She’s Wishing for What He’s Wanting [Part 1]

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It was the scream that woke her up. She didn’t scream in her room. She screamed in her dream. She also creamed in her dream, and her bed. A nice wet spot, neatly tracing her bum. The culprit? Her sneaky fingers.

“Holy fuck. What a dream,” was all Lena could say. She groaned to herself, wishing that was all true, then realizing it wasn’t. What a disappointment. She rolled out of bed anyway, and began to get ready for the day. Starting off with brushing her teeth and washing her face, finishing with a surprise poke from Mackenzie.

“So, how did you sleep,” she asked.

“Better than I thought I would,” Lena winked. The two of them quickly got dressed for the day. Leading down the stairs was Lena in a cute white skirt with a light green tank top, which hung tightly against her thin frame. Behind her galloped Mackenzie which had on jean shorts with a plain white wife-beater. It was a warm day, a day that the two have been craving for. Lena sat at the dining, listening to Mackenzie whip out the plans for the day.

“So Robby said he was coming over today, which is great because I haven’t seen his wonderful Italian body in like, forever. Oh and he’s bringing over all his friends, which are also my friends of course. I think their names are Joey, Mike, and Austin. Oh my god, did I mention that …” She just went off into a tangent.

Lena politely smiled and nodded whenever Mackenzie glanced in her direction. She was all over the kitchen preparing for … waffles. Sooner than later she drifted into another realm. Wondering what Rye was up to, if he was thinking about her, if he even liked her. Of course he didn’t. She was this tall gangly tree which stood about 5’10”. She felt hopeless. Would there ever be a guy who looked her way in lust? Or just disgust? Well, maybe not that far. Maybe they liked her, but she was so socially awkward that they didn’t bother to give her a second chance. What if they did? Meh, whatever.

The doorbell rang a pleasant melody. “Oh my God, that’s gotta be Robby!” While she raced to the door, Lena took over the stove. She didn’t hear the usual squeal Mackenzie would make when she saw her friends. Just as that thought crossed her mind, she saw her walk glumly back into the kitchen. Lena motioned ‘What’s wrong?’

In pranced Nicole D’Amato. “Where’s my baby?”

“Baby?” replied Lena.

“Who the fuck are you?” questioned Nicole.

“This would be Lena. But not like you care. You care about nothing but yourself,” answered Mackenzie.

“Huh,” snorted Nicole, “Whatever. I’ll look for him myself. Babe!”

Lena eyed Nicole as she ran up the stairs. “And that was…?”

“Why, that my friend is Rye’s slutty ass tramp, Nicole.”

“…Girlfriend?”

“The one and only. You have no idea how much the entire family hates her. My own father kicked her out. Twice. Door-in-the-face-kick-out.”

“Ouch. Why?”

“Well when I said slutty ass tramp, that’s an understatement. See, she treats Rye like he’s her dog. Then gets stupidly jealous when she ‘catches’ him talking to another girl. No, lemme rephrase that. When Rye LOOKS at a girl. I bet she’s just itching to yell at him because she saw you here. And why? She has no reason to. Did you know she cheated on him? With some dumb ass at a car wash… I mean, how pathetic can you get? What’s worse, is that Rye still sticks around for her. I can tell it’s beginning to be a chore for him. We’re all waiting for him to tick.”

Lena sat silent. Rye had a girlfriend. The fact that she was a shit one at that hadn’t quite registered yet. Her wet dream fantasy was shattered after the word ‘girlfriend’ was made true.

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He cringed at the foot steps coming closer to his room.

“Babe? I was lookin’ all over for you darlin’. Where have you been?”

“Here?” replied Rye. He hated when she made her surprise visits, which really, weren’t very surprising. Always in the morning, and always when he didn’t want her there. Ha, I guess that’s every day.

“Well I just wanted to make a quick poke in to see how ya were. I uhh… noticed a stalky lookin’ girl downstairs with Mackenzie…”

“Lena?”

“Oh so you know her name too? What else do you know? What her tits look like?”

“Wow, will you chill the fuck out. It’s Mackie’s friend from college.” Though I wouldn’t mind peeking if I had the chance, he thought to himself.

Nicole huffed to herself for a minute. “Ok, well anyway, I’m going to Jeff’s birthday tonight. I’d take you but his invitation was strictly 1 per.”

“Whatever. Have fun!” He followed her out his bedroom door, walking quietly down the stairs. It was then that he noticed how stunning Lena really was. Enjoying her meal with Mackenzie. Just having, fun. Swinging her hair from one side to the other. Her smile was very attractive, inviting him over almost, and she wasn’t even looking in his direction. If only she knew what he was whacking off to last night, he thought to himself.

“Hello?” scoffed Nicole, pointing at her cheeks. They were at the bottom of the steps and he already had the door open for her to leave. He quickly pecked her cheek and off she was for another day of adultery.

He walked over to the kitchen and saw the girls talking about the day. “What are you girls up to?”

“Well I thought I would start off with hacking that bitch into pieces and ending with a ceremonial dance of death over her corpse,” replied Mackenzie.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh? Let alone morbid…” said Lena, laughing along with her anyway.

“Harsh? Maybe. Morbid? Definitely. While you girls plan your day, I’ll be in the garage fixin’ dad’s car.”

“It broke again?”

“Apparently.”

Lena smiled at him. Her eyes were so wide, clearly innocent. They were lightly laced with gorgeous lashes. And the color, shined through the morning’s sun. They were absolutely beautiful. Honey green, noted Rye. She quickly turned away to Rye’s disappointment, blushing as well. Rye smiled to himself, wishing he could just kiss her rosy cheeks. But alas, not was not the time.

He walked away, almost sulking. But a perky sulk. Was that possible? He had the girl of his dreams living with him for a whole month, but she was intangible. He couldn’t have her. As soon as he gripped the door knob for the garage, the main entrance began to chime.