The Girl Is Mine

It was probably the most frustrating and longest night I have experienced in my life before. She was there, three doors down, and there was not a single thing I could do. I was so tempted to walk in there and rip that tight dress and her panties off, taking that perfect ass and melting hot body for mine. I had the most agonizing throbbing in my pants; if I believed in satisfying myself, I would have probably done it ten times over again.

I find her in the kitchen even more god damn beautiful than last night.

“For a woman, you look pretty good in the morning.”

“For a man, you make really dumb ass statements so early in the morning.”

“I will take that as a compliment. Did you sleep well?”

“If it was not for my stupid friend screaming, I might have.”

“Next time, I will put you further down the hall.”

“What makes you think there is going to be the next time?”

“Just being hopeful.”

“You bunch do not look like seconds, kind of guys.”

“We don't, but there is always a first.”

“So there is a first for seconds?”

“Yes, something like that.”

“Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?”

“Extremely.”

“Do you guys really share your girls?”

“Sometimes.”

“So, my friend had a good chance of being fucked by both your friends?”

“Almost definitely.”

“That is fucking sick. What is wrong with you, guys?”

“I can see you considering it but it is not quite getting through.”

“Unfortunately, Ava, that is just the way I am made up.”

“Another dumb ass comment so early in the morning. Can you please go tear my friend away from whomever she is sucked to? I would like to go home.”

I wish she did not have to; I wish she would stay. I know that once she walks out that door, I won't see her again.

After about five minutes, her friend Emma is in the kitchen ready to go; just before she leaves the door, she turns and looks at me.

“Will I see you again, Ava?”

“Don't count on it.”

With that, she is out the door, and she is gone. She is not going to be mine, after all. I should have taken her while I had a chance, but she is not that kind of girl. All I have is her first name and a god damn rising erection and an aching in my balls.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Dominic asks as he enters the kitchen

“Nothing.”

“You look pussy whipped.”

“What the fuck is pussy whipped?”

“You want that pussy, and you want it bad.”

“You are talking bullshit.”

“That damn cock tenting your pants tells me otherwise.”

“Why the fuck are you looking at my cock for?”

“It is hard to miss.”

“What else that is not going to miss is my fist connecting with your fucking jaw.”

Next, it is Joseph that enters the kitchen to give me shit.

“You are grumpy when you don't get laid. This is like the first time in ever you do not get laid.”

“Just stop with the getting laid. It's not helping my situation.”

“Go use your hand.”

“Fuck you. I don't use my hand. I don't need to use my hand.”

“From where I am standing, you are going to have to.”

“Stop looking at my damn cock.”

I am so close to bursting, whenever I think I am going down, I imagine those god damn legs around my neck, that tight lips around my cock, being lost in that wet pussy, consuming and devouring every bit of that perfect body.

“Tell me one of your assholes got Emma's number?”

“Not me,” Joseph says.

“Not me either,” Dominic adds.

“For fuck sakes. What is wrong with you two?

“Do we ever take numbers?” Dominic asks.

“No, we don't.”

“Then, why should we now?”

“Because I did not get what I want. And I want her.”

“Don't go soft on us. Well, at least your cock has gone softer.”

“Stop looking at my damn cock.”

After having a very much-needed cold shower, I make my way downstairs, where the two idiots are still in the kitchen doing absolutely nothing. As I walk in, Dominic greets me with a stupid ass grin on his face.

“You are in luck. Emma is coming to the club tonight.”

I don't know which is worst, the excitement I feel or the way my cock reacts. Now I am a fucking excited dog ready to hump the first leg it finds.

“Is she coming with?”

“Definitely pussy whipped,” Dominic says as he steps back in fear of me slapping him again.

“Shut up.”

“Yes, she is,” he finally admits.

There is something about this feeling that I find so thrilling; I am loving the chase; I am liking the challenge even more. I won't stop until I have had her until I claim my prize. She will be mine no matter how long it takes. My cock will ache for her until I satisfy this desire for her body. The things that I will do to her in so many ways over and over again.

Dammit, I am hard again!

I can't control myself today. When I think about her, I get a hard-on, a full-on damn hard on. I want this girl; I want her bad. Just one night that is all I am asking for, one night under my covers in my bed, fucking her hard, fucking her deep, over and over again

“Can you stop thinking about that sweet piece of ask for a second,” Dominic laughs as he catches me off guard, thinking of her.

“It is fucking hard.”

“Yes, we can see.”

“Why are you assholes staring at me for?”

“You got it bad. You are breaking all our rules here.”

“Says him that it is getting seconds tonight.”

“Nah, I had her; it is Jo's turn tonight. I would much rather have that Ava instead

“If you value your balls, you would not even try. Let's fuck off.”

We get to the club, and they are not here yet. As per usual, there is a string of women headed our way. This is the last thing I want her to see, these bunch of cheap whores throwing themselves at me.

“Go away. Not tonight.”

As fast as they came, the faster they go.

“What the hell, Tray?” Joseph turns to me as I push every single that comes up to us away.

“I don't feel like one of them tonight.”

“Well, I did.”

“Then you go to them. I don't want them here when Ava comes.”

“I am starting to worry about this thing with this girl.”

“Shut up.”

That is when I see her coming up the stairs. Holy mother, that dress, and I want to rip it off. She looks so damn good; how do I keep my hands off her and control this damn thing in pants.

“Ava, I knew I would see you again.”

“Not by my own planning. My friend is insisting on being an slut. Who knows, tomorrow is your turn.”

“That is not going to happen.”

“That is a first. Probably already surrounding your next prey.”

“Believe me; she is definitely being surrounded.”

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Yes, always.”

“Almost always.”

“Why, almost always?”

“You are not getting me.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Don't be so sure of yourself. You are not my type.”

“What is your type, then?”

“Definitely not you.”

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

“I keep on telling myself that in the mirror every morning.”

“Ava, are you being full of shit again?” Her friend Emma shouts from the side.

“Emma, go play with your boy toy and get it out of your system. I don't particularly want to stare at their faces tomorrow again.”

She turns back to me and sees me smiling; oh, I am going to milk this for what it is worth.

“I am glad you at least staring at me.”

“Who says I am staring at you?”

“You have been staring at my face, as you said.”

“You are an asshole.”

I need to make a move; I need to see what my chances are; even if she just touches me, I just want to feel her.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“That depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“If going to try and make me drunk.

“Will it work?”

“Work for what?”

“You give me a taste of those sweet lips.”

“I don't know where your mouth has been.”

“If you know, will you kiss me then?”

“Nice try.”

“Then I will just buy you a drink.”

Here it goes, I am going to slip my arm around her waist.

Ever so smoothly, I wrap my arm around her waist to lead her to the bar. She allows me to let it linger for a minute or two before she pushes me away.

Forget the sex; I want her to be mine.