0 comments/ 13255 views/ 0 favorites Gabriela By: Vudu Blanco Nunca olvidaré mi viaje de fin de carrera. Después de cinco años de noches sin dormir y fines de semana encerrado en casa por fin había acabado la carrera de Arquitectura y en cuanto supe que la facultad había organizado un viaje de despedida a Argentina, no lo dude y me apunté. Por fin iba a tener tiempo de relajarme con mis compañeros y sin tener que hablar de clases, prácticas y trabajos. Está de más decir que también esperaba que el viaje se convirtiera en un infierno sexual. Ya se sabe, más de cincuenta personas de ambos sexos, de entre 23 y 26 años... El final estaba cantado. Desde un principio me tomé la universidad como un trámite necesario para cumplir con la sociedad, pero pensé que, ya que iba a estar allí un mínimo de cinco años lo mejor sería tomármelo de la mejor manera posible. Siempre he sido un chico bastante común, físicamente no me destacaba ni para bien, ni para mal. Pero, mi arma secreta estaba en la facilidad que tengo para hablar. Sabía que si durante el viaje me dejaban abrir la boca no habría quien se resistiese. Así que allí estaba yo en el aeropuerto, con las maletas repletas de ganas e ilusiones (además de un par de cajas de condones, por si acaso)... Y entonces la vi. Gabriela estaba despidiéndose de sus padres y poniéndose a la cola de facturación de equipaje. No sabía que también venía al viaje, algo normal pues hacía algún tiempo que no hablaba con ella. Gabriela había sido siempre mi amor imposible. Durante los años de facultad nos habíamos hecho grandes amigos y confidentes, incluso me atrevería a decir que había algo especial entre los dos que nunca habíamos llegado a concretar. Era muy atractiva, de estatura algo baja, carita angelical y unas enormes tetas que había imaginado mías cientos de veces. Nos saludamos antes de entrar al avión y luego nos sentamos en nuestros respectivos asientos. Aterrizamos en Buenos Aires una eternidad después y enseguida cogimos un autobús que nos llevó a nuestro destino final, Bariloche, una bellísima ciudad al pie de la cordillera de los andes, en la cual se puede disfrutar de la nieve. El hotel era alucinante y había muchísimos turistas por todas partes. Inconscientemente había pensado que entre Gabriela y yo pasaría algo durante aquel viaje, pero el tiempo pasaba quitándome la razón. Los días transcurrían rápidamente y Gabriela parecía estar más ocupada en relacionarse con todos los demás chicos que en prestarme atención a mí. Nos habían comentado que había una tradición en los viajes de fin de carrera en Argentina, la fiesta de los pijamas, así que decidimos que sería divertido hacerla nosotros también. Mis compañeros de habitación empezaron a prepararse desde bien temprano, todos ridículamente ataviados con sus pijamas. Yo no tenía otra cosa en la mente que cumplir con el objetivo que me había fijado, pero la ilusión de que Gabriela fuera mi pareja se alejaba a cada momento. Estaba junto a mis amigos esperando la hora de salir, cuando Gabriela entró en nuestra habitación. El aliento se nos cortó a todos, estaba preciosa y sexy como nunca, enfundada en un camisón con encaje y transparencias que dejaban adivinar su magnífica figura. A pesar de eso se le veía mala cara, parecía estar algo enferma. Le pregunté si se encontraba bien, pero con un gesto de su mano me indicó que no me preocupara. Aprovechando la ocasión, comencé a cambiarme para estar a tono con todos en la fiesta, teniendo especial interés en que Gabriela viera mi bien moldeado torso al desnudo. Por fin llegó la hora de salir hacia la fiesta y todos salieron de la habitación... Todos menos Gabriela. - ¡Vamos! -le dije dándole un suave empujón a modo de broma. - No, no me siento bien, me voy a quedar... -me dijo con verdadera mala cara- Quédate conmigo, por favor. No quiero quedarme sola. Como imaginareis no me pude negar, iba a estar solo con la chica de mis sueños y en mi habitación. ¿Qué más podía pedir? Gabriela se recostó en una de las camas, yo me eché en otra y empezamos a charlar de cómo nos había ido el viaje, de lo bien que nos lo estábamos pasando. La charla fue subiendo de tono conforme llegamos a los temas de ex-novias, ex-novios, rollos de una noche... Mientras hablábamos, sus enormes tetas escapaban cada vez más del escote de su camisón y ella no se preocupaba demasiado por evitarlo. Yo todavía seguía echado en la cama de al lado, pero hubiera dado mi brazo derecho por estar junto a ella en la misma cama. Como si algo o alguien me hubiese oído, Gabriela empezó a hablar. - Acuéstate aquí, a mi lado -me dijo y yo, ni corto ni perezoso, salté de mi cama y me instalé en la suya. Acercó su boca a mi oído- Abrázame... Con suavidad, la rodeé con mis brazos y nos fundimos en un beso apasionado que jamás olvidaré. Metió su mano debajo de mi camisa y acarició mi pecho bajando luego hasta mi ya enorme bulto. Yo le bajé los tirantes de su camisón y aquel par de tetas se descubrió en su totalidad. Eran tan preciosas y enormes como yo había imaginado, con pezones grandes y oscuros. Primero tracé el contorno de sus pechos con mis manos, cosa que la excitó sobremanera, y luego me dediqué a chupárselos con fuerza. Mi lengua pegaba latigazos a sus pezones y sentía en mi boca cómo se ponían cada vez más duros. Sus tetas eran tan grandes que apenas podía meterme en la boca aquellos montículos que las coronaban. Mientras tanto ella se dedicaba a quitarme hasta la última prenda de ropa y a jugar con mi aparato, ya deseoso de su cuerpo. Sus manos expertas amasaban mi polla y mi erección crecía a cada momento. Yo, sentado en la cama, terminé de desvestirla y le quité sus diminutas braguitas dejando al descubierto el frondoso agujero de amor que ocultaban. Hábilmente, se deslizó hacia abajo, quedando su cara a la altura de mi ya enorme polla y comenzó a besarla, primero suavemente y