Malibu cranberries.

I was always typically nervous around girls but not this way. The way she moved and her dress and the awkward eye contact she made with me while she danced made me freeze and it made me terribly nervous. The way she waved her hands in the air and the length of her legs. And the way her shoes looked on floor. She took me home. Not in an "i'm gonna fuck you tonight" kind of way, but in a "keep me company" way. We arrived at her place and she offered me a drink to which i declined politely. I was already drunk and drinking alone with this girl would only increase my nervousness. She sat beside me; legs crossed- right was crossed over her left. Her dress exposed her bare legs almost to the beginning of her ass but didn't show any. It was strapless, the top part was beige, and the bottom part was black. Her shoulders were small and covered only by her long black hair. She began to talk to me about work and the conversation soon turned to out personal lives, including our love life. She talked about her boyfriends and i talked about my two girlfriends. She took a sip of her drink and proceeded to talk. She looked at my lips and my eyes, ricocheting back and forth. This made me anxious. She dipped her finger in her drink and began to stir the squirt and tequila together and playfully flicked it on my lips. She stirred her drink again and traced my lips with her wet finger, letting it linger a little longer on the bottom. She grabbed me by the jacket and pulled me closer to her. She kissed me gently. Her breath smelled like alcohol and grapefruit and she tasted like a breezy sunday morning. She gets off the couch and on her knees. She kneels in between my legs and unzips my pants. She grabs me by the ass and pulls them all the way down below my knees, exposing tattoos that she's never seen. "This is a nice surprise" she says. We spend the next two days fucking eachother like the world was gonna end.