Practice makes perfect
That's what I've always heard, but after years of practice I don't think my skills have improved. Yet, here I am, trying again. I've never really hung out with the good gals, they have no excitement in life. Instead, I choose to swing with the bad boys. Here I am, picking car locks in the junk yard, with my trainer, Brock.
Brock and his gang; always stirring up trouble. I was against hanging out with them a few years back, but I'm so glad that I've changed. I would never have these amazing memories without him, without all of them.
I notice that they begin looking in my direction. I arch my back inwards as I push the lock inbetween the door and window. I slightly stick my ass outwards and my chest up. I'm standing in the perfect pin up pose. I whip my hair to the right side of my head, and look over to the boys.
"Like that?" I ask, hinting to the lock.
"Close," Brock said, "let me help."
As he walked over to me, I noticed a light blush on his cheeks. He came up behind me, put his chest against my back, arms around mine, and rested his head inbetween my shoulder and face. He began moving the lock around, but I was preoccupied. I scooted my rear into his crotch. I felt a large bulge. At first he didn't seem to react, but as I continued to move around, and as his bulge grew, he moved to my side and finished the lock.
"Like that!" He said, as if he had been holding his breath the entire time, he then flung the door open. "See, you have to get it just right or else it won't work."
"I see" I replied, upset that he didn't respond to my 'dance'.
Ash came over from the small group of boys, "Hey, Brock" he said, "I've got to head home, my gals waiting on my, if you know what I mean." He winked, and left in his canary yellow Corvette.
Within minutes all of the other boys were gone too. Only Brock and I were left. I didn't hesitate for a second, I nudged him and asked, "You wanna ride with me?" I began strutting over to my bright red firebird. "Come on, I know you want to!" I teased looking over my shoulder.
He shrugged his shoulders and began walking up behind me.
Once we got into the car, I started the engine and sped off, leaving a large dust cloud behind us, and spitting the gravel from the junkyard everywhere.
It was a long, quiet ride back home, when I thought of a great idea. I drove back to my place. When we arrived Brock looked at me questioning my actions. I killed the engine and quickly got out of the car, pulling down the top of my shirt. I rushed over to the other side and began to pull Brock out of the vehicle. He resisted and pulled the other way.
I pouted and bent down letting my chest puff outwards. "What's wrong?"
He looked away shyly, "I can't stay. I... I uh-I have to be back home."
"Why?"
"I have some training to do, you do remember that there is a tournament next Friday, right?"
" Couldn't you skip just one day of training, maybe some other kind of training?" I said as I squatted, rubbing my hands into my upper thighs. He didn't even seem to notice, he turned his head away again and stood.
"I have to go. Now." He began speed walking away towards his house.
"Bye then" I muttered under my breath. Seeing him dissapear into the darkness of night.
I walked indoors and went upstairs to my room, I slammed up against the wall and fell to the ground. "Damn it!" I began to cry. "What's wrong with me? Why doesn't he love me?" I fell asleep, head resting on my knees.
A/N::
Hey guys, this is my first story and whatnot, so any and every comment will be adored!
More is on the way soon! :)