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Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 4, 2008 17:58:29 GMT -5
Ollie began to get a bit red in the face as she turned to look at him. It was like he had just been caught by his mother doing something wrong and he really didn't know what to say. Yeah his mind was in the gutter hers had to be too. After all she was in control of the situation and guiding his mind in certain directions. "Sorry…" he said as he stepped forward as he looked down at the table. Now which one was he again? The striped right that had to be it seeing as there was more of them on the table. If no well then that would just be another mistake in a long chain of mistakes.
Stepping forward he bent over the table and tried to remember what the hell she was talking about. All he got was that he needed to hold his stick differently, but not what the difference was. This is what he got for paying attention as he Just aimed the white ball at a bunch of the other colored balls praying that something good would happen. Okay so it wasn't spectacular like all her shots were but it was better than nothing. As the purple striped went flying across the table only to bounce around the front of the corner pocket never actually going in. "Okay I give up." Ollie declared as he stood up and looked over at her.
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Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 4, 2008 20:02:12 GMT -5
Crissy grinned as she watched him blush. It was actually funnier than catching someone looking at her ass. She couldn't help but laugh. Her mind was in the gutter as well. How else would she have known his was in the gutter? She rubbed her lips together and held in another laugh. She shrugged lightly, "I was joking, Ollie. Lightin up, yeah?" She smiled sweetly and watched him look at the table. He really didn't pay much attention... She bit her bottom lip and smiled.
As he took a shot, she blinked a couple of times and shook her head. She ran her hand threw her hair before walking to his side and jumping up onto the pool table. She sat her stick behind her and leaned back, smiling. "Thats like saying rehab is for quitters." She pointed out jokingly. Her legs swung freely as she looked at him, "If you don't want to play pool anymore, then you pick our next activity, yeah?" He knew what she liked to do for fun, so now it was his turn to let her know what he liked to do for fun.
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Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 4, 2008 20:23:19 GMT -5
"Well I wouldn't really know about rehab so I can't comment on that one." God why was he so tense. He was just trying so hard to impress her that he looked like an idiot apologizing for things when he should be flirting back. Dammit he needed to get back to his normal self or she would probably never talk to him again because he looked like an idiot all the time.
"I am trying to lighten up but you are distracting me…" If only she wouldn't have shown him that damn bunny costume everything would have been fine. Walking over he put back his pool stick as he was glad to be rid of this stupid game. "Well my activity involves me watching you play pool. You get to do something fun and I get to watch with an innocent smirk on my face.: He smiled as he walked back over to her looking down as he leaned against the pool table right next to where she was sitting.
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Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 4, 2008 21:05:36 GMT -5
Crissy shook her head and laughed. She was pretty sure that Ollie didn't understand what she had just said. She moved a bunch of the balls and scooted her stick over to the side so she could lay down on the green felt. She raised her eyebrows as she looked up at the ceiling. "I didn't know I was beinging so distracting? Wearing baggy jeans and dressing like a boy usually puts guys off." She stated while laughing slightly. She couldn't deny that she was trying to get his attention, but he was a total pretty boy. He was the one that you saw with a very sexy cheerleader by his side. She was a tom boy. The only girly thing she ever did was dance. And that was because she wore sexy little outfits and moved seductively.
She continued to look up at the ceiling with a small smirk on her face. If she didn't know any better, she'd have thought he only wanted to check her out. She laughed casually, placing her hands underneath her head and raising one of her feet up onto the edge of the table. "You are one silly guy, Ollie, you know that?" She enquired, amused.
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Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 4, 2008 21:43:44 GMT -5
Ollie walked over as he grabbed her stick and put it away. Walking around he started to put all of the multi colored balls into different pockets so she would have more room. "Yeah well the problem is I keep thinking about you in the bunny costume and not what you are currently wearing… which makes me wonder why you dress like a guy in the first place." There was only one logical answer to that and he hoped that it wouldn't be true because then that would just ruin his day. She was lesbian a crazy butch skateboarding pool playing lesbian.
After he was done he drank the last of his beer and went over to the trash can as he threw it away. So it wasn't his house but he still felt the need to keep it clean even if he was a guest here. "Thanks I guess…" Was silly really a good thing? He had never been called silly before a bunch of different adjectives yes… but silly no…
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Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 4, 2008 22:07:36 GMT -5
Crissy bit her lip softly, making her look rather sexy. He had a good point... She could dress girly when she wanted to. She was just always with the guys and in order to fit in a bit more. She did everything with them which included shopping with them. She did however have a few clothes that her mom had bought her this summer.... Her mother was a girly girl to the bone... She sat up and pushed herself off of the table. "It's a long story... I was basically raised by my brother and his friends..."
