Dirty Girl

Dirty Girl
By: DamonX (xxdamon@hotmail.com)

Dirty Girl By DamonX

“Do you have a club card?”

Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance.

“Huh? Oh,umm yeah.”

I fumbled around in my wallet trying to find the card as she smiled at
me. I could tell she was amused. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed
beyond belief. How long had I been staring at her?

“Here you go,” I said passing the card to her.

She smiled as she took it from my hand. I started to wonder how old she
was. I guessed about eighteen. She had that youthful appearance, but
was still well developed. Her skin was flawless, with not a blemish in
site. She was wearing makeup, but not enough to seem trashy. Her hair
was a light blonde, which is what probably attracted me to her in the
first place. That, and her mouth. Guys usually don’t pay much
attention to a girl’s mouth, but I think that it can be far more sexy
that a pair of tits or a nice ass.

And this girl’s mouth was to die for.

Her perfect pouty little lips made me hard just looking at them. I also
noticed that she had braces, giving her that innocent school girl look.
Her breasts were maybe less than average, but that didn’t bother me.
Her body looked firm and she had an ass that was outlined perfectly by
her tight black pants. How could a girl in a grocery store uniform
look this good?!

I was reading her name tag when she looked back at me. “Bria,” it read.


“Anything else?”

Just then I noticed that it must have looked like I was staring at her
chest and I quickly looked up.

“Nice name.”

“Thanks,” she said with a grin. “Can I get you anything else?”

“How about your phone number?”

I couldn’t believe what I had just said. I braced myself for the
shutdown.

“How about I just come over after work.”

I was shocked.

“Uh, okay. Great,” I stammered.

I then scribbled my name and address down on a piece of paper and handed
it to her.

“Damon,” she read. “Nice name.”

“Thanks,” I said taking my groceries and heading out to my car.

A million thoughts went through my head on the way home. Did she want to
fuck or did she just just want to hang out. Either way was okay with
me, although the thought of those lips wrapped around my dick sent
shivers up my spine. As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower. It
didn’t take long for me to begin stroking myself and soon I was
spraying the shower walls with more that just water. I then got out,
cleaned up the place a little and waited patiently.

I was starting to think that she wasn’t going to show up, when I heard a
knock at the door at around 11:00 pm. I opened it to find my dream
girl standing there.

“Hi,” she said, walking inside. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower?”

“Sure,” I replied, staring at her ass as she walked by.

When she came out of the bathroom she had changed from her uniform into
a short black skirt and a little white top. A pair of knee high white
sox adorned her feet.

She sat down on the couch next to me and let out a sigh of relaxation.
We immediately started in on a little small talk after I gave her a
drink. I learned that she was in fact eighteen, and that she had just
had her birthday a couple days ago. She also informed me that she had a
boyfriend, and that he had blown her off to go out with his friends on
her birthday.

“I think he might be cheating on me too,” she said.

“Really?” I asked. “He would have to be the stupidest guy the world!”

Bria smiled and leaned back.

“And why is that?” she asked.

“Because you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen!”

I knew it was a little forward but I figured I might as well go for it.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” she said.

At that moment I though I knew that there was no way I was going to get
any from this girl. When a girl calls you sweet, it usually means she
likes you as a friend and had no interest in you sexually. I was just
beginning to think that I was going to spend the night jerking off when
she leaned in and kissed me.