luego su lengua comenzó a recorrerla en su totalidad. El placer que me invadía era enorme, el sueño de mi vida se estaba haciendo realidad y mi objetivo se estaba cumpliendo. Entretanto, Gabriela se dedicaba a lubricarme la polla con su caliente saliva y a engullirla luego entera. Creía correrme a cada arremetida y sentía su garganta alrededor de mi glande y su lengua como una pequeña serpiente lamiendo mi tronco. Mis manos se dirigieron a su ya mojado coño, lo que evidenciaba que estaba tan excitada como yo. Encontré su clítoris con facilidad y empecé a masajearlo con fuerza. Sus jugos bañaban mis manos y su excitación iba en aumento ya que cada vez me chupaba el miembro con mas pasión. De repente, se detuvo y se puso en pie. Yo hice ademán de levantarme también, pero ella me lo impidió. - No, tú quédate sentado -me dijo sensualmente. Tomó mi polla con una mano y se sentó en ella. Gabriela estaba tan lubricada que mi verga entró hasta el fondo de un solo movimiento. Yo creí que me moría, había imaginado tantas veces aquel caliente y húmedo coño abrazando mi miembro... Pero el placer era aún mayor de lo que había pensado, se movía como una gata en celo, y subía y bajaba frenéticamente por mi mástil ardiente. Sus tetas acompañaban rítmicamente sus movimientos y yo jugaba con ellas manoseándolas y pellizcando sus pezones enormes y erectos. Mi polla parecía explotar con cada embestida de mi experimentada amante. Pero mi excitación aumentó todavía más cuando, después de levantarse se dio la vuelta mostrándome su hermoso y redondo culo. No me lo podía creer, pero me estaba invitando a llenar su agujero trasero. Se puso a cuatro patas sobre la cama e intenté torpemente introducir mi duro pene en su culo. Viendo que tenía problemas, ella me la cogió con una mano y la dirigió expertamente hasta su abertura. Empujé con fuerza y le arranqué un grito de placer. Tomando sus caderas empecé a presionar hasta que mis huevos golpearon en sus nalgas. Luego saqué la polla hasta dejar dentro solo el glande y volví a empujar con fuerza hasta el fondo. Repetí este movimiento sin cesar, arrancándole a Gabriela fuertes gemidos de placer en los que me pedía que no parase, que llegase hasta el final. A esta altura yo ya estaba a punto de explotar dentro de su culo, así que saqué mi aparato y dándole la vuelta a Gabriela lo puse entre sus tetas. Mientras ella se apretaba los pechos dejando en medio mi polla a la que daba lengüetazos en cada arremetida, yo tenía los brazos hacia atrás y la masturbaba salvajemente con mis dos manos. Por fin, el clímax llegó y sentí cómo ella temblaba y se retorcía, explotando en un interminable orgasmo que mojó todas las sábanas. Yo tampoco pude resistir más y estallé entre sus tetas, saliendo el semen disparado hacia su cara. Parecía que aquellos chorros de leche no iban a terminar de salir nunca y ella disfrutaba viendo el espectáculo mientras trataba de capturar todo el semen que podía con su lengua. Cuando terminé, limpió cuidadosamente con la lengua hasta la última gota de mi fluido, me dio un beso y se fue. Nunca más hablamos de esa noche y luego dejamos de vernos definitivamente. Pero, a pesar de que han pasado ya muchos años, yo sigo recordando esa experiencia como la mejor de mi vida y a Gabriela como lo que siempre fue para mí, mi amor imposible. Aunque siempre sabré que fue mía una noche. Gabriele Caught Peeing I am a 35 year old busty blonde divorcee called Sue, left with a big house and a small income, and a need to make a bit more cash. So I let out one of the spare bedrooms to an 18 year old, black-haired, blue-eyed German student called Gabriele, who had a figure to die for. Her English, though not perfect, was pretty good, and we got along really well. Being bi-sexual myself, I soon found myself sexually attracted towards her big time, as well as seeing her more like a friend than a lodger in spite of being nearly twice her age. We were soon sharing the details of each other's lives, revelling in the successes and commiserating with the disappointments. Anyway, one day I got home with news of a promotion at work into a more rewarding and challenging supervisory position, bringing with it a hefty pay rise. I rushed up the stairs and headed straight for Gabriele's room, hoping she was there so that I could share my good news with her. In my excitement, I neglected to knock as usual and just barged in. The expression of delight upon my face must have instantly turned to one of shock. Because right there in the corner of the room, Gabriele was squatting, her knickers discarded, her long dress hiked up above her gorgeous ass, her young muff in full view. And from it a thick stream of yellow piss was gushing forth with a loud hiss to splash upon the carpet, where a puddle was forming. Gabriele was looking down at her own pee spattering upon the carpet with a look of complete rapture upon her face for a split second. But upon my entry she suddenly looked up, her rapture turning to shock, her piss flow suddenly ceasing. For a second or two we both just remained in position, staring in silence at each other, neither knowing what to say. Then a sense of anger flooded through me and I asked her what the hell she thought she was playing at, pissing all over MY carpet like an animal! She tried to apologise but couldn't get a word in as I ranted for a short moment. But as the initial surge of anger abated a little I realised that I was actually a little turned on, and memories of drunken pees in naughty places during my youth flooded back. So I immediately softened my tone and apologised for shouting and said that she actually looked quite sexy squatting there. She looked a little confused at this, not knowing how to react to this sudden change. So I giggled and admitted that I too had sometimes peed in naughty places when I was her age just for fun, though