Scene 3

I very, very quickly gave up Nanowrimo, so here is my third scene assignment for writing class. The prompt was write about a guy trying to convince a girl to have sex with him.

His hands lurched across her face. The attempt at giving her a gentle stroke across the cheek was thwarted by the alcohol pumping through his system. Leaning closer towards her ear was difficult but he managed to do so only slightly bumping into her. “Wanna go back to my place?” he whispered. The loud music and voices in the room made it difficult for her to hear him.

“Why?” she asked and then giggled.

“You know why.” He said giving her the closest imitation of a coy look he could manage. She let out a small hum and leaned in towards him. They resumed kissing with the kind of abandon you only have when you're young and intoxicated. Her eyes were tightly shut as their lips fumbled against the others. If anyone was watching closely they would have noticed his eyes flicker open and then shut again in a prolonged blinks. No one did of course, they were all entwined in their own parodies of a romantic encounter. His hands pulled her closer lustfully, the stirrings of ethanol had awoken primal urges that threatened to overtake him. After a few moments of careless thought he broke the touching lips and returned to her side. “Comon” he urged.

Her response was another giggle and more kissing. He was torn. He knew what he desired, both his mind and body knew it, but he lacked the inspiration to make it a reality. Within his haze he decided the only way to discover the path to his dreams was to take a blind first step. Slowly his hand crept up her exposed leg and under her skirt she had worn for the occasion. He grasped at forbidden flesh. She pressed against him harder in response. His head went wild with possibilities.

He would take her by the hand and stand up with her. The talking around them would stop and people would watch as he slowly lead her out the door. Their hands would not leave each others bodies for the rest of the night. The rest of the night would be a blur of passion and romance and entangled bodies. His body relished the thought. This plans were about to become action when they were interrupted.

“Hey! We're leaving!” Said the girls friend slapping her slightly on the stomach.

“Okay” she replied and stood up without him. Her friends exited the room and she stumbled after them. When she was in the door frame she turned around and gave him one last look of passion and spoke. “What's your name?”