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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 6, 2007 19:57:22 GMT -5
The neon lights glinted off of the sparkles on the dark blue ball. Ricardo stared straight ahead, narrowing his eyes at the single pin that lingering just on the edge of the lane. Slowly he raised the ball up, holding in level with his nose. "You are mine," he whispered to the pin as his eyes locked in. With a few long and deliberate steps he moved the ball behind him. Once he reached the edge of the lane he smoothly let his hand release the ball, giving it just the right spin. He stayed crouched down as his hand stayed jutted outward, the same position it was in as it let the ball go. While on one knee he focused all of his concentration on the ball, willing it to continue its path. The ball spun beautifully, curving along the edge of the lane before making its way towards the target. Rick’s muscles tightened, but remained still. His breath was held as he watched the final moments of the ball's path. It nicked the pin and then disappeared into the abyss behind. Eyes grew wide as he watched the glowing pin wobble across the lane. His fingers slowly made a fist, trying to crush the pin into defeat.
"Damn it all to hell," he declared as the pin settled on its base. It stood tall, almost mocking him. At least he thought. As he muttered beneath his breath he took his seat and waited for the ball to return. He took a long drink of Dr. Pepper to cool his nerves. Ever since he started playing at a club across the street, he had been making regular trips to get his bowl on. Unfortunately he wasn't the best and it drove him crazy. So of course much of his free time has gone towards mastering the stupid game.
As if embarrassing himself in front of a huge group of nobodies wasn’t enough, the male’s ball had gotten stuck. Actually, there was no official, ‘your bowling ball is stuck in some pipe that you have never seen nor heard of’ blinking on the screen above his lane, but he’d pretty much figured it was; considering the fact that a good eight minutes had passed. Or maybe, it’d been four… Hell, who was counting? Ricardo stood to his feet and stifled a yawn before edging over toward a rack of balls, that just so happened t be strategically placed beside his lane. What good luck he had, eh? Hah, perhaps it wasn’t necessarily luck more like… careful planning.
The male faltered as the voice of another crept into his ear. Rick had spent most of his pregame preparation, trying to get a lane as far away from small children as possible. Maybe he wasn’t so lucky, for one had managed to stumble upon him. Couldn’t blame the child; his radiance was just too hard to resist. Okay, enough with the jokes. As Ricardo spun on his heel a rather smug grin played with his lips. He was ready to emit a false-friendly chuckle, and usher the child back to ‘mommy’. The last thing he needed besides, picking up another job, shutting the shop down, and running out of food at his place, had to be a forty year old woman going on about him ‘kidnapping her children’. That one had happened way too many times before. And for the record, on that faithful day, Ricardo was actually giving the small ones candy. It was Halloween for crying out loud! Seriously, he wasn’t that bad.
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 7, 2007 15:16:30 GMT -5
Bowling... What a magnificent sport, eh? With all the eye, hand, and ball coordination and all. And, not to mention, the pins. Oh, who could possibly forget those white things with a red stripe around them, staring at you coldly with their weird shaped heads and no eyes, waiting to see if you hit or miss. They seem to mock you, laughing at you when you miss them, or fall in fear as you strike them on the long, polished lane that takes you to them. But Ryan didn't think so. She hated bowling. She just came because it was a Friday night, her friends wanted her to some, and she needed to get out of the house. So, it landed her here, watching as her friends had a merry time. The teen picked up a cup that was filled to the brim with Mountain Dew, her crack, as she called it. Without the Dew, she was nothing. A bag of opened Doritos sat next to the pop neatly, awaiting a petite and tan hand to slide inside of it's body and grab one of those tasty cheesed flavored chip. Which Ryan did so almost immediately after taking a drink of her crack.
Caramel eyes fell upon one of her friends, Tasha, who was up to bowl. She grabbed a pink glittery ball, with a large 'T' embedded in it in black. Ryan then ran her hand through her hair idly, feeling how soft and smooth it was. it was straightened, as always. Kicking a bag that was next to her, she heard the ball escape Tasha's hand, land onto the lane, and begin to roll down. it went right in the middle, and as soon as you think it would be a gutter, bam! it curved, hitting the center one delicately, knocking all of them over. her friend squealed with delight, then turned around and smiled brightly.Good job, Tash! Ryan called to her friend. Standing up, she pulled down her jean mini Hollister skirt, then fixed her black boy tank. So simple, yet so elegant. Her outfit was completed by some hoop earrings and a black pearl necklace. her shoes were white ballet flats with black polka dots all over them. Walking up the small flight of four stairs to the place where you play games and buy food, Ryan walked slowly over towards the right, following the little path all the way down.
A boy caught her attention. He seemed to be somewhat pissed for missing some pins. Ryan couldn't help but let a little snort of laughter out. People get so serious over things, especially guys. Running her hand through her hair once again, she stopped and pulled out her orange EnV as 'Heels Over head' by Boys Like Girls began to blare off. Flipping open her phone, she read the text message. Her fingers then began to fly over the small keyboard on her phone. After she sent it, she put it back into her skirt pocket snuggly, then walked down some stairs closest to Ricardo. Ryan then acted like she was looking for a ball. Examining all the old and nasty looking balls, she shrugged to herself, giving up rather quickly. Turning around, she looked at the guys score, then smirked some. Letting herself clear out her throat, she peeped up,Hey,
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 7, 2007 15:46:00 GMT -5
After a short sigh and a brief shrug, the male figure plopped himself down onto a chair not too far away from the start of his lane and the bowling ball thing. Or whatever the hell it was called. In reality, the name of the complicated piece of machinery didn’t matter to him for other than the lost ball, Ricardo had no connection to it whatsoever, and personally didn’t plan on gaining some. Honestly, the only way to become that close to such an object was for him to gain a job in either bowling or machinery. Psht, both of the ideas were for laughs. Ricardo, working as the manager of the local bowling spot? Please. For starters, his father would probably beat the shit out of him for sinking so low, and well other than that very reason –which was enough to change his mind about anything- ‘Cardo just didn’t see himself fit for the job. Sure, bowling was a fun, once every three months sort of deal, but did he really dream about working at the Midnight Bowl? Nope, not really.
