The Fine Line Between Love and Hate
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,338
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Seaweed.....
Big Deal, No One reads this but any way. Sorry for the begining. Its slow, but The steamy-ness will get there! Be patient, I cant garentee itll be exelentrae but I will try my hardest *salutes* READ ON!
Kitty made her way down the beach, assuredly and confidently trudging through the sand.… on the outside. In the inside she was slightly … squeamish?
"Where the frickkin hell did that come from?!? Kitty cant have that emotion running around in her for HIM …" She thought to her self. "I hate him and despise him in the worst sort of way! I … I.. I want to skin him alive, pin his skin on my wall and .. and… throw darts at it .. I want…" But we all know that she is just kidding herself, she was almost in love with him just when the school had had a planned dance where they had to learn old fashoned dancing, the two had avoided eachother in sucess for almost two months! But on the day of the dance, the one time cameras and camcoders would be there, the got stuck together for the most intamate and longest dance there was. She haen aen avoding his eyes the whole time, afraid that if she lookedf up she would attempt to kiss him right then and there infront of all the people there!
That’s when he interrupted her thoughts by hollering out from sparking, slightly murky blue/gray water “ Hey Bitch! I hope that your not surfing HERE!” "urgggghhh… he makes Kitty soooo fucking mad! Stupid fucker!" She grated out in her mind. Then she shouted back, her eyes flaring their pretty yellow/orange, “Why yes, I am asshole so just deal with it!”. Kitty harrumphed and made her way to the chilly water, remembering only after words that thin swimsuits showed your nipples wheu aru are cold…..
David was watching Kitty from when she first rode up on her bike slightly sweaty, he liked slightly sweaty girls..... they looked like they had just gotten done having a good fuck. He watched her take her board down her cute butt bobbing upward ae ste stood on her toes to get the top strap off, and he watched her turn around. He noticed her staring intently at him with a flirty look on her face as he caught a magnificent wave; he sincerely hoped he wouldn’t wipe out.
He felt … funny.. when he saw her gaze go from flirty-smirking to absolute horror at what she had just been thinking about him of all people! But he… he felt elated. He had always sort of hated her, but some time during the seventh grade his feelings for her had breached the fine line between love and hate. The only problem was they were almost in high school now. Kitty was almost fourteen and he was about a month into his fifteenth year.
He wasn’t sure when exactly he had realized that she was beautiful, but she was. He felt a flutter in his stomach when her hair blew out from behind her, and a weight on his chest when she glanced at him, only to feel crushed when she either turned away in disgust or when he ruined it by spitting out just the opposite of what he was feeling for her.He had tried to drown his feelings in dating slutty girls who put out, and childish teasing that infuriated her. He loved how her eyes changed when he said mean things. Instead of getting deeper as his own ice blue ones did, hers… they got almost red.
He liked her.
He liked her a lot, he almost didn’t even think of her sexually… or.. that’s what he told himself. When he saw her get in the water, he was pretty far away, but he knew from experience that her boobs looked pretty good right now. As… the water was Pretty cold right now, and neither of them had wetsuits on.
He knew “his-I’m-tough-and-I’m-gonna-give-everyone-a-tough-time” demeanor was off so….. He turned it on with a sigh, knowing that if he ever told anyone, she would seice to be a part of his life. He couldn’t have that, so he would remain her enemy until she loved him back.
She was getting in the water…. freezing. Shivers racked her petite frame as she hugged herself to…. “keep warm”. Her surf leash trailed out behind her, her board an excitable dog just waiting for attention.
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She loved this sport, no matter what anyone said to her or bothered her about; she would never leave the ocean and its mysteries. Its unfathomable depths intrigued her, while its jelly fish and seaweed scared her. It was amazing and aw inspiring when looked at. Sh loved the rush she got from surfing she felt that, this was the closest you could get to flying, without leaving the ground.
Not even Mc Larson.
David had his back to her and her eyes raked up and down hs body, looking at his toned muscular back and the way his hair got matted in the water... in the dawn light it looked almost black with the water in it. She suddenly realzed that he had dark brown hair and blue, ice blue eyes. She had no idea what kind of genes he had but they were good ones.
She paddled right up to David and was sitting maybe two feet away her heart thumping in her chest so hard she was sure that the water was rippleing before her. He suddenly swept up and kissed her…. And she responded!
She was snapped out of her daydream feeling …. elated, then realizing what she was feeling she quickly forced it into nauseaion. Right about the time when a mediocre sized clump of seaweed decided to throw it’s self in her face, with the help of a certain wavy haired surfer.
Feeling the wet slap brought her further back into reality, then she remembered that she didn’t care for seaweed at all. She loved the ocean and most of its creatures but she just didn’t care for seaweed.