She shrugged lightly and watched him finish off his beer. She still had a bit left, so she downed it quickly and threw it toward the trashcan, making it easily. She shook her head casually and laughed. "That's nothing bad, really." She headed for the stairs and grinned over her shoulder. If he didn't like the way she dressed, then she would change. Without saying a word she hopped up the stairs and headed for her room. She had a cute pair of white straight leg slacks and a very cute light blue, low cut silk blouse that her mother had gotten her. That would definitely change his mind about her, for sure, right?
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Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 4, 2008 22:25:39 GMT -5
Ollie watched her as he leaned over the pool table looking down at her face as she started to talk. So she was raised by her brother and his friends he really didn't see what the big deal was and to him that seemed like more of a reason to dress like a girl. Though he wasn't going to state his opinions on the matter as it wasn't his place to do so.
"Nice shot…" He commented as he saw the empty bottle fly into the trash can. Now if he would have attempted that same maneuver he would have missed Crissy was more of a man than he was and her baggy clothes reflected that. Watching he saw her going towards the stairs again but he wasn't sure if he was supposed to follow. So instead he just tool out one of the balls and began to toss it around watching it bounce of the rails of the table in an attempt to amuse himself. She was probably just going to the bathroom or something, then again wasn't there a bathroom down here? He couldn't remember anymore and as the ball few into one of the pockets he took out another one and began to toss it around in the same fashion.
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Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 4, 2008 22:56:59 GMT -5
Crissy shook her head lightly as she glided into her room. She walked to the back of her closet where all of her girly clothes were hanging up. She was rather surprised that they were still straight and not all wrinkly. Cris threw off her shirt and pulled on the silky low cut blue blouse. She kicked off her baggy jeans and pulled on the white slacks. If she wasn't so used to wearing heels, she would have flinched at the sight of her light blue, round toe pumps.
She ran her fingers threw her hair, and fluffed a bit of it at the bottom. Her lightly curled blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She grabbed some lip gloss from the drawer from her bed, and applied it lightly to her lips. Her hips swayed as she walked back toward her door. She glanced over at her clock and grinned. Only took four minutes, damn she's getting good.
Crissy glided down the stairs, her eyes set on Ollie. She knew how most guys thought of her, and she wanted to prove to Ollie that she wasn't what he probably thought she was. She licked her lips very slowly as her hips swayed to and fro as she walked up to him. She had many sides to her... this was more than likely her dancing side, so she wasn't being someone she wasn't.
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Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 4, 2008 23:15:11 GMT -5
Ollie continued to toss the various balls around until he saw something move out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up to see Crissy coming towards him dressed like a… what? She was dressed like a girl and in that brief moment, that he took his eyes away from the pool table, a ball came smashing into his hand that made him yell out in pain…
"Oh god damn… oh shit…" He shook his hand around feeling like and idiot as he knew he probably should have place his hand their. "Fuck me… Ow… damn…" Nice very smooth way to make a good impression. What a moron.. after regaining his composure he looked at her with a shocked expression his face.
"Wow I didn't know that you could ever look like this… Wow… now why don't you dress like this more often?" It was a good look for her and he couldn't deny it. Except for the white pants he liked the entire outfit. Girls in his opinion never looked good in white pants. Plus they weren’t practical as you spill one thing on them and you ruined the pants for life.
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Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 4, 2008 23:51:06 GMT -5
Crissy raised her eyebrows as she watched the ball come crashing down onto Ollie's hand. She hurried down the stairs, trying hard to not laugh at his comments. Fuck me.... She shook her head softly as she walked around the table and up to his side. She grabbed his hand gently within hers and smiled up at him. "We should probably run that under cool water before it starts swelling..."
She shrugged lightly and rolled her bright blue eyes. "I may look like one of the guy, but I am a girl. And I can show it when I want." She stated casually. She had much more girly clothes at the back of her closet than she would have wanted to say. She headed toward the kitchen, "So do you like it?" She asked curiously.