Hah, a smirk adorned his features at the very thought it if all and a chuckle soon ensued, “Bowling..” Emitting the single word aloud just caused for the situation to become just that more humorous to him. All the same though, there were other things within this young male’s mind that needed to be sorted out, aside from his future bowling career. Already bored with sitting still, Ricardo stood to his feet once more, pulling his arms behind his back in a quick stretch before rotating his shoulder blades. How much more of this torture would he be able to take? When would he finally just ditch the ball and head for the exit? Hell, when would someone appear that would be able to relieve him of his misery?
Evidently in three seconds.
Resisting a smug grin he spun on his heel in order to face the new companion whilst parting his lips to mutter a, “hey” in reply. It took Ricardo a moment to tag the face with a name, but sooner rather than later the appropriate title popped into his mind; Ryan. Because of their lack of common ground and yet to be established relationship, Rick found himself at a loss for words. Okay, well that was a lie. Ricardo always had something to say no matter the situation; however he generally held back in order to spare the feelings of others. Why the male figure possessed such an amount of compassion was behind him, but he did and well, the population of the world had to be thankful for that much.
“Ryan, right?” Arched brow, Ricardo waned forward and closer onto the female figure, his weight rested upon the back of his past seat. In truth, the only reason that he’d remembered her name was because of the fact that it was well… Ryan. Seriously, how many chicks did you meet that had acquired such a title; one that was generally considered masculine?
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 7, 2007 16:04:44 GMT -5
'Ryan, right?'
Okay... so he did know her. Now, all she needed to do was put his face on a figure, get the name, and everything would be peachy. The male was obviously about a foot taller than her, seeing as she was very small in her frame. His tallness made her squirm some in his gaze. What the hell, Ryan? You never show fear. Never ever! Now why are you going to do so to a guy? Well, many thoughts ran into her mind. he could easily pick her up and throw her somewhere. And that's not what she wanted at this point in time. Ryan was getting a little pissed off by staying here with her friends. She needed to leave! Pulling her skirt down some, she rubbed the back of her neck subconsciously, then bit her lower lip hard enough to make a single droplet of blood come and fall into her mouth, right dab on her tongue. The taste of it made her lick her lips in half disgust, half awe.Yep, that's me. And you're... Ricardo? It took Ryan a moment or two to finally remember his face. I mean, who could forget such a good looking dude? Not many girls, that's for sure.
But, Ryan was aware of 'Cardo's actions and such, and tried to avoid him at all costs. Looks like she didn't do well this time, eh? Rolling her shoulders some, she shifted her weight on her left leg, her arms crossing across her chest loosely. Scanning Ricardo some, she gave him a smug little grin, then smirked rather slyly. With a flick of her head, she pushed her bangs away from her face, revealing her eyes. Taking both of her hands, she then began to play around with her necklace, looking down at them idly. So, what could she possibly say to the somewhat man whore? 'Hey, let's go to a dorm and bang.' Ahaha. That sounded pretty good to Ryan. Laughing mentally at her thoughts, she cleared her throat once again, then said,So, uh.. how's your game going? Stupid question... taking a finger, she itched the bottom left side of her lip some, then took out her phone when the song began to blare out once again. Her fingers repeated what they always did on the keyboard, she sent the message, then tucked her phone away once again.
Sometimes Ryan just wished she wasn't even alive. I mean, she loves her friends and stuff, but sometimes she just couldn't take all the pressure she normally had. For instance, she's arguing with her mom over text messages just because she forgot to take out the trash. Big whoop. It didn't mean her mom had to flip out on her like she always does. Now she knew why she came here with her friends: to get away from her mother. Sighing heavily, she was happy she let that out. She had been suppressing that since before she got here, and she just needed to let it out. Ryan then cleared her mind of all negative thoughts, then but on a chipper smile and hyper attitude.
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 7, 2007 16:28:16 GMT -5
Bingo! And she was tonight’s winner. What would this lady receive? Eh, aside from the big heap of nothing that would arrive at her doorstep the following morning, she’d narrowly missed a cynical remark as well as an exaggerated, yet playful eye roll. Whoop for her. Heh, pushing those thoughts aside, Ricardo just managed a short nod in response as he stole a moment in order to allow for his eyes to linger on her body, before her actual facial attributes once more. “Eh, formally known as Michael,” his first name rolled off of his tongue in an angsty manner. Oddly enough, Ricardo had grown to hate the name over the years. Various reasons and all slightly special in a certain case.
He yawned, covering his mouth, eyes watering as if she’d already committed the crime of boring him. He soon followed up with a smirk, indicating that he was only joking though, just in case the female had taken it to heart or something. You know those women, so irritable and always blowing things out of proportion. Rick faltered at the inquiry but found himself chuckling in reply only moments later. “How do you think it’s doing?” He cast his chocolate brown hues toward the screen hovering over his lane and then shook his head, slightly disappointed. “I pretty much suck, in case you couldn’t tell” but being the somewhat of a perfectionist that he was, the Moore son wouldn’t ‘suck’ for much longer. If anything, Ricardo was up for drilling himself until he was the best bowler in the state. Well, maybe not in this case, but one would understand the overall idea.