It was slimy and gross and just…. Ewww….. So, she freaked out
Kitty made her way down the beach, assuredly and confidently trudging through the sand.… on the outside. In the inside she was slightly … squeamish?
"Where the frickkin hell did that come from?!? Kitty cant have that emotion running around in her for HIM …" She thought to her self. "I hate him and despise him in the worst sort of way! I … I.. I want to skin him alive, pin his skin on my wall and .. and… throw darts at it .. I want…" But we all know that she is just kidding herself, she was almost in love with him just when the school had had a planned dance where they had to learn old fashoned dancing, the two had avoided eachother in sucess for almost two months! But on the day of the dance, the one time cameras and camcoders would be there, the got stuck together for the most intamate and longest dance there was. She haen aen avoding his eyes the whole time, afraid that if she lookedf up she would attempt to kiss him right then and there infront of all the people there!
That’s when he interrupted her thoughts by hollering out from sparking, slightly murky blue/gray water “ Hey Bitch! I hope that your not surfing HERE!” "urgggghhh… he makes Kitty soooo fucking mad! Stupid fucker!" She grated out in her mind. Then she shouted back, her eyes flaring their pretty yellow/orange, “Why yes, I am asshole so just deal with it!”. Kitty harrumphed and made her way to the chilly water, remembering only after words that thin swimsuits showed your nipples wheu aru are cold…..
David was watching Kitty from when she first rode up on her bike slightly sweaty, he liked slightly sweaty girls..... they looked like they had just gotten done having a good fuck. He watched her take her board down her cute butt bobbing upward ae ste stood on her toes to get the top strap off, and he watched her turn around. He noticed her staring intently at him with a flirty look on her face as he caught a magnificent wave; he sincerely hoped he wouldn’t wipe out.
He felt … funny.. when he saw her gaze go from flirty-smirking to absolute horror at what she had just been thinking about him of all people! But he… he felt elated. He had always sort of hated her, but some time during the seventh grade his feelings for her had breached the fine line between love and hate. The only problem was they were almost in high school now. Kitty was almost fourteen and he was about a month into his fifteenth year.
He wasn’t sure when exactly he had realized that she was beautiful, but she was. He felt a flutter in his stomach when her hair blew out from behind her, and a weight on his chest when she glanced at him, only to feel crushed when she either turned away in disgust or when he ruined it by spitting out just the opposite of what he was feeling for her.He had tried to drown his feelings in dating slutty girls who put out, and childish teasing that infuriated her. He loved how her eyes changed when he said mean things. Instead of getting deeper as his own ice blue ones did, hers… they got almost red.
He liked her.
He liked her a lot, he almost didn’t even think of her sexually… or.. that’s what he told himself. When he saw her get in the water, he was pretty far away, but he knew from experience that her boobs looked pretty good right now. As… the water was Pretty cold right now, and neither of them had wetsuits on.
He knew “his-I’m-tough-and-I’m-gonna-give-everyone-a-tough-time” demeanor was off so….. He turned it on with a sigh, knowing that if he ever told anyone, she would seice to be a part of his life. He couldn’t have that, so he would remain her enemy until she loved him back.
She was getting in the water…. freezing. Shivers racked her petite frame as she hugged herself to…. “keep warm”. Her surf leash trailed out behind her, her board an excitable dog just waiting for attention.
************************
She loved this sport, no matter what anyone said to her or bothered her about; she would never leave the ocean and its mysteries. Its unfathomable depths intrigued her, while its jelly fish and seaweed scared her. It was amazing and aw inspiring when looked at. Sh loved the rush she got from surfing she felt that, this was the closest you could get to flying, without leaving the ground.
Not even Mc Larson.
David had his back to her and her eyes raked up and down hs body, looking at his toned muscular back and the way his hair got matted in the water... in the dawn light it looked almost black with the water in it. She suddenly realzed that he had dark brown hair and blue, ice blue eyes. She had no idea what kind of genes he had but they were good ones.
She paddled right up to David and was sitting maybe two feet away her heart thumping in her chest so hard she was sure that the water was rippleing before her. He suddenly swept up and kissed her…. And she responded!
She was snapped out of her daydream feeling …. elated, then realizing what she was feeling she quickly forced it into nauseaion. Right about the time when a mediocre sized clump of seaweed decided to throw it’s self in her face, with the help of a certain wavy haired surfer.
Feeling the wet slap brought her further back into reality, then she remembered that she didn’t care for seaweed at all. She loved the ocean and most of its creatures but she just didn’t care for seaweed.
It was slimy and gross and just…. Ewww….. So, she freaked out