Ok, Heres a story I am starting. If it bombs ill just scrap it as is, starter chapter.
I own Nothing But the strange new chars in this fic
Oh yes, there will be sex.
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Vacation Woes And Paper Hearts
Greg Sanders sat in his living room, bored out of his mind. This was only day one of his vacation, and he was already ripping his hair out practically from boredom. And to make things worse, his air conditioner was on the fritz, so he basically was sitting in his living room, on his nice black couch, in nothing but his boxers. He had about 3 small fans pointed on him, but they just seemed to be circulating hot air. He had called a repairman, but that was three and a half hours ago! Suddenly his doorbell rang. About damn time! Greg thought unto himself.
"It's about-," Greg started angrily as he flung open his door, stopping when he realized it wasn't the repairman standing at his door.
In front of him stood a rather shocked woman in her twenties. She was of a reasonable height, around five foot four inches. The shocked look just made her more attractive. Her hair was short, and dyed and bleached. The front had been bleached white and then re-dyed red, white the rest of her hair black. It was hard to tell if it was straight or what, with all the hair glue in it, but it was hot in his opinion. Her plump red lips where in an "O" of shock, her big blue eyes swathed in black eyeshadow and eyeliner, starred at him. All he could do was stare back, taking in her attire. She wore jean capri Tripp pants with many pockets and purple plaid ropes twisting about her legs, a pink leopard print thong peeking from her pants, and a tight My Chemical Romance halter adorned her ample top, with mis matched black and red vans on her feet. She had many black bracelets on, some with crosses on, and many earrings, 4 on left 3 on right. Her lip was pierced once, in the middle.
"Was I interrupting something," she stuttered out, pointing to Greg's boxers. Ashamed, he mumbled apologies and invited her in saying that no, she wasn't.
"Well, I will get right to it, have you seen a big female Rottwieler? She got off the leash when I was walking her," she asked, holding up a leash with the attaching clip snapped off. Greg was astounded that she still had the leash, seeing as the dog had to be strong to snap metal.
"Nope, sorry. Haven't been out much,"Greg responded somewhat nervously. He hadn't had a girlfriend in a long time and missed female company. He was really shy around the opposite sex and now was no different. He watched as she dug in her many pockets finally finding a pen and a scrap of Post It and scribbled something on it.
"This is my name, Angel Rose, and my number. Call me if you see her. Her name is BJ and shes a sweetheart, shes got a studded black leather collar on with silver tags," She told him, escorting herself out with a wave and a wink.
"Nice boxers," she said, closing the door, leaving a perplexed Greg standing behind, momentarily forgetting the heat.
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Angel was sitting on her bed sobbing, missing her best friend, BJ. Her and the dog had never been apart more than a day, and it had already been two days. She was getting up to go look more when her phone rang.
"Hello," she said, sniffling as she answered.
"Hey, Angel, it's me, the guy in the boxers? I never gave you my name. I'm Greg Sanders and I found your dog. You can come get her, but no rush, shes chilling on my sofa eating some steak i fixed for my dinner," he said, laughing at the last part as the dog happily ate his food on his couch.
"I'll be right over," she practically screamed, hanging up and dashing out the door within minutes, locking it fiercely behind her.
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Greg stood in his living room, nervous. He tried yet again to tame his hair, to no avail. His t-shirt was clean, black, and his shorts baggy and black jeans. His sneakers were old but all he could find except work shoes. Plopping down on the couch he reached out and rubbed the rottweilers belly. Her master was right, the dog was as gentle as she could be. Soon she had climbed into Gregs lap and was conked out, snoring rather loudly. Greg was contemplating how beautiful Angel was, a smile gracing his face. He was falling for a girl he barely knew. Suddenly there was a banging at his door and BJ was up and barking loudly, Stiffly, Greg got up and opened the door, only to be trampled by Angel.
"BJ there you are," was all she said as she wrapped her arms around the whining, happy rottwielers neck. Both seemed rather happy to see one another and Greg just stood there smiling. Suddenly, she popped up and hugged Greg around the neck, kisses his cheek, smiling when she pulled back and looked in his eyes her shock for her actions clear in her eyes. He just smiled looking at her, dressed in her mismatched shoes, her baggy wife beater and black capri jeans hanging off her hips, held by a belt that was black leather and studded with silver pyramids.
"I shouldn't have-," she started, but was shut off by Greg's hungry lips on her's. She only thought for a moment she shouldn't, but then her slender arms slid around his neck as she hungrily returned the kiss. Soon they had stumbled down the hall, he in just his pants and boxers, her already with her shirt of, her head tossed back as she ground against his body, her eyes shut tight. Reaching out, Greg fumbled with the door, twisting the knob and throwing it open. They broke apart, quickly removing their clothes. Soon she laid back on the bed, smiling at him as he slid on top of her, kissing her neck. He snaked his left hand down to her soft folds, rubbing two fingers over her slit as she moaned, tossing her head back. Slowly, he starts slipping the fingers inside her, curling them as he slowly brings them out, fingering her agonizingly slow, his thumb rubbing circles on her clit. Soon, she is withering underneath him, her body on fire. As Greg looks into Angel's eyes, he forgets everything but her. Slowly, he slides between her legs, taking his hand and guiding himself gently into her. As he starts to thrust into her, he kisses her, rubbing her side gently. Angel wraps her legs around his waist,trying to bury him further in her as she rolls her hips in perfect time with him, her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately, her tounge and lip ring sending shivers through his body. They continue the fevered but gentle love making for an hour, touching each other, explore one another gently until they both cry out to one another, their release sending them over the stars together. The soon both fall asleep, tangled in one another's arms. The last thought on his mind was Did we use protection? He was, however , too tired to check.
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