I had only ever had the nerve to do it when drunk. I told her that she could finish her piss all over the carpet if she wanted, I didn't really mind, and I would love to watch her do it. A faint smile flickered across her face, but there was still much uncertainty there. So noticing my own need to pee, I took the bull by the horns, so to speak. I said to her that since she was obviously unsure, I would prove to her that it was OK by peeing on the carpet myself. Her eyes widened with incredulity at that, and she looked on in wonder as I removed my shoes and socks, lowered and stepped out of my jeans, then slipped off my knickers, throwing them all onto her bed. Naked from the waist down I then stood in the middle of her room, parted my legs and pulled the folds of my vagina apart with my fingers. Then I started pissing, a golden cascade that shot forward to patter down on the carpet. A large puddle quickly developed as that patch of carpet grew saturated, and the soft patter gradually morphed into a loud splashing sound. Gabriele, still squatting in the corner, and now grinning with delight, resumed her own pee on the carpet, the duel hissing from both of our muffs filling the room. Neither of us spoke as we peed, the only noise being the hissing and splashing of our relief. Gabriele finished first, a large puddle of piss in the corner beneath her. By now, as I pissed the last of my flow, I was deliberately swaying my hips from side to side to spray as much of the carpet as possible. It was actually somewhat disappointing when my stream weakened, landing nearer and nearer to me, until with a last few drops my pee was spent. Gabriele and I looked at each other, grinning wildly yet saying nothing for several seconds, until I said something like "Wow! That was fucking fantastic! I really enjoyed that!" Or words to that effect. We both agreed that it was great fun. And we have both peed on the carpet quite a few times since - in my bedroom as well as hers. Gabriella and Logan A story based loosely on my own love story. I enjoy feedback and ideas. I love hearing what you guys think and what you guys want to happen. I'm also learning to accept the bad with the good. Although it's still hard, I appreciate every comment I get whether it be flat out negative or very positive. So thank you. I don't have an editor but I am on the hunt! Enjoy. ***** *Gabriella's POV* I couldn't move. That was the first thought that popped in my head when I had woken up. My alarm had gone off almost 10 minutes ago and I was still in bed staring at the ceiling. Physically I could move... Maybe. Mentally? No sir. I was exhausted in every sense of the word and moving from my bed was just not an option. I almost started crying thinking about leaving the comfort of my happy place to go to that cruel place. But alas, I had to. I tried bribing myself, scolding myself and even thinking about the bills that I had to pay. Nothing was working! I couldn't convince myself to actually get up. I needed to go to work but my body was so tired and the willpower was running short. It also wasn't helping that my room was pitch black and I kept accidentally falling back asleep. "Get up or I'm turning the light on!" My best friend/roommate Kristen threatened through the door. "We're going to be late and I wanted to at least stop at Starbucks." I groaned and threw the bottom half of my body off the bed and let my legs dangle. My toes instantly froze at the chilly temperature of the room. Even with the heat on, the 2 bedroom apartment we shared was either very cold or very hot. On rare times, it would be just right. I wanted to get back under the covers and go back to sleep. Finally sitting up bed, I felt around for my phone for a source of light. I refused to turn anything else on. I stood up and stretched letting the ache in my bones loosen. I had to get a new mattress. I was going to have irreversible back problems. "I warned you!" Kristen yelled. The door to my precious safe haven swung open with a bang and light flooded the room. I screamed and covered my eyes stumbling backwards into bed. "It burns Kristy! It burns!" I yelled. "Turn it off!" This might have seemed dramatic to someone looking in from the outside, but I didn't have a normal bedroom light like most. I had the light from hell! It was a Christmas gift from Kristy from a website that literally sold super bright lights. Since I had no windows in my room, she thought she was doing me a favor. Every time I turned the light on, after being subjected to darkness for 8 hours, I was nearly blinded. "Quit being a baby! Get up!" she scolded. "Your skin still looks splotchy. You might want to get up and handle that. Red patches on black girls don't look too good." "You're right! I am stronger than this. I am not going to let a little lightbulb stop me from doing what I have to do," I said holding up a fist. "Good girl," she encouraged. I could hear the eye roll in her tone. I cracked an eye and the bright light assaulted me making me wince. "Kristy, I think my retina just melted off," I complained. She was quiet and I opened my eyes, wincing just to be dramatic, and saw her standing there with her hands folded over her chest. This was her "are you done yet?" look. She wore the same red and yellow collared button-down dress that every employee, including me, was required to wear to waitress at the 'The Hole'. "Done?" she asked patiently. I nodded solemnly and twiddled my thumbs. "I'm done." "Good morning Gabriella," she said throwing me my own red and yellow dress before walking out the room. "Good morning Satan," I mumbled. Looking at my skin, I could still see the barely there red patches from the hives I experienced yesterday. Who knew I was allergic to seafood? The stuff stunk so badly, I didn't even eat it. The one time I decide to try a piece of shrimp, I'm