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:love: У Пейдж уже есть парень Он ещё приехал из Австралии и живёт у своего друга

 

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:love: У Пейдж уже есть парень Он ещё приехал из Австралии и живёт у своего друга

 

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Это друг ,а не бойфренд и зачем это Пейдж кто-нибудь?
Она и без любимого парня или любимой девушки не страдает.

 

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Может быть и страдает...


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>Это друг ,а не бойфренд и зачем это Пейдж кто-нибудь?
>Она и без любимого парня или любимой девушки не страдает.


ИЛИ..Любимой девушки?эТО КАК ЭТО?


 

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~*Chance*~
JT Langdon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Paige finds romance at P3
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took them out for a spin and made them do naughty things.

I was sitting alone at a table in P3 when she came in, a real-life Venus in a lemon colored blouse and a long denim skirt. She had wide hips and a luscious figure that had me fidgeting in my seat immediately. Her long, straight blonde hair and shy smile had me asking myself . . . was she . . . would she . . . did she . . . could we?

Something told me the answers were yes, as if a voice had just whispered the truth in my ear. I watched her look around and my heart sank at the thought that she might be there to meet someone. She found a place at the bar and ordered a drink. White wine. Of course. What else would such an exquisite creature drink but white wine?

I watched her from my table. No one approached her. She didn't check her watch every two minutes or look around anxiously or any of the other things a woman expecting someone might do. That gave me hope.

I went over to the bar and sat down next to her. She looked up at me. I smiled. She smiled back. Oh yes. She was . . . she would . . . she did . . . we could.

"Hi," I said.

She looked away, shyly. "Hi."

"Are you here alone?"

"Um, yes," she said. "Are you?"

"Sort of," I said. She looked puzzled. I laughed then said, "My sister owns this place."

"Oh," she said. She sounded relieved.

"What's your name?"

"Tara," she said.

I smiled. "That's a pretty name."

Tara blushed.

"But then you're a pretty girl."

She blushed again.

"I'm Paige, by the way," I said.

"It's nice to meet you."

"Same here," I said.

We looked at each other for a minute without saying anything. She was absolutely beautiful. Now that I was closer I could see that she had the most gorgeous blue eyes. She seemed nervous. Was that because of me? I hoped not.

"This is a nice club," Tara said.

I nodded. "Yeah. I like hanging out here. My sister gives me free nachos." That got a laugh. "Ever been here?"

She shook her head. "I haven't been to San Francisco for a long time."

"Where are you from?"

"Sunnydale," Tara said.

I smiled. "Sounds like a nice, quiet place to live."

Tara laughed at that. "You'd be surprised."

I couldn't stop looking at her. She was so lovely. Was she wondering about me? Was she asking herself why I sat down next to her?

"So, what are you doing in San Francisco?"

Tara fiddled with the stem of her wine glass. "I . . . I just needed to get away."

I recognized the hurt in her voice. There was no mistaking the sound of a broken heart. I put my hand over hers and said, "I understand, believe me."

Tara looked up. There was a deep sadness in her eyes. But something else, too. "Thanks."

"Do you plan on being in town long?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead," Tara said. "Right now I'm taking life one step at a time."

I still hadn't moved my hand. And she didn't ask me to. We stayed like that for . . . well, I didn't know how long. Minutes . . . hours . . . a lifetime? I was incapable of making those kind of distinctions. It took enough effort just to keep breathing. "Uh, do you . . . wanna dance?"

Tara nodded.

I kept her hand in mine and led her onto the dance floor. The music was slow and we clung to each other as we swayed back and forth in time, our bodies close . . . our lips even closer. Tara didn't object when I leaned in to kiss her. She had the softest, sweetest lips. I could taste the faintest hint of wine on them. That made them even more delicious. Her mouth opened wider under mine. I flicked my tongue over hers. She moaned into the kiss.

"I shouldn't be doing this," Tara muttered between kisses. "I just broke up with my girlfriend."

"Do you wanna go somewhere private?"

"Yes."

I took her into the bathroom. It wasn't the most romantic place, but it was the closest. We slipped into a vacant stall, locked it, then I pulled her into another kiss. Our hands were frantic on each other, grasping, clawing, groping, pawing. My hand up her blouse. Her hand down the front of my jeans. Our kisses becoming more and more desperate. I fondled her breast. She teased my slit. Her fingers knew exactly where to go. I gasped. She slid into me. I kissed her to keep from screaming out loud. She pumped her fingers in and out of my pussy. I was almost there. Her thumb stroked my clit. I came with her mouth against mine.

When I could breathe, which took a minute, I sank to the cold tile floor and ducked under her skirt. I pulled her panties down and buried my face in her tuft of thick blonde curls. She whimpered softly as I probed her with my tongue. Her cunt tasted like licorice . . . not too sweet, a hint of spice. Delicious. She whimpered above me as I pushed my tongue in deep. I was up to my ears in her nectar. Her pussy clenched around me. She was close. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue then pressed my lips to the hard little pebble, sucking it. She came, bathing me in her tangy juices. I did not let a single drop go to waste.

I ducked back out from under her skirt and stood up. She kissed me.

"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" I asked. She shook her head. I said, "Come home with me."

Tara looked at me. I couldn't breathe. My heart pounded in my chest. Was she . . . would she . . . did she . . . could we? She answered my questions with a simple, whispered, "Yes."


http://of-hidden-des...com/chance.html
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Исправлено автором 05 Ноя 2002, 07:59
 

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Эй, SunnyDay2000, поосторожнее, тут детей много 8) (Я в их числе)
Да и Форум это о Зачарованных, а не о историях с рейтингом NC-17
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И чего это было? Переведи 8) <
 

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Хм,дети не разрешают ^_^

 

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Джул, я не умею такие вещи переводить :hurt: Рука не поднимется :) Посмотри последние абзацы 8)


 


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