grin - "start taking advantage of all the fresh meat Garrison has to offer. You know, a social experiment."
"Social experiment?" I hold back a laugh. If I didn't know better I'd think she read my thesis. Has she read my thesis?
"Yeah, I can document my findings on what it feels like to become a female predator. They do exist, you know. The male species doesn't own exclusive rights to sexual domination."
"You want to sexually dominate." I find this doubtful. Although if she's hell-bent on diving into a cesspool of STDs, who am I to stop her? In fact, I might even introduce her to the chains a little sooner than anticipated. "And, by all means, I volunteer to do the documentation around here." I'll be published by fall.
"I could be the next big player at Garrison." She says it, stunned by her own admission. "I bet I can give you a run for your money."
"No you can't." I take a quick swig of my soda. No use in placating her with false ideals. A kitten like her would be eaten alive in the most extravagant sexual fashion if left to the rabid bears on campus.
"Well then, I'll just have to prove you wrong." Her neck arches in a seductive manner, paper-white and long like a pillar.
She accepts the challenge as if I just issued a dare. I should set her straight, release her from the bondage of ever becoming anything like me, but my mouth takes a U-turn.
"So, I guess you'll need some pointers." I start up the car and back out of the lot without giving my conscious a chance to weigh in on the matter.
She leans as the car moves and her chest swells out of her T-shirt, making me hungry for far more than food.
"Where we going?"