allergic. Go figure. I grabbed the dress and some panties, not bothering with a bra. The dress was so tight my breast strained against the fabric making it impossible for them to move. "I left you some hot water!" Kristen yelled. "Thanks," I yelled back rolling my eyes. Kristen was in the habit of taking 30 minute showers and the hot water that she usually "left" was only hot for about 6. I walked into the bathroom and reemerged 20 minutes later feeling refreshed and energized. Walking into the living room, I spotted a muffin on a plate next to a cup of green liquid. "Made you breakfast," Kristen said coming out her room. She had pinned her black bangs up today and the back of her hair cascaded in curls down her back. The black really made her blue eyes stand out. And it really wasn't fair that even under fluorescents her milky white skin looked amazing. I told her all the time how she should have modeled. She definitely had the look. She was 5'9 with legs that ran forever and everything on her was proportional. She had the body girls lusted for. She was a head turner and she knew it. I wasn't ugly myself. I was nice-looking and would receive compliments sometimes. Most times I would get "you're pretty for a black girl!" or something equally offensive, but I just shrugged it off. Most people didn't see a problem with that statement, and I wasn't about to waste my time explaining why it was offensive. It wasn't hard to fit in here. The trick was to smile and keep your mouth closed. At 5'6 and 142 pounds, I definitely didn't draw attention to myself. I had brown curls that had gold highlights and brown eyes that didn't stand out. I considered myself basic. Nothing spectacular. If I worked out like Kristen, I could probably garner some attention. But I liked how I looked. I also liked food. I was curvy, very curvy. I had baby making hips and so did the rest of the women in my family. Little on top and big on the bottom. I loved my breast though. My 34C were just perfect and fit my frame just right. I loved my body and sure I could stand to lose 10 or 15 pounds, but I was content. Kristen was always trying to make me work out or try some new diet with her. The last one almost killed me and in return I almost killed her. I didn't notice I was staring at her until she snapped her fingers breaking my trance. "What's wrong? Never seen an angel?" She joked. "Let's go and you're going to drink that smoothie." I rolled my eyes. Of course I would. As much I hated healthy things, Kristen went out of her way to feed me each morning and I was appreciative. Ever since my mom died, Kristen had been taking care of me like the little sister she always wanted. Even though I was 21 and she was 23, she still treated me like I was 10 at times and I couldn't do anything without her. I didn't mind. I loved her. Of course I still pulled my weight around here. I kept a majority of the bills paid, and food in the house. Since Kristen was full time in school, and could only work weekends, I was the bread-winner. "Let's go GABRIELLA," she yelled from downstairs. I grabbed the smoothie running outside to catch up before she left me. Running through the snow, I slid carefully in the already warm car and shook the snow out my curly hair. "Oh man, your hair is going to get damp. Where is your jacket? Why didn't you grab your scarf or hat? Are you trying to get sick?" she scolded turning the heat all the way up. "I left it in the car last night," I said grabbing the items out the backseat. "I was so dead tired after my double, I didn't even feel the cold air." "A double? Gabby you got to get some rest!" "Rent is coming up. I had to work overtime to get the rest, but now that I have it, I can probably go back to working regular shifts." "I'm sorry I can't contribute more Gabs. I really should step up more." "We've had this argument before. Focus on school and get your degree so that you can make all the money and I can spend my days sleeping!" She laughed and nodded. "Yes mam." Kristen did what she could. But what wasn't spent on books or material for school, was spent on gas and food. I didn't mind working so much. It kept me busy and I didn't have to think much about the direction my life was going in. Which was nowhere. We rode the rest of the way in silence both consumed in our thoughts. "Uh oh," Kristen said as we pulled into The Hole's entrance. The parking lot was full of cars and we had to park in the way back by the dumpsters. We both sped out the car and into the entrance and saw a disaster of things. There was no other waitress in sight and I had a bad feeling that we were the only ones there. "Thank God you girls are here! Nobody else showed up... Again. Jessica's car is broken down and Ashley isn't answering. Maggie won't be here until 1 and Sara doesn't have her liquor license," Mike, our sleazy underpaying perverted managed, cried. We were used to this on Saturday morning. It seemed that for the past couple of Saturday shifts, only Kristen and I were showing up. "Ok Gabby, how are we doing this?" Kristen said tying her apron. I was putting my curls into a bun on my head trying to figure out a game plan. Waitressing was my thing. I always was good at it from day 1. Even with no prior experience... even though I did lie on my application. "Ok! I'll take the 40's, 50's and the 5 high tops by the bar. You get the 30's, the 60's and the 3 high tops by the door," I said looking around. The 40's and 50's were booths, whereas the 30's and 60's were tables. High tops were the 20's. It was easy to remember table numbers when you had worked this job for so long. Usually I would work 30's and 60's, because of the parties, but I couldn't be bothered with large groups of people in the morning like Kris could. "Sounds like a plan. See you soon solider," she said before running to the back. I grabbed