ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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- Jul 16, 2013
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Oh nothing!” he said almost too dramatically, and with a hitch in his voice.
If she were one of the girls he hung out with back on the beach the answer would simply be: “crotch shot”, “crotch shot”, “doggie style”. But this was Bunhead, and there was something about the way she moved that made him feel … well, that wouldn’t be the right thing to say.
Still, Carson had a very real problem. Even being Bunhead, she pointed out that he couldn’t take his eyes off of what she was doing. What was a growing problem with those tight board shorts of his was now becoming a really unavoidable center of attention.
He reached into his pocket, grabbing the scrap of newspaper he kept from yesterday and throwing it to her. Quickly turning away, he hopped on his board and started to bound up the stairs trying to hide the tent in his shorts. “I read there is a ballet showcase, there in the paper,” he asked. Now back in his element, he lept up so the board was sliding down the stairs guardrail. He had to lift his arms upward, pulling his stomach taut to make the move complete. Immediately, he deftly bound up a level in order to gain some air from a step. It was all a distraction to him to get his mind off the dancer, but being able to lift off the ground, pull his ripped abs off the ground and be one with the board was the best feeling in the world.
Landing he had to spin, to finish the 360° in a half bend, his bottom pressing against those shorts towards the prostrate girl. Looking through his legs to where she was in the grass, still hiding his ‘enhanced condition’, he said, “Is that something you are doing, and do I get permission to see that?”
If she were one of the girls he hung out with back on the beach the answer would simply be: “crotch shot”, “crotch shot”, “doggie style”. But this was Bunhead, and there was something about the way she moved that made him feel … well, that wouldn’t be the right thing to say.
Still, Carson had a very real problem. Even being Bunhead, she pointed out that he couldn’t take his eyes off of what she was doing. What was a growing problem with those tight board shorts of his was now becoming a really unavoidable center of attention.
He reached into his pocket, grabbing the scrap of newspaper he kept from yesterday and throwing it to her. Quickly turning away, he hopped on his board and started to bound up the stairs trying to hide the tent in his shorts. “I read there is a ballet showcase, there in the paper,” he asked. Now back in his element, he lept up so the board was sliding down the stairs guardrail. He had to lift his arms upward, pulling his stomach taut to make the move complete. Immediately, he deftly bound up a level in order to gain some air from a step. It was all a distraction to him to get his mind off the dancer, but being able to lift off the ground, pull his ripped abs off the ground and be one with the board was the best feeling in the world.
Landing he had to spin, to finish the 360° in a half bend, his bottom pressing against those shorts towards the prostrate girl. Looking through his legs to where she was in the grass, still hiding his ‘enhanced condition’, he said, “Is that something you are doing, and do I get permission to see that?”