“Who are you here with?” Ah, the question had slipped rather abruptly, but Ricardo wouldn’t steal his words away from the air with a quick cover. As if one hadn’t guessed, he’d wanted to know and why hide the curiosity? It was a sign that he cared, or something of the sort. Correct? Yes. Ricardo cared enough to ask who she was there with because evidently, he wanted to know. Hahaha. Yupp, that was logical enough. The answer could have been hiding just beyond her shoulder; therefore the senior male stole a peak past here, which wasn’t that difficult considering the height difference. Unfortunately, Rick wasn’t too sure about Ryan’s regular crowd and what not, so he wasn’t necessarily able to pin who she’d been with. Sure, there were various sets of teens sporadically placed throughout the establishment, but which –if any- were there with Ryan?
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 7, 2007 17:02:06 GMT -5
'Eh, formally known as Michael'
Huh... Michael? Ryan never heard him being called Michael. Maybe it was a joke? Who really knew? Well, Ricardo and his family, that's for sure. Snorting some, she nodded half way, then watched him roll his eyes at her. Sticking her tongue out at him in pure mock, she smiled somewhat, then shifted her weight on her opposite leg. He seemed to be pretty pissed off at his score, but what could she do? Nothing. Listening to him talk, she nodded her head, then looked up her score board once again. Huh... well, his would be better than hers any day. Looking back at what Ricardo was looking at, or what he was trying to look at, then pointed with her slender index finger her group of obnoxious teens.That would be my group. But, I'm the only one not bowling. Bowling scares me...
Letting both of her slender and tan arms fall to her sides, Ryan stood straight up, trying to steal some height. But it didn't help much. He was still what seemed to be a giraffe to her, anyways. Ryan then took a hand and placed it behind her, where one of the bowling ball racks were. She then leaned on it, looking around idly. What conversation could she muster up next? When Ryan came up with nothing, she clicked her tongue a few times, then looked down at her ballet flats. She thought she looked pretty today, even though her outfit was simple and easy. But her make up was the only bitch that she had problems with. it didn't seem to go on right today, which made her super pissed. But, she finally got it to where she wanted it to be, which was good for her.
Looking at her nails, they were coated with a new layer of hot pink. She loved how the color of her nails popped out, especially with her outfit. She wasn't wearing anything pink, but she didn't care. She bought it just recently and loves how it looks. It makes her feel all spunky and chipper every time she looks at them. Keeping another sigh inside her small frame, Ryan looked back up at 'Cardo, who was looking like she was still searching for something. Shrugging it off, Ryan smiled a little, then giggled to herself softly. Boys were funny.
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 7, 2007 17:23:34 GMT -5
Ricardo keyed into the conversation going on across the establishment; there was nothing exciting going on around there, just the average teen exchange which included homework, bitching about teachers and well the daily gossip. Eh, no wonder the female had wondered off away from the group, aside from her fear of the bowling alley. Rick hid a surge of disgust and quickly averted his attention back onto Ryan, his hands in his pockets, brow furrowed and brown hues upon her; only her. “That seems like it poses a bit of a problem,” psht. No shit. Though his comment on the matter was border line ‘Captain Obvious’, Ricardo continued on, “Why’d you even come if you weren’t going to bowl?” Eyebrow uplifted once more, a quizzical look contorted his features.
You’d never catch him tagging along with the group just for the hell, and that was for damned sure. Especially if he wasn’t necessarily up for what the activities of the day would be. One could call it stubborn and another would call it common sense, but Ricky had been brought up to lead, not follow and therefore he pretty much didn’t ‘go with the flow’ with most things. Considering this fact, the male wasn’t uptight nor contentions either… he just liked to lead. That and he was never really one for taking part in things that he wasn’t good at, and had no intention on gaining skill. Tasks such as bowling fit into this category, and the only reason that he was even in the establishment was because of a whim that had taken over just an hour beforehand.
“Ah, and what about the sport scares you?” he stressed the term ‘sport’ as if to put emphasis on the fact that he didn’t consider it as one, “Want me to beat the big, bad pins away?” A hint of mockery was laced within Ricardo’s tone, but it was all in good fun. It wasn’t as if he was trying to make her feel bad about herself or something of the sort. Heh, he only did such things when he knew someone well enough or just generally disliked it. The case was quite different for this one. Ryan was a looker, he’d give her that much and well, he didn’t have too much more to go on, since this had to be the first two minutes that he’d every exchanged words with her.
And instantly, Rick found himself wanting to learn a little more, go a little further with this who acquaintance thing. He hadn’t met a decent girl in Holyoke since he’d moved into the area, and that was aside from the ones that currently held a spot on his contacts list. At this point, Ryan seemed good enough to be used as a source of entertainment. So far she’d kept his interest and had even gotten the male to ask a few questions which was indeed quite the accomplishment. Yeah, he’d definitely want to take this to either friends or something more. Besides, he had the weekend to kill and no prior arrangements.
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 7, 2007 17:45:08 GMT -5
It's a huge problem... Ryan said in sarcasm. She watched Ricardo, then smirked some. She would just like to be home, riding her horses, or doing something that takes place at the stables. Anything. The voice of Ricky was droned out by Ryan's own thoughts, her mind polluting her thoughts in some way or another. Once it was an extremely long wait for Ricky to wait for her response, Ryan snapped back into reality. She giggled somewhat to herself, then shrugged. She didn't know what was so scary about it. Maybe it was because a bowling ball fell on her foot when she was 9 and broke it? Yeah, I think that's it. Listening to what 'Cardo said next made Ryan laughed a little. He was being really funny to her for some reason. Running a hand through her hair, Ryan soon realized she always did that. it was a habit, she guessed.You would do that for me? Ryan teased. She smirked at Ricardo, then looked around.