my black book, that I took orders in, and hit the floor to take drink orders. This was going to be a long morning. - A million drink orders, appetizers, and lunch combos later, it had finally slowed down enough that Kris and I could sit down and catch our breaths. "That party of 8 left me 10 on 98," Kristen scoffed. "Well 21 ran me the entire time they were here and left 2 dollars on 40. Not to mention, I didn't charge them for the refills on their flavored lemonades," I shared. "People suck," she sighed. I nodded my agreeance and hopped off the spinning chair. If I didn't go to the bathroom soon, I would die. "Be back," I told her. I walked to the bathroom and locked myself in the stall before collapsing on the toilet. I was exhausted. - *Logan's POV* "Dude are you sure you want to eat at a place called 'The Hole'?" I asked my best friend Brian. "Log, in my experience, I have always found that the most delicious food is hiding at the grossest looking restaurants. How much do you want to bet that this food is amazing?" Brian wagered. The restaurant looked old and beat down from the outside, but judging from the amount of cars in the parking lot we saw earlier after riding by, the food had to be good. We walked inside the store and the smells that hit me were amazing. My mouth was watering and I could barely contain my excitement. I loved food like I loved football. I followed Brian to a table and gave him his props. This was a good idea so far. A tall blue-eyed girl walked up to our table and smiled a cheeky smile. "Hi, I'm Kristy and I'll be your server today. Can I start you fella's off with a frozen lemonade? A frozen Jake&Coke?" "I'll take a Sprite," I told her. "I'll take the same," Brian sung. "And forgive me for saying so, but Kristy you are the prettiest girl I ever seen in my life." The girl, Kristy, blushed before thanking him and walking away. She was indeed good looking, but she didn't do it for me. "She is so hot dude!" Brian gushed. "She's ok," I laughed. "Ok? Just ok? She is the hottest thing smoking in this state. Logan, my brother, she is fine!" Brian preached. "You would love her if she was blonde and dumb!" "Shut up! Here she comes!" I whispered. It wasn't that I was into a certain type of women, I loved all women. However, it seemed that I only attracted blondes with questionable intentions. Some wanted the money, some wanted marriage and some just wanted to get close to Brian, but none actually interested me for longer than 3 months. "OK. Are you guys ready to order?" she asked sitting the drinks in front of us. "What's the best thing you got on the menu sweetheart?" Brian asked flirting. "Definitely the steak. Our steak is amazing," she beamed. "I don't know about that. I can never find good steak in restaurants," Brian said. "I've ate many places, and the steak is never as good as I want it to be. "OK. Hold on!" Kristy said. She ran away and came back a few seconds with a girl who was looking at a notepad. The girl didn't even look up when she stopped in front of the table. "Tell them we make the best steak in all of Montana, Gabriella!" Kristy urged. "We make the best steak in all of Montana," the girl, Gabriella, said without looking up in a monotone voice. "She sounds convincing," Brian laughed. Finally the Gabriella girl looked up and smiled. My breath caught in my chest. I had never seen a smile so beautiful. It was genuine and it reached her eyes. I had never seen brown eyes look so intriguing. They looked like they held knowledge and laughter and sorrow and this was hands down the prettiest pair of brown eyes I had ever saw. They were big and doe like and I knew I could watch her blink all day. Her lips. Man those lips. Full and pink and they looked so soft. Matter of fact, her whole body looked soft. I wanted to run my hands down every inch of her curvy body and find out just how soft she was. I could see myself running my fingers through her hair and leaving kisses over every inch of her perfect brown skin. "It really is good. I promise if you get it, you'll love it. So I suggest you follow my advice and get the steak boys," she said smiling before walking away. "Alright than darling, I'll have the steak and potatoes. I like my steak medium well," Brian said to Kristy while handing her his menu. "What about you Logan?" Steak was the last thing on my mind. I was trying to get the image of Gabriella out my mind before I did something crazy like actually run up and kiss her. "I'll take the steak and shrimp, Steak well done. Please," I told her while looking at Gabriella help someone else. "Gotcha! I'll put the orders in and it should be ready soon," Kristy sung. She walked away slyly smacking the objection of my affection's butt and I had never felt as jealous as I did at that moment. I wanted to be the person touching her, talking to her, making her laugh. I wanted to be the reason she bit her lip to stop her laughter. She had the most perfect butt I ever had the pleasure of looking at. I felt like a child watching someone play with his favorite toy. I had to get a grip. I didn't even know this girl. I was seriously losing my mind. "I think I'm in love," Brian said suddenly. "You say this every time," I laughed. "I mean it each time. I am going to see those long legs in the air before this day is over. Mark my words brother," Brian promised. He got up and walked to the table where Kristy was sitting and sat down with her. Before she could see him, he turned around and winked at me before giving her his full attention. He always made good on his promises. - *Gabriella's POV* "What do you mean you invited him to our house Kristen?" I asked Kristy in shock. It wasn't like her to be dumb over a guy. "You don't even know him. He could be a murderer!" "Oh stop it, his name is Brian and he's harmless. It's something about him Gabby! He