THE STORM

13. Adam

I see Bria when, I walk through the front door. I stayed in the Livingroom. While Bria is laughing and, taken shots the girls are cheering her on. I can’t help but watch. She looks like she hasn't been out in a while. We keep making eye contact and, that little blush is doing things to me. I still stay my distance just hanging out with the guys. They are talking but I’m not listening. I go to turn my head to actually listen to what the guys are saying, When the song changes.

I notice movement and see Bria grab the girls. I watch as she pulls them into the Livingroom.

Bria must really like this song because, it isn't long, before she starts dancing with the girls. Oh, f**k she is getting down. I hear Candy yell “damn girl”. I watch Bria as she sways her hips and, damn she can move her hips. She is hypnotizing because, I can't take my eyes off her dancing like that. Finally, I say f**k it and, join her. When I touch Bria, she gets goosebumps and, I smile knowing I am giving her those.

My heart is going to beat out of my chest, she smells f*****g amazing. I don't know what she has on but, I love it. The song changes again and, she starts grinding her ass into me. Oh f**k! My d**k instantly goes completely f*****g hard. So, I ask her if she wants to go chat somewhere in a quiet room, she stiffens. I hear Candy yell “hell yeah she does”, making her blush. we both laugh, and I take her hand leading her down the hall with me.

When we get to my friend Shadow's room. It's a little quieter but, not a lot because, we can still hear the music. Just not as loud as the Livingroom. I shut the door and, watch Bria as she takes in the room. She seems nervous. I watch her for a few minutes. I realize she looks young, so I ask her “how old are you Bria?”

When she replies with sixteen, I’m hesitant to even keep this conversation. She is only 3 years younger than me. That still has me on edge a little. I know that it can be a sticky issue if the parents are not a fan of me. So,

I tell Bria, “ in case you what to know I’m 19.”. She is quiet like she might have a lot on her mind. So, I ask her, “what’s on that pretty mind of yours?”