Beginning to walk back up the stairs, she looked at the small game room. it looked like fun. Walking over towards it, she sat down in one of those racing games, then looked back. She was wondering if Ricky would come over here. She really wanted him to, but she didn't know why. She felt like she needed to invest more time into this dude, even if this was their first actually conversation with each other. Sighing loudly, Ryan took out her phone and began to look through the pictures she had taken recently. They were all of her and her friends being goofy, as usual. Laughing some at one of the pictures, Ryan then shut her phone and put it back into her pocket. Beginning to mess around with her necklace once again, she smiled to herself. How the hell did she just start a conversation with a hot guy? She would never know, but she was happy she did...
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 7, 2007 18:44:30 GMT -5
“I would, but then what would I get out of the deal?” The question hung in the air for a moment, as if he was seriously thinking about it, wondering what would come from offering his assistance, “Like, more time with you or something?” He spoke as if the very idea was a joke in itself, though Ricardo wouldn’t necessarily turn down such an agreement. On the contrary, he’d steal up on that opportunity without a moment of hesitation. As mentioned earlier, the male had taken to liberty to decide that he wanted to learn more about or even get to know this ‘Ryan’, and well, the only way to do that would be to pursue her, correct? Well, good thing that Rick wasn’t the type to let such an opening slide through his fingertips, otherwise he’d find himself in a mood of despair and longing; such emotion was foreign to him and would best be left that way.
A huge problem, eh?
Hah, without a doubt Ricardo would be able to figure out a solution to that one in no time. As a matter of fact, he already had a certain idea in mind and was just about to emit it, until Ryan turned her back and started off. Now, where the hell she was going was beyond this figure. To tell the truth, there was now only one main thing on mind; to follow or not to follow, that was the question. Deliberation over this one for a moment, Rick slid a hand over his hair and then both into the pockets of his jeans before finally taking to Ryan’s trail. “Didn’t you ever learn your manners? The simple question wafted up the staircase as Moore made his way up and then proceeded to rest his backside against the banister. He feigned confusion before crossing his arms loosely over his chest and surveying his new surroundings.
“I was just about to offer up a way to solve that little problem of yours, but I guess you’re not interested, eh?” Okay, enough with the inquiries. What was he, a frickin’ detective or something? Damn, there went another. It was true; this was the first time that he’d ever really taken to asking someone questions, or well this many for that matter and the fact simply confused him which led to more. However, though Ricardo’s current thoughts were quite muddled, he refused to show such a fact to the inside world, and his face remained composed. The normal smirk made its self comfortable upon his lips as he watched Ryan for a moment before slipping across the room and towards her, a mischievous twinkle within his eye.
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 8, 2007 11:18:15 GMT -5
Oh? And what kind of deal would it have to be? Time might be acceptive, though.. Ryan replied. She looked back from where she was sitting, an intrigued expression on her facial features. The only thing that was running through her mind was what would Ricardo ask for. Laughing some in her mind, Ryan stood up, making sure to show off a little leg before actually pulling her short skirt down some more. Grinning to herself, the teen walked up to 'Cardo, then took a slim finger. She then ran it down Rick's jawline, smirking playfully. Taking her finger back, then, hastily, she found a single chair that was in the little game room and sat down on it, crossing her legs. Yawning a little, she watched Rick, watching his movements. He interested her greatly, and she wanted to find out more about him. And she just might have had the idea that would let her ask... Bending down some on the chair, Ryan rested her left elbow on her left knee, then put her hand on the side of her neck. How she bent over like that let some of her cleavage show, and also, her bright pink bra. Smirking some, mainly to herself, Ryan then listened to him.
'Didn’t you ever learn your manners?'
Haha. Did she ever learn manners? Not at all. giggling at that question, she shook her head, then ran a hand through her hair a few times. With her right index finger, she began to twirl some strands of hair around, watching it with intense caramel eyes idly. Boredom was creeping towards Ryan, and she needed to shoo it away. And quickly. Then hearing what else Ricardo said made her think for a little while. Huh... Now what could she say to that? Really? And what might have been what you were going to say? I'm very much intrigued by it... Ryan let her eyes travel up towards the guys face. Her eyes then looked straight into his. She then darted her eyes away from him, staring at a bright orange bowling ball idly, waiting for Rick to respond to her. What made this guy want to talk to her? I mean, she knew she was an all right looking gal, but come on... Standing back up once again, Ryan walked close to Ricardo again. This time, she stood there, her body nearly touching his, waiting to see what he would say. God, did she feel small right now, or what?
Pushing her bangs away from her eyes with a single flick of her head, Ryan rose an eyebrow, awaiting for Rick to answer. taking a whiff of the dude while she was close enough, she smirked some to herself. He smelt good. Ryan then brought her arms up to her chest, crossing them together loosely. Ryan just wanted to see what rick would say. Would he try to make a move or something? Or would he walk away? It was all up to him, now...
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 8, 2007 11:57:14 GMT -5
“I’d take time if that was all that you were going to offer,” heh. All he need was an hour, maybe more if things were to his liking. To idly flirt whilst across the room was one thing, but for this girl to take it to another level by committing the crime of actually the male figure was a complete other. For the two minutes before hand, a wild range of expectations had been floating through Ricardo’s mind. Sure, he’d already convinced himself that he wanted to get to know this Ryan character on a bit more of a personal level, but her latest actions had just upped the ante for him. Now it was plan –or shall we say personal duty- to take that to an up close and personal altitude. A smug grin appeared upon his features once more as he dropped his arms from across his chest, watching her every movement rather closely.
