The Lovely Ones

I was always a runner. From the day I took my first step, I was ready to run. Ready to leap and bound, and fall and get back up, only to run again. Running is the very thing that I do the best and the very thing I can never be the best at.My body was always lean and small, too small for most sports since I only stood 4’11 but that never stopped me from wanting to compete. I was the fastest on my high school track team but I never really got better than that. I always wanted to run in the Olympics but knew even as a teenager that was not something that would happen for me.I was good in school, not straight As but everyone generally knew I was a pretty smart kid and good to bum answers from if you were in dire need.Only now I was headed to college, and boy did I not know what the fuck I signed up for by doing that. Nobody in my family had ever gone to college before me for at least 3 or 4 generations back on both sides and gee it would’ve been nice to have had someone to help me thro

Darren and I didn’t end up doing much studying. He was too much fun to talk to. We found ourselves going on about Gone With the Wind for at least 3 hours before he noticed we hadn’t done any homework. I told him that I would much rather talk about anything other than chemistry. He laughed and put his hand on my thigh in a way too intimate for friends.I felt the urge to wrap my legs around him and kiss him hard and deep and sure. I must have looked at his lips too intensely because the corners of his mouth went up into a smile. He laughed and I felt myself lean forward into it.I knew that it was too much, I knew that I was acting ridiculous. I barely knew this man but things felt so easy with us. He told me about his high school swim team, and how he missed them. He told me about his little sister who had outgrown him, and how frustrating it was to be the little big brother. He told me about his family dog and going swimming on his family’s ranch in Tennessee. He promised me that he

I felt all of the blood drain from my face as I stared at the screen. Someone had been in my room. Something must have gone wrong in my brain, because I soon found myself on the floor. I decided I must be dead because there was an angel grabbing me, shaking me. Must be trying to teach me to fly. It felt wrong though, that the angel was crying, I must be doing so bad that I’ve made her job hard, I didn’t want to be a bad student.“I’m sorry, Angel” I manage to say despite the swirling pool of unconscious grasping at my tongue. I tried to stand but the swirling only got worse. I fell into the angel's pretty auburn hair and sighed at the smell of apples.She pulled me through the doorway with her shirt over her nose and kicked the door shut behind us. The fog in my brain quickly began to clear. I shook my head trying to clean the rest out of it and looked into Rita’s panicked eyes. “Was that written in blood?” Rita asked. I only blinked at her in response. There had been no angel dra

He reaches for my hand and grips me softly. His eyes never look away from mine as he steps closer. He leans in and I close my eyes as we finally connect.His kiss heats me up from my stomach. He curls our fingers together and he tilts his chin away from me, keeping our foreheads connected. He sighs and I place my hand on the back of his neck in a familiar way. Only it isn’t familiar to me, I have only touched a man like this in my dreams.My dream of Darren flashes to my mind and I flush, suddenly embarrassed. Darren notices my change and pulls away to look at me, holding my shoulders in place. He scans my face, worried that I’m not enjoying the kiss and sees my blush. He grins and tries to kiss me again but can’t stop smiling long enough to pucker his lips. His laugh pulls one out of me as well, and we stand close enough to kiss again, laughing at each other’s embarrassment. It doesn’t last long though, and we connect again, this kiss feels even sweeter than the first somehow, and my

Darren and I kiss for a while longer, but he never lets me have any more than that, and promises to me that we will not until I have convinced him that I’m ready. I pout about this for much longer than should’ve been allowed, but his kisses really soften the blow. I start to get dressed and sigh at Darren, holding up my soaking panties with one finger. He flashes me a devilish smile and laughs “you broke up my matching set!” I say, fake upset. “I guess you just don’t get to wear underwear tonight then.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows in my direction. “Yeah then you have to wear those!” I tell him as I throw them at him. I pull a much less sexy pair from my drawer, and place them on.“Absolutely not.” he says with a pained face. I snicker at him and slip on a layered sundress. He groans and says “not the sundress!” He tosses his hands over his eyes “You’re too beautiful I’m going blind!” He falls over dramatically onto the bed while I shake my head at his silliness. I pull my hair in