Mako's Message: So, you know how it is, I was just going about my life, working on some projects, and then all of a sudden, "I haven't updated Precocious Crush in HOW long?" My bad. I'll try to get back to that much coveted, rarely attained, twice weekly update schedule.
Mindy's thought here was my own after reading through the chapters covering last spring and summer.
Bonus qualifiers and previews after the chapter.
Today was productive.
Angela and I finally went on that summer shopping trip she'd been wanting for the last few weeks. Got myself a whole new wardrobe. I kinda needed it anyway. I didn't realize it but I was showing a bit of ankle. I must have grown at least an inch since I last bought pants. My boobs grew too. Didn't take the time to actually size me this time though. Angela just looked at me when when we were trying shirts and told me I needed a new bra, so I just picked out a few new ones in the next size up. I think I'm between cups though, these new ones feel a little...I don't know. Not loose..roomy? I dunno. Maybe I just got used to cups that were too small so now these are just...whatever.
Ya know, it just struck me how weird it is to be talking about how my boobs were too big for my old bras when a year ago I didn't even HAVE any.
Anyway. I picked out a bunch of different tops; tube, halter, tank, ya know, whatever didn't cover my stomach or shoulders. I even picked up a bustier, which I'm kind of amazed they had in my size(I don't think I'll be wearing that one except in special circumstances though). I also bought the shortest shorts I could find. Angela suggested a couple miniskirts, but I passed on them. I'm trying to show off my legs not flash my snatch. Didn't do anything special for shoes. Just stuck with my usual sneakers.
When I was standing in front of a mirror in the changing rooms with Angela, trying to decide if I liked this new look, I asked her, "How do I look?"
She smirked at me and said, "Like jail bait."
And I just grinned and said, "Perfect"
But then I started thinking, "I'm just trying to get Dave to notice me. Not every pervert in a twenty yard radius." So I went and found some of those light, billowy shirts Angela likes. I got them two or three sizes too big though, so they cover me up from the back and sides. A couple of my shorts are so short the shirts come down lower than them.
I think they really work well together. If nothing I else it makes me look older. I feel older too. For the first time in my life I can look at myself and think, "How could Dave resist me?"
He probably will though. Even if just on principal. But there's no way he'll be able to see me as "just a child" anymore. I bet I'll be catching him "not looking" a lot. I can't wait for a chance to say, "It's okay for you to look at me, I want you to."
And then he'll probably try to stutter out some stupid excuse or explanation that he wasn't looking at me. And while he's off balance I can back him against a wall or into a chair, and then I can press up against him or straddle his lap and-
Well, okay, let's not get ahead of our selves. Dave's a good guy and I seriously doubt he'd cheat on Riley so even if that did happen it probably wouldn't go much further. If nothing else, kissing him would probably snap him out of his shock and... ugh yeah. If it was the lap scenario I can totally see myself getting dumped on the floor.
But I can still flirt with him. Or tease him. Or just, ya know, do what Alice said and make it clear what I want from him but not push for anything. Gotta push the envelope without crossing a line again. All I can really do is tempt him. Trying to make a move on him will just make him put up more walls.
Oh, I also bought a new swimsuit. A bikini this time. I'm not sure I'm comfortable showing that much skin though, so I might return it and get another one piece. Like I said before, I don't want every guy perving on me, just Dave. Who can see me in as few and as skimpy clothes as he likes.
Not that he'll be asking any time soon.
But that doesn't mean I can't send him a few pictures.
...
Well, maybe not yet. I'd kinda like to see his reaction in person.
...
Marcus is going to have an aneurysm isn't he?
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Also, just for fun, the most controversial chapter of this bunch was Ch174, receiving, serendipitously, 74, extremely varied, reviews.
Ch180, unsurprisingly, was the most reviewed, with 84, shocked and heartbroken, reviews.
Previews: This is were I usually like to give you little hints as to what are coming in the future of PC. However, it's getting rather hard to do that at this point without spoiling anything. So, as a little change of pace, I've decided to give you a glimpse at some of those projects I mentioned at the top. All of these lines are copy/pasted directly from their respective files. In other words, they actually exist(though they may be rewritten). Just a matter of time until I finish them.
Enjoy.
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"I don't think I've ever seen Mindy this angry. She's not swearing or hitting things. She's gone beyond all that. She's just standing there, staring out the window, silently seething, with the rage just boiling in her eyes, and tears streaming down her face."
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"Dave looked down at her; face flushed, small beads of sweat dotting her forehead and slipping down her temples and cheeks, lips parted, and her chest heaving. Their eyes met for a moment, and hers held determination, challenge, a question, and... something else."
-o-
"She sat up and stretched, entwining her arms over her head and arching her back. The sun shown through the thin shirt she wore, silhouetting her body against the flimsy material and making her hair glow. She rose from the bed and walked across the room to the window, pushing the blinds open further and looking out at the day, wondering what it held in store for her."
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"As he turned and started toward his room, he noticed the newspaper on the kitchen table. There was a blurry picture of Hit Girl, with Kick-Ass. His mind went back to that night.
He hadn't seen her since. Of course, he hadn't seen her before that night either. It felt like a lifetime ago, but he could still remembered exactly how her lips felt pressed against his. Softer than he ever would have imagined and leaving the taste of cherry in his mouth.
She'd even smelled amazing. Like leather and metal and sweat and the night. It was what he'd expected her to smell like, but there had been another smell he hadn't been able to place. Something that blended the other smells together and softened them, almost making them feminine."
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"When they pull up in front of his house and he gets off, she misses the feel of his arms around her. She'd swerved extra hard on the turns to make sure he was holding onto her nice and tight.
She tells him she has to leave, and tells him she wants him to stay, that city needs him, but she wants him to ask to come with her. But he doesn't. He says the city needs her, that she's the real hero. She tells him that the only thing he needs to be a real hero is to be brave. She decides that it's now or never and leans in to kiss him. And slip the codes to the safe house into his pocket.
When she leaves the city, she doesn't look back. She doesn't look back because she knows that if she does, she wont be able to leave."