If anything, Ryan was definitely drawing in Mister Moore’s attention, whether by the amount of skin that she was revealing to the public or the finesse that was laced within her movements, she surely had Ricardo captivated. He didn’t budge an inch as she traced his jaw with a smooth finger tip and stole away across the room. He didn’t blink whilst she toyed with him by slouching over within her seat, showing off her chest as if she were some sort of tease. And he certainly didn’t hesitate to slide an arm around her waist, pulling her into him.
Ricardo paused for a moment, before actually parting his lips to answer; the feeling of Ryan’s body against his had caught him off guard for a moment. Though he’d been the one to actually initiate the connection between the two, the male still hadn’t truly expected this shock to rush over him. Ah, the joy that came with getting what you wanted, eh? Still, he couldn’t necessarily celebrate just yet, nothing had truly happened. The act of a deadly sin compelled his next actions, the compulsion of lust quickly took control of the situation. Ricardo would no longer be working the situation according to the average mindset. Oh no, his body was now in control of the situation.
He pressed his lips almost dangerously onto her ear, as a light bit of laughter escaped his tongue, “I was going to suggest that..” Ricardo paused, his right hand on the small of her back, voice smooth. Heh, almost calm in a sense, despite the raging desire within him, “we get out of here.” There was honestly not a damned reason for him to remain in such a dull establishment, especially if the female within his grasps was to agree to the deal. As a matter of fact, Rick actually already had a place in mind, but he wasn’t about to go spitting out any details just yet; not until she agreed. And the male doubted that she wouldn’t.
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 8, 2007 12:18:01 GMT -5
The nerves inside Ryan's body jumped, making her feel hot, then cold all at the same time. The feeling of an arm snaking around her waist, and the action of her being pulled close to Ricardo, Ryan was sure where this was probably going to go. And, she didn't mind one bit. Feeling her heart speed up some made her question herself. She was certain she wanted this to happen, but flashbacks of what happened to her the first time she had sex made her gulp in somewhat fear. Her breathing seemed to stop as she felt Rick's body heat, but she soon calmed herself by taking a few deep, yet subtle, breaths. She wasn't going to ruin this. Not now. The sensation of his body on hers made her go wild inside her mind. Not only did she like this, but she was liking where this was probably heading. Call her a whore, whatever, but she loved sex. Sexaholic, really.
Ricardo's hot breath was now on her ear, his lips practically touching it. She shuddered in both excitement and fear as she listened to his words. Nodding obediently like she was some kind of dog listening to his master, Ryan looked up at Rick, then grinned almost devilishly. Unwrapping his hand off of her waist, then, Ryan rolled her shoulders a little, then began to walk over towards where her friends were. Telling them she was leaving made them make that 'boo'ing noises, but she then made an excuse saying that Ricardo was going to help her with something. They all laughed, then began to make jokes about him cleaning out her 'pipes' and shit. Shaking her head, she smacked one of the guys' heads, then walked back over towards 'Cardo. Smiling at him somewhat, she placed his arm back where it was, on her waist, then yawned a little more. She wanted to act tired. She didn't know why, but she just wanted to.
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 8, 2007 12:44:09 GMT -5
Her shudder caused for him to raise a curious eyebrow, for he couldn’t quite read her face at the current moment. Was she scared or excited? Eh, for some odd reason Ricardo was bringing himself to believe that it was somewhat of both. Yeah.. that had to be it. After all, how often did one meet a stranger in a bowling alley and then find themselves leaving within five minutes of being introduced? Honestly, Ryan should have been scared. She didn’t quite know it yet, but this male character was definitely one to fear. Rick struck terror into the hearts of others for reasons besides physical violence at the average verbal beatings. Though those weren’t uncommon, the senior male would much rather manipulate people; flip their own feelings and emotions in order to be used as a tool of… destruction, if you will.
He watched her curiously as she began browsing the books then smiled once he found himself peering back into her dangerous hazel mirrors. He felt a strong urge to just reach out and caress her skin; the ivory skin that made looking at it feel like silk. Ricardo stood erect as she wandered off and over onto her group. He took this moment to check his pockets for his phone, cash and keys, before heading over toward the door of the establishment in order to wait for her there. Whilst standing alone, Rick peaked at his phone for the time and managed to steal in a few text messages in that good two minute time span. Sliding the phone back into his pocket, he allowed for Ryan to replace his right hand upon her backside, as he used his left to swing open the door and usher her outside.
His heart asked for a bold move to be made that his brain couldn’t comprehend. The two organs began to banter back and forth as he continued to stand in front of Ryan with a look of confusion plastered across his features. Ricardo finally settled the score of the heart and brain by the way he took a step from aside her and onto the front. His hand reached for hers and upon the discovery, he entwined his fingers with hers and pulled her to him. His arm instinctively reached for her waist and grasped it in a subtle embrace. His free hand roamed the surface of her face, and a soft smile appeared on his face as his hand found itself tilting her head up to him. His lips almost instantly found hers and pressed gently against hers only to part slightly; however, his tongue did not ask for entrance. He continued to kiss her gently and once finished, he pulled away and placed his lips against her ear. He whispered softly, “Where’s your ride?”
