Tempest [Part 1]

Prologue: Tempest

I first met this girl, who I will be calling tempest from here on out at my apartment. A friend of mine brought her over, at the time he was dating/trying to have sex with her. At the time I noticed the girl had a cute face a sexy smile and a beautiful athletic body. She runs track. I can go on for days talking about her body which I have extensive knowledge of. But I wont. That comes later.

I remember when I shook her hand and made basic conversation with her she seemed a bit different in the head. In a good way. My friend had secured a girl with a body and some brains. I kept conversation polite and short, I just wanted to know who this sexy young stranger was sitting on my couch.

As the night wore on it was time, tempest felt, to go back to her place. I drove both tempest and my friend back to her house. Inside the house I stood awkwardly by the front door I felt out of place, and a polite excuse to leave was not on mind. Tempest offered me some cookies which I politely refused and said “But thanks, I gotta head out and get some sleep.” I left and as I got into my car I got the feeling that I would see more of her. I knew that we would have sex. Not from a cocky standpoint. As if to say I knew she couldn’t resist my charms. Because at first she did. But from the standpoint that it has already happened. So this book is a story of what has happened.



[Tempest]

“Your not my type”

A party isn’t a party without beer,liquor, and ladies. Or beer liquor and bitches depending on your upbringing. I first got my real taste of Tempest at a party at my apartment. I had some grey goose in my system but not enough to get me drunk. I was still very clear headed as I sat at my kitchen table talking to Tempest. She took a conservative sip of her Budweiser. “you are definitely cute though, Murimi.” She grinned at me. I leaned back in my chair with a grin of satisfaction.
“So…what’s up?”
“Your just not my type.” She said looking over my shoulder to the rest of the party. I closed my eyes to recive the blow of defeat. “ouch, really?” I ask sitting back up straight.
She nods slightly and frowns pity. “Yeah.” Taking another sip.
I look over her body as we sit in the dimly lit room. Even through her jeans I can see her well built theighs. All those years of running track has deffintly paid off. Though I have not had a chance to really look at it I already know she has s sexy ass. Running track has done her body good. Now as I sit across from her trying my best to get into her head so I can do her body good. I softly sigh.
“It’s like that?” I ask trying to get her to change her mind with my best smile I could come up with.
“It’s like that.” She repeats to me with a smile of her own that tried to hide the fact she meant what she said. She calmly took another sip of her Budweiser. I look over her body and say my goodbye’s in my head.
“Okay that’s cool.” I say “I wont even mess with you like that, it’s all good.” I get up from my seat to leave the kitchen.
“Sorry.” She says after me still smiling.
I walk around the rest of the apartment and interact with the rest of the guests. I drank moderately so conversation is lost to me however as I stood by myself in the corner of the kitchen looking down my bottle of Grey Goose she walked back into the dimly lit kitchen. My eyes squinted as I watched her body walk across my eyes. She stand by the stove awkwardly.
“Hey tempest…let me talk to you again real quick.”
She doesn’t reply she just smiles and walks up to me. The alcohol in my system starts to talk for me. My lips are wet with sex and my words come out lustful. “Now…tell me again how I’m not your type.” I ask her.
“I don’t know.” She looks my eyes over.
I reach out behind her and rub my hands over her body, before I even touch her she steps closer to me.
“I don’t see how, someone with all that can’t be my type.”
I laugh
“You like it baby?” she asks me as she turns her body and backs me into the corner.
I can only laugh. I feel myself losing grip of myself. I lower my head to her neck and lightly kiss up and down her neck. With every kiss she pushes her body against me. By the time I get to her cheeks she turns her body again and kisses me. I put my grey goose bottle on the counter and hold her hips as she gets lost in my kisses. I break the kiss as I feel her hands play with my belt. I look down and she I sticking her right hand down my pants. “Oh, baby let’s go.” She grabs my hand and leads me to my room.