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Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 5, 2008 0:04:47 GMT -5
Okay so his hand wasn't that bad and her touching it made him feel a hell of a lot better but you try having a pool ball smash into your hand and not say anything. He was trying his best to act touch but it was unexpected and hurt. Ollie wanted to say that it wouldn't swell..that it wasn't that bad… that he was fine but none of those words came to his lips because in reality he liked the attention and the touch.
So he walked towards the kitchen allowing himself to be lead as he started to speak. "Then why don't you show it more often? I mean you shouldn't cover up what you have… and there is no need to shake your hips from side to side… it just looks like you are trying to hard. Stop wearing the guy clothes and act normal that is the secret combination to getting any guy you want." He turned on the faucet and stuck his hand underneath it feeling to cool water flow over it for a few seconds as he welcomed the relief.
"I like it but I don't like the white pants."
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Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 5, 2008 0:16:10 GMT -5
"For one, it is really hard to skate in heels. For two, I don't have much. For three, a females hips shake naturally, thanks. And they shake even more when they wear heels." Crissy spoke softly, but it was forward. She laughed at the last statement he made. Act normal? She wasn't all to sure on how to act actually. She had her dancing side, then she had her skating side. It was rather difficult to tie the two together.
Crissy leaned against the counter with her arms folded under her chest. She licked her lips softly as he turned on the faucet and stuck his hand under the running water. Swimming would be fun right about now. She thought to herself. She shrugged it off before taking in his comment. "Why don't you like the white pants? I'm not all to fond of them either, but I think they are nice... Rather comfortable as well, luckily." She pulled her hair over to one shoulder and walked over to him. "Is your hand feeling any better? I'm sure that hurt like a bitch, especially with all of the choice words coming out of your mouth." She grinned cutely.
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Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 5, 2008 0:25:15 GMT -5
"Okay then don't wear heels… wear some cute Converse when you skate and still dress in the girl clothes… problem solved." Plus I like you better in girl clothes… you hotter. Though he wouldn't say that last statement out loud and it was a good thing that she didn't have the ability to read minds. Though she probably wouldn't mind to know the thoughts that went though his head because none of them were bad. Except for the white pants comment but she already knew about that. "Well then if they shake naturally I never noticed it in those awful baggy pants." He couldn't help it and if he was going to take her shopping he would convert her to girl clothes. If it was the last thing he did.
"Yeah they are nice…" he said as he cupped his hands together and let them fill up with water. Turing he splashed the water all over her pants right in the area that would make it see through so he could see her panties. "Especially when wet…" He smirked and turned off the faucet as he went to dry his hands on a nearby towel.
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Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 5, 2008 0:43:17 GMT -5
Crissy giggled cutely. "If I had any 'cute' converse, then I would wear them. But all I have are my old original black ones. Girl clothes rip so easily though. If I didn't have such good balance, I wouldn't even bother buying girl clothes for when I have performances." She twirled her hair absent-mindedly as she looked at him. She figured she could just take him back to her room and have him go threw her closet if he wanted to. The only thing she wouldn't let him throw away are her favorite pair of jeans that were once her brothers. "They are awfully baggy, but they are confortable. Easy to manouver in." She winked playfully.
She nodded her head as he said that her pants were nice. Her mouth fell as she watched everything unfold right infront of her. Needless to say, it seemed to go in slow motion. Atleast she did. Her hands shot out infront of her as though she were going to try and stop the water. Rather, she just made herself look like a fool. He exhaled heavily as he said especially when wet... that's when she realized that she was wearing a light blue lacy thong, and that white, when wet, was see through.
She glanced around trying to figure out what to do. It was hopeless, that was for sure. "Fine." She stated as she kicked off of her heels and headed for the fridge. She grabbed for the whipped cream in the door and threw the cap off briskly. She turned and sprayed directly at him. "Payback is a bitch, hun." She giggled cutely.
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Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 5, 2008 1:14:41 GMT -5
Oliver's eyes widened as he watched her pull the can of whipped cream from the fridge and he then started to back up as she shook it. "Oh no… no no no… keep away form me." He warned as he started to back up and out of the kitchen not really knowing where he was going but he figured it would be best to keep the pool table between the two of them.
"Wait now…. That was just a little bit of water showing off a very nice light blue thong…" Okay so maybe that wasn't the best moment to comment on her attire but as he rounded the pool table feeling the felt as he walked all the way around he knew he would be safe. She wouldn't wreck the nice pool table with whipped cream as he smiled at her knowing he was safe… for now.
"Damn and only if you would have worn a white shirt I could have seen more."
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