could be The One! He told me he could see himself old and gray with me!" She gushed. I looked over at the table the 2 guys were sitting at. I mean yea he was cute but he was nothing to fawn over. Blue eyes, blonde hair, and tall. Nothing really stood out. If anything he looked like a playboy. I wasn't the type to judge but he looked and acted like the love em and leave em type. I had caught part of him and Kristy's conversation and rolled my eyes constantly at his lines. "His friend is cuter," I said nonchalantly. "Eh," she replied without looking up. It was true, he was something to look at. He had brown hair and I couldn't tell what color his eyes were but they looked like they were green. I was a sucker for green eyes. I could see deep dimples in his smile and his arms look like he lifted weights. He looked pretty tall and I admired the way he seemed to take care of himself. I wouldn't mind running my hands down his arms. Too bad he was out of my league. I wasn't about to embarrass myself. As a Leo, I didn't take rejection well. "Maybe you'll find your soulmate too when you stop ignoring every guy you meet," Kristy said. "I don't have time for dating and neither do you," I reminded her. I didn't mention that virtually no guys were interested in me. Like I mentioned before, I got my few share of guys complimenting me, but they never did anything other than compliment me and the few that did, never wanted more than sex. "Trust me Gabs, when someone is meant for you, there is always time. Just watch. You'll be shocked at how much changes when the right one comes along," she shrugged. "Plus it's just a harmless little fun. We are young adults, we should act accordingly!" A group of people walked in and I made my way to the front to help them. Love was the last thing on my agenda. - *Logan's POV* It had been hours since we left that diner and I was still full. No joke. That steak was delicious and I wouldn't mind going back. For the steak and to see another glace of the lovely Gabriella. "Come on dude! Please! I don't know my way around like you do!" Brian pleaded. "I'm not third-wheeling to some chick's house. Drive yourself." I refused. "You don't even know this girl. Did you ask who she lived with? She could still live with her parents Brian." "I'll get lost if I drive myself and who cares? She's hot! She might even let us both do her if I convince her. I know you wouldn't mind hitting that with me! Just like old times in high school," he said laughing. I had to laugh at the memory myself. "Remember we rode our bikes for 40 minutes in the cold to that college girl's house? What were we like 15?" "We were and it was just one of the many time you had my back. So come on man, just like old times," he pleaded. "Fine, but I don't want in with her. I'll just stay in the car until you're finished. She's not my type," I told him seriously. "Let's go!" he cheered. How could I want to sleep with Kristy, when I all I could think about was Gabriella? It was like this girl took control of my mind just by existing. It was just something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it was her smile or the way she absent mindedly nibbled on her lip when she was thinking. Whatever it was, I liked it. It was the reason I watched her the entire time we were at the restaurant. It was why I couldn't take my eyes off her. She had completely captured my interest and I had no idea why. - "He's almost here! He just texted me!" Kristy said excitedly while straightening up the already clean house. "Dammit! I forgot to scrub the couch!" "Calm down! Why are you working out here if you guys are going to be in your room?" I asked. She had scrubbed and vacuumed every inch of the house and I had to refrain her from making a 4 course meal. I really hoped this guy saw how awesome she was and they ended up married. "He's here!" She shrieked. "Have fun and don't hesitate to use that pepper spray I hid under your pillow!" I told her. "You hid pepper spray under my pillow?" she laughed. Gabriella and Logan "Better safe than sorry. I'm going to bed so don't worry about me," I told her before winking and going to my room. "Goodnight coffee!" She yelled. "Goodnight cream!" I yelled back. We hadn't used those nicknames in years! It was an inside joke we used in high school when people always asked us about of friendship. We were raised together and even though she was 2 years older than me, we maintained our friendship through middle and high school. Every time someone asked her why she hung out with such a little girl, she always told them I was the coffee to her cream. The door to my room swung open. "Don't forget to write your dad back! It's been 5 days now and you know how he gets. I talked to him yesterday and he said he hasn't heard from you," Kristy said crossing her arms leaning against the door frame. "I know," I cried. "I've been working so much and you know I don't get any cell service in this room! I'll write him tomorrow. I'm off for the first time ever!" "Ok, goodnight!" "Night ugly." She closed the door with a click and I went to my bathroom to shower. Kristy had showered directly after work so I had at least an hour's worth of hot water. I was so happy! - *Logan* "Dude! You gotta come get me out of here! All she wants to do is talk. Help me! You know the drill!" I laughed hysterically at the text from Brian. Looks like his little plan to get her in bed was failing. Another text lit up my phone. "Dude! She wants to watch Dirty Dancing! Get me out of here." I got out the car and walked up the door. I knocked on the door 4 times with my story ready to go. This was a classic one. His mom is in the hospital and we have to leave now. I don't remember which of us came up with this one, but it was life saver. I knocked on the door again and found myself getting annoyed. It was freezing out here