She's very pretty, even when she wears her hair in a bun. Not a fan of the bun, though, it does highlight her neck. I like her hair down, a soft brown, going down her back. Grey eyes, I read in books about people having grey eyes, but never saw a pair, till I met her. They are quite beautiful, when I see them, she doesn't hold eye contact long. She's shy.
Her name is Danielle, sweet, soft voice, did I say she's pretty? Yes, I did. She said yes, when I asked her out. A quick glance at my eyes, before she looked away.
She smiled when I picked her up, only with her lips, though. I know she has teeth, I saw them, at one time. Her smile did reach her eyes, which looked at me for more then two seconds, before looking down. Extremely shy.
The date ended in a very strange way. I got her to open up a little, small talk, saw her teeth. Beautiful. Did I plan to try to kiss her? I certainly wanted to. But I never had the chance. As we walked to her apartment, she saw her door was open. Her panic eyes flew to mine. I moved her behind me, approached the door, when she held me back, pulling my arm. Tears in her eyes, very scared, I walked her back to my car and called the cops.
Nothing was missing, or disturbed, Danielle entered her apartment, after the police searched it, holding my hand-tightly. The police suggested, and I agreed, maybe Danielle didn't shut the door properly. There was no sign of forced entry. She saw the police to the door, thanking them, locking and chaining the door behind them. She turned, seeing me in the living room, her eyes on mine, pleading, "please don't leave me."
So, here I am, on the couch Danielle made up for me. Not the least bit sleepy, laying there in my clothes. I'm not use to sleeping in anything, but the nude. I thought that might be a bad idea. Her bedroom door opened, light spilled into the short hall. She tip toed out, looking over her shoulder to the bathroom. She glanced at me, curled on the couch as she headed to the door. She's wearing a long shirt, coming down to her knees, saw it in her bedroom light. She has some beautiful legs. Her hair, same as on our date, a length down her back, another over her shoulder, down her breast. When I saw her legs, I became painfully hard, jammed up in my jeans the way it was.
She checked the front door, glanced my way as she checked the patio door. I couldn't help myself, checking out how her shirt rode up her legs, as she made sure the curtain was fully closed.
My eyes were adjusted to the darkness, laying there, my eyes open. She stood there, looking scared, I sat up. "I didn't mean to wake you." She sounded on the verge of tears.
"It's okay, what's wrong?"
"Will you come into the bedroom?"
Of course I did, she was frightened by a noise outside her window. I saw it was some low lying branches. Ready to return to the couch, she stepped in front of me. "Please stay here."
Just under the covers, Danielle asking me to leave the light on. She was on her side, facing away from me, then burst into tears. I moved closer, my hands touching her shoulders, she was shaking. "It's okay," I whispered. "I-I'm s-sorry, I hate being scared."
I kissed the back of her neck, blaming it on the smell of her hair, being in bed with her, knowing she was partially naked, me being a stupid guy, not knowing what else to say.
She turned to me, her beautiful face, streaked with tears. I kissed her lips, she kissed me back, seems I got my goodnight kiss.