With great curves a guy can die for. Just coz she was my cousins friend I never tried to hit on her as I wanted to be Mr Innocent in front of my famil....It was a couple dance and as you guys know there would be a lot of steps where u got to lift ya partner, hold her hands and by her waist and our dance also had all these..She was around 45 to 50 kilos, so lifts were definitely not a problem for me. We were practicing our steps for the first 30 seconds of the song in which I wasn’t supposed to. " Or her head examined," she said, looking up at me and lifting one eyebrow."You look fantastic," I said."Thank, you, Bobby," she said, her voice odd."And nobody else in the neighborhood jogs and stays in shape like you do," I said, realizing I had gotten a little personal in my comments."You're a sweet boy," she said.That deflated me. Boys don't want to be thought of as, "sweet." We want to be thought of as, "hunks" or, "jocks" or maybe, "handsome," but, "sweet" doesn't do it. Next thing you. ”“Come on, tell me. I’d tell you if it was me.”“Well it ain’t, and I’m not ready to talk about it.”“Fine, be that way asshole.” I could tell I’d hurt Scott, but I really didn’t want to talk about Mandy with anybody yet. “Why don’t you just go to her place? What are you doing here?” He turned back around and stomped back up the stairs. I could tell the best thing was for me to leave. In a day or two, he would be over things, and we could talk it out.Once I was outside, I checked my phone. “plz. I know how much you like fucking me when I'm wearing a mini," she whispers.She glances at the clock on the nightstand and mutters a soft curse before getting off the bed."I have to get moving," she tells me as she gathers her clothing and heads to the bathroom.I don a robe and head to the kitchen and pull a can of Coke from the fridge. I pop the top on one can and light a smoke as I wait for her to reappear. Wendy appears sometime later looking pretty much like she did when she arrived. She.