Wow. That’s Austin. Nice. My head couldn’t think clearly, I stood looking at the man before me praying I didn’t make a fool of myself, something I did well on most occasions. “Hi,” I said blushing. I felt like a schoolgirl. Hello spark, hell, you’d better call the fire department, my entire body was on fire.
There was something about his sweet smile, a little pouty, sensual, and it screamed sexy. His dark, cropped hair was still military short, and his eyes, oh my goodness his eyes. I could get lost in them for days. I couldn’t take in enough details about him fast enough.
“Nice to meet you,” they both responded in unison. We made small talk until Scott came in to steal them away, and in that moment I turned to look at Heather. She knew immediately I was smitten, absolutely in full blown lust. Maybe it was how my eyes went wide, or the huge smile I couldn’t wipe off my face, but she knew. She grinned at her victory, and then drew the conversation back with a simple, told you so.
We settled back into lawn chairs under a shade tree, watching the volleyball game continue. When the new guys joined in I couldn’t take my eyes off of Austin. After their shirts came off, it only hooked me more. I knew drooling wouldn’t be appropriate, so I kept it to a minimum.
Austin had ink on his arms and his body screamed soldier – a solid chest, broad shoulders, and pumped biceps. It was embarrassing how hard I was falling – I had it bad. I could barely look away. His dog tags jingled as he jumped for the ball, spiking it down onto the other side of the net. I wanted him in that instant, I wanted to lick his entire body from top to bottom, and wanted to feel his hard cock penetrating me fast and deep.
The problem is that it looked like he barely flinched when he met me. I don’t think he felt the same spark that I did. I was just some girl, not someone on his radar. I wasn’t sure how to change that, but I made it a goal to spend a little face time with him at some point during the picnic. I wanted his number, and needed him to call me – now. I wanted to take him inside and do naughty things to his body, but my reality was so obviously one-sided, because the only thing he seemed to care about at the moment was beer and volleyball.
My long, dark hair was tied up in a loose pony tail. I was mostly make-up free after cleaning up and icing my face, and my t-shirt was stained from grass after my fall. I was hardly at my best, and it hit me hard when I realized I wanted him and he barely noticed me. It’s not like I’m stunning made up, but usually I clean up a little better than this.
Groaning, “Not a great first impression. I look like crap,” I whined.
“Give it time, he needs to let loose for awhile anyway. Once that’s out of his system, then I’ll set you up. He’s had a rough year. I’ll broach the topic with Scott when the time is right,” she said after standing up. “I better make the rounds again and act like a host. Truth be told, I’d be happy to sit in the shade and have a few more beers with you, but I should at least mingle more,” she said. Most of the group here were Scott’s buddies today, but she still felt obligated to be a good host. “I’ll be back,” she said pasting on a smile.
I couldn’t look away, I was still watching him play ball, and he caught me looking when he glanced over. I blushed, quickly turning my head. I hope I wasn’t obvious – great. I went into daydream mode and pictured him coming over and sitting with me, but it wasn’t reality. He was still on the playing field, aggressively going after the ball every time it came near him – only he got it over the net, unlike me.
Chapter 2
Standing talking to Scott, he plated up a hot dog for me. I set off in search of ketchup and some chips. Heather set up a station earlier with plates and side dishes on a picnic table off to the side. My back was turned when I heard his voice, “I’m more of a mustard guy myself,” he said as I was squeezing a red line of ketchup onto my dog.
“There’s no accounting for taste,” I teased, not exactly sure who was talking to me. Spinning around, I came face to face with Austin. I almost dumped my plate in that instant, but caught it before my hot dog could roll off. “Whoa!” In some dynamic twist and grab, I saved my plate and food before it could hit the ground.
“Hi,” I was juggling my stuff and wrangling the hot dog back into the roll. “Austin, right?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “Just wanted to grab a handful of chips,” he said, and then turned to walk away.
Just like that. I was awestruck again. I wanted him, crap did I want him. My loins came to life around the guy, but he was all ready walking away. My animal magnetism obviously wasn’t working.