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 8, 2007 12:58:32 GMT -5
Ricardo's sudden boldness took Ryan off guard. First, there was his hand grabbing onto her, his fingers then lacing with her own. She was happy about that. Holding onto his hand for what seemed to be dear life, she looked around the two figures, studying the darkening surrounding. next came his arm, pulling her even closer towards his own massive frame. Like there wasn't any room left between the two teens, Rick seemed to pull her on top of his body as he pulled her closer. Ryan couldn't help put let out a little giggle at that. The thing after that was his other large hand placed upon her face, stroking it gently, making her close her eyes for a split second. It made her feel like she was a cat being patted. It made her feel a little weird, put she soon pushed that aside. The thing that shocked her the most was his hand tilting her face upwards towards him, and his face coming down, his lips locking with Ryan's full ones. She stood there, somewhat froze, then shook herself mentally. Ryan took her free arm and tried to wrap it around Ricardo's neck. With somewhat success, she kept it there.
When 'Cardo pulled away, Ryan did so, too. But, rather reluctantly. Feeling his hot breath on her ear once again made her shiver. She loved how this guy toyed with her body, making her hormones rage immensely. Listening to his soft, yet very masculine, words, Ryan took a moment to respond. She was sort of in a daze, not really knowing anything but the fact that Ricardo just kissed her. Shaking her head subtly, she responded then, almost in a whisper.
[/size] My friends took me here because my car was out of gas. So, I don't have one here, I guess.. She probably sounded a little like a retard, but, all well.
Ryan took a few steps away from Rick's body then, letting her own body cool off. She still held his hand, which she toyed with by her fingers, then looked up at the clear night sky. It was beautiful. Looking back over at 'Cardo, Ryan then moved back over towards him, then looked up into his eyes. He seemed to have that mischievous look inside of them, like he knew what he was going to do, but wasn't going to tell anybody about it. And, right now, Ryan was liking that somewhat. Letting her hair fall in front of her face, Ryan, looked down at her shoes then, waiting for him to respond.
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 8, 2007 13:22:13 GMT -5
ehh. sorry it's short His move was a bold one, that much was certain; however, he wasn’t about to apologize for his action. He enjoyed it and found it rather lame when a boy would make a certain move then apologize quickly after. Yes, Ricardo was almost certain the male figure who had instigated the action wasn’t even in the least bit sorry, and he knew he wasn’t sorry. At the reply, he furrowed his brow and slid a hand into his pockets for his keys and began to swing them clockwise- then counter clockwise upon the index finger of the palm that had once been upon her back. “Fine. Mine then, eh?? The inquiry was that of a rhetorical one, for since she was currently in absence of a vehicle, which only left two others ways of transportation; his truck or the bus. And well, it was easy to say that Ricardo would much rather ride in his own F-104 rather than public bus. Besides, to do so would have been pointless, when he had a tank full of gas and a beautiful young woman to please. Fingers still entwined, Rick led the way through the parking lot, toward a midnight black Ford.
With a mischievous gleam within his eye, the male first unlocked the passenger side door and then jogged over onto the driver’s side. At this point, he had several options, but majority of so depended upon his new companion. Sliding the key into the ignition, Ricardo turned his gaze onto Ryan expectantly, “You don’t have some sort of curfew, do you?” Eyebrow cued, Ricardo began to chuckle at the very idea. Honestly, what kind of kids had curfews? Oh yeah, that’s right; those with parents that actually care. Neither bitter nor downcast by the thought, Ricky just proceeded to revving the engine and placing his phone onto the freshly cleansed cup holder that sat to his side. Still awaiting an answer, the sinful teen pondered on whether or not it’d be appropriate for them to head over to his place.
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 8, 2007 13:36:57 GMT -5
Hahaha. A curfew? Psh.. few teens their age had a curfew. Getting inside the truck, Ryan closed the passenger door after she got in, then looked over at Ricardo. Shaking her head at his question, she let herself then slink down. It felt good to sit down again. Watching Rick with a playfully smirk on her face, Ryan let a hand roam over her face, pushing away any hair that was in front of it. She then took that hand and placed it on 'Cardo's right leg, dangerously close to his crotch. Letting her head then rest on the back of the seat, Ryan looked out of the passenger window, then yawned a little bit more. She was wondering where they were going, if they were going to go anywhere at all. Hearing the engine then made her now wonder where they where about to head to. The rhythmic sound of the engine being revved made her close her eyes for a second, then open them once again.
Where we going?
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 8, 2007 14:00:18 GMT -5
Where are we going?
The answer to that one was simple, “Anywhere you want.” Finally pressing a foot onto the gas, Ricardo peeled out of the parking lot and onto one of the main roads, waiting for her command. However, her sudden touch quickly set his original idea in stone, as he turned down a street that would soon lead to his place. All the same, if she mentioned something or some place of interest, he’d be more than willing to chance directions, but for now Ricardo would be happy enough to just continue upon their current path. The senior male pressed his tongue onto the top of his mouth, causing a light ‘clucking’ sound, while he continued to caress the leather of the steering wheel with his bare palms.
His attention averted from that of the pavement underneath the vehicle once he caught sight of the female adjusting her clothing. From what he could tell, she was already undressing herself, and it truly would take of the self-control that he had to not pull over right that moment and have at it. Hah, and truly this was saying a lot considering the fact that this male possessed almost no control whatsoever. At a stop sign, Ricky took a moment to fully turn his head into Ryan’s direction in order to view the piercing. Intrigued by the design of the piece of jewelry, the Moore soon took a moment to stretch out his hand in order to finger its small details and brush his warm fingertips across Ryan’s skin lightly.
“Might as well take it all the way off,” playfully, Ricardo replaced his hand on the wheel and hit the gas once more, his eyes still upon Ryan. There was truly no need for him to be concerned with traffic and what not, considering the fact that most teens wouldn’t be on the road again for another hour tops, when all of the local areas took to closing time and everyone’s parents began to arrive at their rightful abodes. With this fact still in mind, Rick decided that it’d be best to focus his eyes upon the streets, for there was always a cop to watch out for. His current chain of unpaid speeding tickets still needed to be taken care of and another stop in addition would only piss the father figure off onto a greater extent than usual.