and nobody had yet to open the door. I had been standing there for about 3 minutes. I knocked again a little harder and the door opened slowly revealing Kristy's confused face. "Steak 'N Parm Shrimp?" she asked. "Yea. That was me," I asked. "Oh yea, you were with Brian. What's up?" she asked smiling. "Come in. Let me get Brian." I walked in the apartment and closed the door behind me. It was instantly hot and I wanted to take off my jacket. The door in front of me opened and Gabriella stepped out the room in a green mask and a very sexy pink short set. I wanted to take her down right then and there. "Hello," I called startling her. She jumped and put her hand to her heart and breathed deeply. "Hi," she said in that sexy voice I had been replaying in my mind all day. Brian and Kristy walked out the room to my left. Brian looked instantly relieved and I knew what I had to do. "What's up Logan?" He asked. "Oh, nothing! I was just wondering if I could use the bathroom. I've been sitting outside in the car holding it and I couldn't hold it anymore," I lied. Sorry Brian. - "Gabriella* I couldn't believe the luck I had. It was bad. It was all bad bad bad. If I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck. Why! ME! Why did I have to walk out at this time? Why me? Whyyyy meeeee! I would come out looking a mess to the cute one from the restaurant. "What's up Logan?" Brian asked. "Oh, nothing! I was just wondering if I could use the bathroom. I've been sitting outside in the car holding it and I couldn't hold it anymore," the guy, Logan, said. "I'll take him," I offered. "Thanks," he smiled. "We'll let you guys get back to it," I told Kristy. "Thanks!" she said leading Brian back into her room. I showed him to the bathroom in my room and touched my face to make sure I wasn't blushing or red. I suddenly remembered I had on my green face mask. I could have passed out right then and there. I had to grab the top of the couch to keep myself steady. When Logan walked out the bathroom, I excused myself promising to come back and ran to my room. Washing my face with the speed of lightening, I silently cursed myself for being so dumb. I thought about changing but that would be too obvious. Well here goes nothing. I let my hair down and walked out the room to see him sitting on the couch. "Sorry about that," I apologized. "I'm Gabriella but you can call me Gabby." He stood out and shook my hand firmly before introducing himself. "Logan. Pleasure to meet you." I almost expected to feel sparks when our hands touched. Surely I couldn't be the only one feeling this type of chemistry. "You too," I said sitting on the couch. He followed suit and sat on the further end of the same couch. I turned to face him and tucked my legs under me. He was even more beautiful up close. His jawline was stronger than my Wi-Fi connection and those eyes made me swoon. They looked like emeralds had been implanted in his eyes. "You have a nice place," he commented while running his hands through his hair. It was styled into a nice cut and I wanted to touch it. "Thank you, it's a bit small but it works," I told him. "You're not from Montana are you?" "No, we flew here to sign our new lease on our place. We're going to live about 10 minutes away from here and go to UoM," he shared. "We're from California." "Oh ok. That sounds really cool. Do you like Montana so far?" "I've been here a few times with family during the summer and it's always been enjoyable. What about you Gabriella? You enjoying Montana?" The way he said my name sent chills down my spine. It was deep and rich. "I do. I love the scenery. I'm in photography so it's excellent for me. Kristy and I are originally from California ourselves. We moved here about 2 years ago." "You'll have to show me your work sometimes, I love to see people passionate about their crafts," he said checking his watch. "It's 1 am already. I'm not keeping you up am I?" "Oh no. I'm so used to getting off at this time that my body is automatically buzzing with energy. Are you sleep?" I asked hoping he said no. "Ha! I feel like I've drunken 5 cups of coffee with extra expresso!" he chuckled. "So, I hope your boyfriend doesn't mind you keeping me company." Maybe I was imagining things because for a second it seemed like he was fishing for information. That didn't mean he was interested though. He was probably just curious to know. I was curious myself. "Nope, no boyfriend so I think we are fine," I giggled. "Shouldn't you send your girlfriend a goodnight text? Or at least call. Girls do require attention buddy!" Two could play that game. "Gabriella, even if I had a girlfriend, which I do not, you would have my full attention for as long as you wanted it," he said. I was thrown back by what he said. What did that even mean? I wanted to ask him if he was flirting with me or messing with me. I also wanted to straddle his lap and breathe him in. "I mean, because it would be rude to have made you stop what you were doing to entertain me, than leave you so I could talk to someone else. I was raised better," he clarified. Oh. "I understand," I smiled. We were both quiet for several seconds before he got up and sat next to me. He reached his hand out and touched my hair while looking in my eyes. His face moved closer to mine before a bump in Kristy's room made us jump. He jerked his hand away and moved back to the far end of the couch. "Sorry, you had some green stuff in your hair," he said holding out his hand. "OH! Yea that was my face mask. Thanks!" I said in a squeaky voice. I could have sworn he was about to kiss me. The signs were there. I was not going crazy. "So how did you get into photography?" he asked. "Actually, it was my mom's fault. When I was younger, my mother was constantly taking pictures of me. I always asked her why she took so many of me. She always told