Little Space Quotes Novels & Stories

Harper’s petite 5’2” body looked extra fuckable as she swayed in front of me, her round ass jiggling in her tight dress. Back inside the gym the music was pumping. We danced together, grinding and laughing until the DJ dropped a heavy bass track. That’s when I spotted Douglas leaning against the wall looking miserable. At 25 he was still built like a beast — 6’4”, 250 pounds of solid muscle, towering over my 5’6” frame. “Why aren’t you dancing, big guy?” I asked, already feeling bold from the weed. “Nobody wants to dance with me.” I stepped close, batted my lashes, and took his huge hands. “Then I’m asking. Come dance with your favorite teacher.”

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.