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 8, 2007 14:21:44 GMT -5
Ryan watched as Rick pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. Seeing as there were not any cars on the road made her wonder why there weren't there always was a car or two at this time of night, cruising along their way to a party or whatnot. Deciding to not care about it any longer, Ryan listened to Ricardo reply to her, but didn't say anything back. Chances are, they were going to his place. And, she didn't care. Letting herself let out a subtle sigh, she let herself close her eyes for a few moments before opening them back up when he spoke.
'Might as well take it all the way off,'
Ryan giggled some at that. When she felt 'Cardo's hand slide on top of her stomach, it made her shiver some. She bit her lower lip, then placed the hand that was once on his leg onto his hand, smirking somewhat. When he took the hand away, she rested it on her stomach. Feeling his eyes still on her for the time being, she looked over at him. It took everything she had to stop herself from pouncing on him like some kind of feline and begin to make out with him. Instead, she just looked out at the road in front of the hefty vehicle, awaiting to be stopped, wherever they were going.
Don't tempt me...
[/color] Ryan teased. She took another glance at 'Cardo, then scooted a little closer to him. When she was nearly touching his side, she brought her legs up onto the seat, resting them on it, and placed her hand back onto his leg. She smirked some, then looked up at him.
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 9, 2007 11:45:54 GMT -5
Ricardo laughed aloud at her words, though it wasn’t an insolent chortle, this one was simply in a playful manner. Oh the irony, here she was speaking as if she was the one who couldn’t control herself, when it was truly him. Although Ricardo had little to no idea about what type of person this Ryan character was, he did know himself and he was positive that the only one was remotely dangerous within the vehicle at that moment, when it came to some sort of temptation just had to be him. “ That’s hardly fair,” the dialect slipped through his parted lips as he rotated the steering wheel, sending the vehicle down his own street, “ in that case, you can’t tempt me either.” Chocolate brown hues lingered upon Ryan’s bare stomach for a moment; Ricardo literally had to bury himself back into his seat and concentrate on keeping his foot upon the gas in order to avoid pulling over at that very moment. They were just moments away, but still he felt as if he was in one of those twisted dreams. As if no matter how fast he drove, or how long he actually did wait, he’d never truly reach his destination. Now this concept applied both literally and metaphorically, but only one of the two mattered at this point in time. His truck was not about to smell like sex. [my brother wanted me to put that one in. xDD][/color][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 9, 2007 11:56:23 GMT -5
Aw.. How come? Ryan asked. She looked at Ricardo, then fluttered her eyes some. She loved battering her eyelashes to men. It was funny. Letting her bangs invade her right eye, covering it up with a blanket of chocolaty hair, Ryan let her hand slip off of Rick's leg, letting it rest on the seat. Yawning, she looked at the houses that were darting around them. Seeing their porch lights on like they were waiting for someone to stop by at this time of night made no sense to Ryan whatsoever. Letting one of her legs slip off of the seat, she looked out of the window, watching the road. She was guessing that they were going to his place, noting that she lived the exact opposite way. Letting her eyes droop somewhat, she rubbed them lazily, then looked up at 'Cardo. She hoped he could keep her up.
[/color] Are your parents home? Ryan asked him. She looked up at him expectingly, waiting for an answer. If they were, that would suck for her, because she was somewhat loud. Haha. Running her hands through her hair, she let her hand travel up her leg, resting it right on her thigh. Smirking some to herself, she glanced over at Ricardo, then back at the road. She never felt like somebody's house was this far away than what she felt like tonight. She'd bet if she got out of the car she would be able to get there faster, wherever his house was, exactly.
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 9, 2007 12:20:01 GMT -5
Parents? Did he even have any? The senior heart breaker seriously had to muse over this inquiry before coming to an inaudible answer. Ricardo shook his head, stifling a short laugh. His guardians worked far too hard and too much to ever even steal a wink of sleep, let alone sit at home on a Friday night. At this point in time, they were both probably barricaded in separate office under hordes of paper work and empty bottles of Excedrin.
Ech. Shit. Why’d he have to live so far away from the damned bowling alley. One would believe that because of the quaintness of the town that everything was thirty seconds away from everything else. Hah, guess not. Turning the keys in the ignition, shutting off the engine, Ricardo turned to face Ryan. The original mischief that once danced within his eye soon returned as he pressed his lips to hers with no hesitation and slid his hand over hers, caressing the skin of her thigh while doing so. “Because, I’m not much of one for resisting temptation,” Ricky muttered the words suavely and almost softly into her ear before kissing her neck playfully.
Ricardo navigated his palm past hers, trailing his fingertips up the smooth of her thigh and just barely past the trim of her skirt. Meanwhile, the young male’s lips managed to find Ryan’s once more and he smirked into his next kiss, laying on her rather roughly. “Now get out of the car,” a smirk adorned the young male’s lips as he dropped the keys into his pocket and slid through the door. Despite his command from just moments before, Ricardo rounded the car in what seemed like the blink of an eye and slid open the passenger’s side so that she wouldn’t have to do it on her own. Now all the girl had to do was slide out and into his arms.
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 9, 2007 13:36:02 GMT -5
Ryan watched Ricardo shake his head, then nodded to herself. She then felt Rick's lips on her own, and she happily returned the kiss greatly. Feeling his hand inch towards her own, then move onto her thigh, she smirked in amusement. Feeling his hot breath on her skin made her groan subtly, and she then took a hand and ran it through his hair. Letting her lips press harder onto 'Cardo's, she felt him pull away. So, she did so, too. hearing his smooth voice made her shiver in excitement. Giggling a little to herself, Ryan watched Ricardo slide out of the driver's door, walk over towards the passengers door, and opened it. She gave him a naughty grin as he told her to get out of the car. Moving rather slowly, she jumped out, instantly wrapping her arms around 'Cardo's neck. Letting herself collapse onto his body made her feel good. She didn't feel like walking, anyways.
