STUDENT'S PET

HER BEAUTY

She looks Regal. I stare at her, Taking her in.Light skinned, big eyes that are brown, full lips. She's wearing a crochet bodysuit, her thighs thick with long legs. Her robe lays on the floor- Probably dropped before she entered the ocean

She stops laughing as she catch me staring at her

"You're gorgeous" I blurt out then gulp in embarrassment. Silence coats the night

"I can't say the same about you" She replies, holding my stare. My core brightens up. She is pretty. Damn good brain and sarcastic. I need to humor her more

"Suicide by water isn't a good idea"

I reiterate her earlier words, "Such big talk for someone who can't even swim"

I tease, the mood getting lightened

Her features relax, understanding the heaviness of the night is over. She Rises to her feet, walking away from me. She have a damn good back.. Slightly wide shoulders, with waist I can wrap around on. Her ass and hip perfectly assentuating her shape...

Sand hits me out of no where- breaking me out of my lewd analysis- Damn it! She just threw sand at me?!

"Mock me one more time & I will take it upon myself to drown you" she says walking away

It might not show, but I am throwing my head back in laughter... Sand fight?!

I jolt up, taking up my stuffs & her robe. I don't want tonight to end,I need to know her.

Juggling just between school & home, my days are bored. I need drama. Even dating or random s*x doesn't do it for me.

A knowing stirred in me. She comes with Baggages and fun. I need the drama- Her drama with fun. All of her. The brain, body, childishness, pains, desire, ambition, anger.

I want to be her Ecstasy. If I let her be, Our night will end.

"Common the situation is comical"I bump her shoulder

"What if I can't swim? Does that mean you'll die for me?" I tease her again, she kept on walking off as I try catch up to her then she bent down

"It means I'll die with you" she corrects

I take a stop to stare at her, fully taking her in, She's average maybe 5"7, petite figure but perfect on her average curve. I watch her ass sway as the crochet swimwear accentuate her curve

I want to wrap around her. All I want to do to her surprises me. I have only wanted a woman either for my image, s*x or boredom.

But she, I feel a tug towards her. A pull kicking me in for her.

She seem to be heading elsewhere- I pick up sand & toss it at her without any thought

She turns back, does same.

She threw a Sand right darn back at me. She's young. Twenty-one or Twenty-two maybe but, Sand fight with teenagers is rare, having it at 9pm with a youth, a stranger?!

Would have bought lotto tickets to ride on this luck, but I don't need it.

JUST..LIKE... THAT- we are engaged in Sand fight, our laughter filling the night

We toss out our weariness into the night, letting our inner child come to play. Panting, sand-filled and sweaty, we let go.

She bends to pick up her sand- before she could raise her head up to toss it- I tackle her to the ground & we roll down.

Under her & she Atop me, Her breast pressed to my chest, I hear her heartbeat, it's racing marathon towards my core. My hand very close to her ass I just need to move it- But I don't-

I watch her take me in, feel my heavy chest rise against her soft chest. She raises her lash to mine, Our lips very close. My heart tightens- like an ache

Then, it happens, Her eyes spring up to me as my erection presses into her cunt over her thin clothing. I am not a horny teenager, I tried hard to avoid this but.

I don't break the stare & she remains still on me. The cool breeze of the ocean does nothing to stop me from heating up. My heartbeat increases, matching her labored breathe. She squirms & the sound-.-HMMMMM. I want to bottle it and drink from it on days I feel sad- Which I will ensure is everyday

I cup her face, She shudders before leaning into me, as my thumb graze her lower lip.

From her laboured breath, to her puckered n*****s grazing my chest and the little move of her body pressing into me, probing me to make a move.... She is as turned on as I am, Dare I say, as fascinated also but I doubt.

"You look like someone with arsenal of men worshipping you. Like someone with a king bowing to you"

She trail her finger over the outline of my beards, watching me squish. I close my eyes to regain clarity.

"Will you worship me or you're above them?" I'll need open heart surgery when my heart pours out, which will be soon if it beats on like this.

Her voice. Her damn voice.

I will worship her, if she's attentive to my body, my galloping heartbeat is my testament outside my erection pressed to her.

About to ask if I could take her to the Restaurant, as if coming out of a daze, She lifts herself up, dust her ass- making it give a slapping sound that went straight to my ear & c**k. She asks

"Are you fine? I mean mentally" Her eyes locked on mine, deep in worries again, like she wishes to unravel my thoughts

or....SAVE ME AT LEAST

" I don't know what happened, I can't force you to keep on living when no one asked for your opinion before birthing you" She says the BIRTHING YOU with a sigh, light, but there.

I stand up to face her, giving her her robe

"But I hope you find a reason to keep on living, you can see a shrink"

She concludes in soft voice, concern lacing her face. I am about to reply but my heart thumps faster against my chest, I really developed a crush on someone I met.... Less than 60 minutes ago? I keep on staring, wondering how much I want her

AND... time stops right there, My stomach knots. She's staring at me too, eyes taking me in. She stares lower- And she flush

Well, It really does Take 2 to Tango​​.