Short and Hot

Yvonne

If you had told me, I would be in the arms of this man. This particular man, who made it a point of not acknowledging my existence. I will call you an absolute liar.

You see, I’m not the typical woman you would find walking in the streets. Nor would I ever want to be because everybody seems to be determined to be a carbon copy of each other. I am what is characterized now as a little person. My height is 4 feet 9 inches.

I have certain attributes that I enhance to get men to look at me, but that is just to feed my ego. When you’re the last one to get asked to go anywhere, your way of thinking gets a little obscure.

I thought I wasn’t chosen because I wasn’t pretty enough, and that I couldn’t look like the others completely. I mean, I can fit into fashionable clothes; it’s just that I will have to have them taken in and hemmed. After graduating from high school, I decided that I would never wait again for someone to choose me.

I will never be that girl who’s raising her hand, saying, ” Pick me, pick me. I am going to be that woman who chooses that man.

Now I’m in a predicament that I did not see coming. Devin Martin has me pinned against a wall with his body so flushed against mine that I feel his arousal.

“Yvonne, I have had enough of your taunting me. You act like I don’t see you. Of course, I see you, but I will not be one of those men that you toss aside and think it’s OK.” He said, whispering in my ear.

“Let me down, Devin,” I said with a calm voice that was not mirroring what was going on inside me. I was battling with feelings that I buried a long time ago for Devon. He went out with the most popular girls. The same girls who would tease and sometimes hurt me physically.

Everyone had a crush on Devon. He was not the guy in the sports team, or was he the guy in the band? He was the guy who ran the school paper and got a scholarship to the most prestigious school one year before even making it to his twelfth year. All this time, he ignored me as if I were an insect on the wall.

I made it a mission to be in his vision as much as possible because I was angry, and I wanted it to be seen by him. Now he sees me, and I’m not sure if this was what I wanted.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. This is your chance. I know you want me. There is no more hiding between the two of us because I wanted you just as badly.”

As I felt his cheek brush against mine, a rush of pleasure went through me. Devin wouldn’t let me say a word. Instead, he kissed me. Not soft like I dreamed it would be countless times in my bed, room alone.

No, this was a kiss of pure hunger. Of a person who has denied himself what he wanted and decided there was no more waiting. I matched his passion with my own. I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding tight. He had my hands above my head, holding them together with one of his. With the other, I felt him caressing my breast. I moaned into the kiss as I arched into his hand.

He pulled away from the kiss, and we were both breathing hard and staring at each other.

“Do you want this? Oh, are you teasing me?”

“I’m not teasing you, but we cannot do this here.” As I motioned with my eyes to show him where in the wrong place to do what we both want.

With one more grind of his hard member, he let go of my hands, and I unwrapped my legs so I could stand on wobbly feet.

“Later today, then? You come over to my place.” Devin asked, waiting for my response.

Before I answer it, I need a question of my own to be answered. “Are you doing this for some prank? Because I know you’re going out with Stephanie”.

“Stephanie and I were never an item. This is not a prank, and to prove it to you, I will walk out  holding your hand so everyone can see us together because I don’t give a damn about what other people think.”

With my question being answered? I told him I would be at his place by six.