Originally Posted by Cadence
Moeslow: On what you said - I was browsing the young adult section of my library today for new authors, and it was as if every book I picked up was some sort of rubbish romance, covered in a layer of fantasy or similar brain-rot.
'What if the one you love is the one who has to betray you?...'
Carry on while I vomit in the corner.
ET: At least you're not writing that sort of paff.
How a romance novelist would write it. Steve saw his opportunity. Ginny’s surprise visit to Jack left Theresa vulnerable. He had a chance to get her.
He knocked on Theresa’s door. “Come in” he heard her say. He entered.
Theresa was dressed in a string bikini. Her expression showed she had been expecting Jack.
“Hi, Steve. You wanted to see me?”
Was she playing words with him?
He walked closer. “Ginny is Jack’s hometown girlfriend. They have a longtime understanding.”
“What about you, Steve? You have a girlfriend hidden away?”
“No. I waited for college to find somebody really special.”
She avoided commenting on that to look innocent.
He looked down on her figure. It was the perfect seventeen year old’s body. Breasts recently fully developed and high on the chest. No cellulite collections anywhere. Tightly toned leg muscles from high school phys ed. And that incredible mane of hair that flowed down over curves to tease him with promises.
He wanted her, and her expression showed she wanted him.
It’s all about boy lusts for girl who lusts for boy.
How I wrote it……………….. I went to the closet and pulled out my ’little black nothing’. It was a backless dress made of flimsy, clingy material. It was already short but the occasion called for making it shorter. Jack deserved the VIP treatment.
I got a pair of scissors and cut five more inches off the hemline. Off came everything I wore. I put on thong panties but no bra and slipped on the dress. It reached only to my upper thighs. String shoulder straps held the nearly weightless thing up. My back was bare to the rump. Cleavage exposure ranked a venial sin. I looked in the full length mirror on the door. Yup. This was the ultimate killer dress. “Jack, eat your heart out!”
I waited a few minutes. And sure enough there was a knock on the door. I stood against the counter in front of the window and said, “Come in!“
Steve Hartley came through the door.
“Hi, Steve. What‘s up?” Probably not the best choice or words.
Steve walked close up to me.
“Ginny is Steve’s old high school girlfriend. They have an understanding. She was supposed to drop in next weekend but she showed up early.”
So it was all coming to an end anyway! “She go to another college?”
“No. She’s a waitress.”
Then she could be a cashier in Jack’s father’s store.
With that, the happy new couple had absolutely nothing to say. Steve stood there glancing down at my dress. He had a lot more to deal with than
he’d expected. This awkward moment had to be gotten over or he wouldn‘t be back. The problem was there was nothing to do in my room.
“Want to go downstairs and hang out with the guys, Steve?”
“Sure.”
“Ginny should love this outfit.”
We went downstairs and when the boys lingering around in the hallway saw us them whooped and hollered in exaggerated manner. They were paying tribute to my appearance and Steve’s triumph.
“Pay no attention to these animals” Steve joked, but he was clearly pleased.
More boys came out of there rooms and clustered around us. Talk quickly moved to my high school baseball career. I was conscious that they were all thinking of my body. Well, some girls might not like it, but I did. Let prudes go to the beach and then say I was being slutty.
Steve and I were perfect for each other. In a month we knew we’d get married. And we wanted to get married soon. Well really, now! Could we go four years without doing it?
Theresa and Steve are clearly attracted to each, but much more information is given. There’s even a glimpse of dormitory life which will interest high school kids.
Theresa draws Steve out to join the gang until he gets used to her. So nothing happens that they'll wish didn't.
In an earlier version I wrote two years ago, both Jack and Steve walk into Theresa's room. This opened the door to many kinds of steamy developments. Remember, these are teenagers out of contact with their parents for the first time. But I decided that wasn't the way to go.
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