My Fantasy
My FantasyStanding on the curb outside the High School, she looks like the fulfillment of a horny sixteen year-old boy's messiest wet dream.Her hair, a light strawberry blonde, courses to her shoulders in wide ringlets. They spring slightly as she turns to look at me. A look that is demure and inviting at the same time.Her eyes glitter green in the sun, twinkling with mischief. A smile appears as if by magic across her lips, shining, pink with moisture and no trace of lipstick.The man's dress...