Steven. Crazy on You. Colin Palmer
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Название: Steven. Crazy on You
Автор: Colin Palmer
Издательство: Издательские решения
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
isbn: 9788381045742
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They made out that way for some time, Steven ever aware that Brad and Cassie could come back at any time and spoil the moment. Glenda opened her eyes and looked at him, the pleasure evident on her face. She leaned forward to kiss him again. She was no longer thrusting at his hand but sort of maintaining the pressure and rotating her hips against him now. Steven felt one of her hands slide down off his shoulder into his lap, the contact even through his jeans made him involuntarily shudder.
“One day we’ll deal with that.” She whispered at him and Steven opened his eyes to look at her again. As their eyes met she grasped him through his jeans and gave him a little smile and a little squeeze down there. “Know what I mean?” she asked, quickly kissing him again before he could answer. “God, my first ever orgasm, I am so wet, that was unbelievable!”
The words were just tumbling out of her mouth now as she removed his hand from between her legs. Steven looked down as she adjusted her panties to cover herself. “I am so saturated” she half whispered, half giggled. She drew her skirt down and threw her arms around him again, kissing him hard on the lips. “You’re not saying much.”
Steven responded by putting one hand down directly onto her upper thighs this time, comfortable with their physical contact. His other arm was still around her waist and he pulled her closer and likewise, kissed her hard on the mouth. He was still stunned at the speed of all that had just occurred.
“When?” was all he could say, breathless and a bit befuddled.
“You haven’t said hardly a word since we sat down” she said.
“I mean when are we going to deal with this?” He glanced down toward his groin as he spoke. Glenda giggled again, but this time she jumped up and bounded over the table, her blonde hair trailing off behind her.
“C’mon” she yelled back at him “let’s go find the other two”.
“Hey, but when?” he yelled at her fleeing back.
Glenda stopped and turned around about five metres from him by now. She cocked her head to one side, and looked at him smiling.
“When I’m ready Steven”.
He hated that, all of a sudden he was Steven now.
“What’s wrong with now?” he mumbled frowning heavily at her.
She stopped smiling. “You’re serious aren’t you, our friends are just over there somewhere, I’ve only just met you, it’s late, and you expect me to give you a hand job or go down on you or something, here in the middle of the park?”.
“I was thinking more of fucking you.”
Steven said it without thinking; he was angry at her attitude, angry that she had let him give her an orgasm, her first apparently, angry that they seemed to be getting on so well, and angry that she was standing there looking incredibly desirable, wet and willing, he with the biggest hard on he could ever remember having, and she was refusing to do anything except walk away. Glenda was in fact, now walking slowly back toward him. She stopped about a meter away.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that” she said softly.
Her puzzled look making Steven boil a bit more.
“Fine, so it’s okay for me to get into your knickers and get you off but all I get in return is you running away telling me to wait”. Steven was not amused and in no mood to discuss anything. He felt he deserved something in return for giving her a moment she would probably remember all of her life. He yelled straight into her face, “You’re a fucking prick teaser Glenda, ya know that?”
Involuntary tears sprang into her eyes as the words lashed her. She couldn’t understand how this cute looking boy who she had just gone further with than anybody else could all of a sudden be turning on her. All she had wanted to do was go off and find Cass, to share what had been a momentous event in her life and then come back and cuddle up with him under the stars and dream of how she was going to tell her other friends that she was going steady with an older boy. And now here was that same boy standing there yelling at her so loud that everybody for two blocks could hear. She did all she could do, all that her young mind would allow through the fear numbing her brain, she turned and ran. She could hear him as she ran toward the road out of the park.
“Come back and finish what you’ve started you fucking bitch.”
All she could remember was his face, a monstrous mask of hatred, screaming at her.
Chapter Four
“New Job”
“You cannot begin to understand the where’s and why for’s of it all young man, so just do what everybody else does and start atthe beginning”.
He was elderly, stately, gray hair still thick on top, and if not for a pronounced stoop, was probably once very tall. He had a kindly voice that made you think of grandfathers as portrayed in movies. You know the ones, whenever you visited them they had everything planned for you so that you didn’t get bored having to listen to the grown ups talk. And at night, that would sit you on their knee and tell you stories in a soft mellow voice, that eventually swayed you off to sleep.
“I do understand Mr Wellesley, but as you can see by my Resume, I am more qualified than most to start at least at assistant level. I done all the courses, I have accumulated that much work experience over six months and you…”.
“Slow down boy, I’ve heard it all before, and as I have previously explained to you (his shoulders stooped some more as if somebody had just added another twenty pound weight onto his back), I promote from within my own ranks, I develop my own talent, and reward those that not only have the ability, but also the perseverance, and you do not have the time up to demonstrate that to me yet. Show a bit of loyalty lad, and I can guarantee you that your talent will get you to where you believe you should be. ‘Do you remember that ad campaign for Mallow Mints?’ the old man continued, ‘well that ad came from this agency (he was oblivious to Steven now, just droning on without waiting for a reply or any indication of assent at all) from a young fellow, not unlike yourself, who gave us the inspiration for that campaign in if I recall correctly, the first month he began working for us. He didn’t have the experience to produce the final result as we all know it now, but he had the original concept and we followed it through religiously and outrageously successfully as well, I might add. But he got too big for his boots, he thought he was the bees knees of advertising geniuses, but that was the only success that СКАЧАТЬ