With a little push of her conscience, Ryan took one of Ricardo's hands into her own and held it, toying with it for a few moments. She then looked up at him, smiling warmly. My god, was he fine! Letting her hair flow behind her delicately without combing a hand through it, Ryan looked down at the ground. She felt immensely small now that she was out of the car and standing next to 'Cardo. Licking her lips a little subconsciously, she then bit her lower lip. Only a couple feet and they would be inside his house. Alone. With only their raging hormones and many places to sit, or lay, upon. With a gentle roll of her shoulders, Ryan leaned upwards, kissing Ricky's lips briefly before pulling away, smirking. Such a commanding man, aren't you? I like that...
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Her eyes then darted off towards a ebony colored cat with a white stripe on its tail. It ran off towards a bush, disappearing with some yowling noises. Tilting her head some, she rose an eyebrow at the bush, then shrugged. Who knew what that cat was doing but that cat itself. Putting her caramel hues onto Ricardo's own eyes, she grinned mischievously, then took Rick's hand she was holding and slowly began to slide it under her shirt. With a giggle, she smiled up at him, then waited to see his reaction.
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 9, 2007 13:59:41 GMT -5
Ricardo merely smirked at her exaggerate movements. Was she seriously trying to get him to pull her out of the car? Though he was taking careful consideration as to not be, the male was rather rough when it came down to it. Oh, and one couldn’t forget that he ‘commanding’ as well. Heh, now whether or not that term was appropriate was besides him, but it would have to do for lack of a better word. He stretched his arms out in order to steady her landing, and didn’t falter in the slightest as she fell into his grasps. The feeling on its own was enough to get the male’s blood pumping. As somewhat of an involuntary action, Ricardo snaked one of his limps onto her waist whilst she steadily guided his other underneath the cloth that clad to her upper half.
Unable to help himself, Ricardo proceeded to pin the female against the side of his truck and press his lips onto hers once more, his fingertips still brushing her skin. He parted his lips, and brought his body closer onto hers, space wasn’t necessary in a moment such as this. The front door was only a moment away, but the senior was positive that he wouldn’t be able to withhold for another second; he had to have her. At this moment, Ryan was like the epitome of sexy, moving in every way that Ricardo felt that a woman should, and as one would have guessed, that didn’t happen all too often.
He broke away, his mouth less than a centimeter away, in order to reply to her latest comment with a simple, “Is that so?” His light brown gaze lingered upon her lips as he snuck his hand onto the clasp of her bra. Honestly to him it didn’t matter if they were outside or not. She’d tempted him and now the male could only take the bait, it was the way that his body responded to such actions and well… such bold movements hadn’t gotten him into trouble before, so why fix it if it ain’t broke? The old saying bounced around within his cranium as he returned his lips to hers, with no intention of pulling away anytime soon, unless it was to trail his mouth and tongue down other parts of her body.
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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 9, 2007 14:15:47 GMT -5
Ryan didn't have time to respond to Ricardo. She was pushed up against his truck, their lips locked with each other. Her tongue then tried to pry open his mouth, wanting to investigate his own. Lifting her left leg up slightly, she then replaced both of her arms around 'Cardo's neck, gaining some posture. His body was jammed on top of hers, and she was getting a little crammed into the vehicle. With a slight moan, she felt his hand snake to her back, toying around with her bra clasp. Giggling during the kiss, Ryan took a hand from his neck, still keeping it on the back of his neck, and pushed it forward towards her own face a bit.
Letting her body close onto Ricardo's own masculine frame, she felt his body heat as her own for the time. Pulling away slowly, only to kiss Ricardo even deeper, Ryan began to groan some. Just kissing him made her all hot and sweaty. Running a hand through his hair once again, she pulled away, her lips still touching his, then began to speak. When she did, though, she sounded like she was out of breath from all the kissing. Shouldn't we go inside? Some pervy old dudes could be watching us...
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Post by Ricardo Moore. on Sept 9, 2007 14:36:29 GMT -5
“Such a tease,” he mimicked her, licking his lips while prolonging his strides. Two could play at this came, and therefore Ricardo took extra precaution whilst closing the door to his truck and then slowly strolling to Ryan’s side, his gaze upon her being all the while. With one hand in his pocket, fishing around for his keys, Rick wrapped an arm around her playfully, and unlocked the door. Thrusting it open, he emitted a short laugh before swooping Ryan into his arms and off of her feet almost effortlessly, carrying her in almost newlywed style. Though he was playing at the moment, Ricardo couldn’t quite ignore the raging hormones that were once again beginning to take control because of the skin to skin moment they’d just experienced.
Honestly now, this was just taking too long. Ricky kicked the door closed him, and ambled over into the living room, the female still in his arms; she was as light as a feather. “Psht. Are you really that worried about ‘pervy old dudes’ right now?” mockery laced his words as he allowed for Ryan to slip out of arms and onto the couch. Oddly enough, the male was expecting for something else to be occupying her mind at the current moment, but then again to each his or rather her own. Ricardo dropped his keys onto the floor without much thought and shrugged off the thick letterman that had been clad to his arms and back for the last few hours. “Now, where were we?” The inquiry was that of a rhetorical one, for instead of actually awaiting an answer, Rick peeled off his shirt and leaned over to press his mouth onto Ryan’s.
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