me it was because I was her sun, her moon and her sky. One day, I was maybe 12, I told her to take a picture of the real sun, moon and sky because I was sick of being her canvas. Instead, she gave me her camera and told me too. At first I just snapped the pictures and was satisfied. But when I went back to look at them, I didn't like them. I tried again and again until I was happy with the outcome. When I showed my mom, she told me I was a natural. I didn't know it, but my obsession had been born. I loved taking pictures of everything. She got me my own camera and the rest is history," I explained fond of the memory. "Wow that was a beautiful story. I can understand your love of your craft. Trust me. I thought I loved football more than anything I had ever done until I started writing. It's a hidden talent no one knows about but I love it," he admitted sheepishly. "What do you write?" "Stories, songs, notes, letters, poetry. Anything really. Lame right?" "Not at all." "It's like my escape from the world. If I ever feel like things are too stressful, I just go and write until my fingers hurt. I always feel better after." "That's how I am with photography. It feels good to get lost in something and take a break from the world sometimes." "You have the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen Gabby. Hands down, no competition." I blushed and thanked him. I wasn't used to this. "So why don't you have a boyfriend? If you don't mind me asking. I mean, you're beautiful. You're funny. You seem intelligent. You really are a package deal. How could you be single?" I was sure my face was red. "Thank you for flattering me and making my head big," I laughed. "I'm single because I don't have time for relationships. I work a lot and not a lot of people can understand my busy schedule. I could ask you the same thing." I said biting my thumb nail. "You're handsome. Smart. Funny. Talented. Why are you not taken sir?" "I'm waiting on the right one. I don't just want anybody. I want somebody that connects with me emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually. I can't find that in anybody so I'm flying solo," he confessed while looking into my eyes. "With that being said. I want to see you again Gabby." "Ok. I would like that. I like hanging out with you." "I want us to be good friends," he said. "I hope you want that too." What I really wanted was to drag him to my hot ass room and screw his brains out. I also wanted to kiss him and cook for him and make sure he was happy in life. I would settle for friendship. "Of course. You seem like a very interesting person and I would love to have a new friend. Kristy is in school a lot so I'm usually bored. It would be nice to have another friend to hang out with." "Good. It's settled. We are now friends. My first girl friend and it only took me 24 years," he chuckled. "Well I officially have 2 friends and I'm 21. I know 5 year olds with more friends than me." Kristy and Brian walked out her room and she walked him out the door. We followed suit and I walked him to the door. We exchanged numbers and when I handed him his phone back, he held my hand for longer than necessary. "Goodnight Gabriella," he smiled. He dropped a kiss on my forehead and walked out. I would have walked him out had he not thrown my entire life off balance and made me dizzy with lust. Let's see if friends would be good enough. - *Logan* I did it! I got her number! "Dude what was that?" Brian asked. We were already away from the house but we had been silent the first half of the trip. "What was what?" I asked. "You totally left me hanging!" he cried. "Remember that time we were in 5th grade and I liked that girl Sarah?" I asked him. Of course he remembered. I was obsessed. "Duhh. What does that have to do with anything?" he asked in annoyance. "Remember how scared I was to ride my bike down that hill by the garden? You challenged me in front of Sarah that day to ride my bike down even though you knew I was scared. You knew I wouldn't back down. I did it that day, crying the whole way down. Sarah laughed at me and called me a crybaby. You made fun of me for a week straight. You remember that right?" "Yea," he said in confusion. "Tonight was payback for that," I laughed. Brian busted out laughing. "You held a grudge for 14 years?" I nodded. Of course I hadn't held a grudge. But I couldn't tell him the real reason why it would have taken God himself to remove me from Gabby's presence. He wouldn't understand. "That black chick was kind of hot," he said out of nowhere. "Come on man. You can't call her the 'black chick'. She has a name," I scolded him. "It's Gabby." "Whatever her name is, she's hot. Maybe I could try bagging her. Her roommate is a total bitch. She wouldn't even let me kiss her. I'm sure little Miss Gabby would be more fun. And did you see that ass in those shorts?" he laughed. I had definitely checked her out in those tiny pink shorts. I wanted to rip them off her and ravish her. The way her ass fill out those shorts had me standing at attention when she walked to her room. Her butt jiggled the entire time she was walking and I wanted to palm it. Thank God she didn't bend over in front of me because it would have taken me to leave to not jump on her. "I wonder what it would take to bag her," he said. "Back off dude. She's not into guys," I lied. "And don't talk about her like that. She's a really cool chick and I won't let you disrespect her." "Damn. The cute ones are always unavailable. Well I'm sure it'll be other chicks at school," he said while texting. "Everybody knows college is a pussy fest." I'm sure that lie would come back to haunt me, but there was no way I was letting him anywhere near my future wife. He was like a vulture and I wasn't going to just sit back while he pursued the woman I had my eyes on. I had plans for her.