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Post by Jade Bennet on Aug 27, 2007 11:49:24 GMT -5
Jade smiled and pushed her oversized sunglasses up her nose as she strolled along the boardwalk, taking time to stop and look in store windows. It was a beautiful day so she was wearing her tiniest pink mini skirt and matching halterneck. She loved the attention she attracted as she strutted down the boardwalk, her perfectly formed hips swaying.
A group of guys turned to look at her as she passed them, and she smiled a little and kept walking. Jade knew how attractive she was, and wasn't afraid to show it. Sure, the girls at school hated her for it, but knowledge of this fact simply amused her.
Eventually Jade approached a bench, sat down in the sun, and flicked through her magazine. She was just examining a skirt Paris Hilton was wearing when someone came up and sat beside her.
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Post by Josh Avers on Sept 11, 2007 20:08:47 GMT -5
Josh jogged along the walk, sweat beading on his chest and arms. His powerful abs shone brightly in the sunny day, his body slick. A small shaggy dog ran along side him, keeping up with ease as it's long legs carried it the same length in strides as his master's own. Despite all of the sweat and heat, Josh still had a good smell. He never smelled bad after a workout, just a bit more masculine, and he loved it. His shorts were beginning to stick to his legs, and as he looked down at his watched he realized he was done with his jog and could sit down.
He pulled up to a walk, his dog jingling to a stop next to him and walking lazily with him. All of the benches appeared empty, save for one where a girl was sitting. She was amazingly good looking and all the other guys simply stared. He rolled his eyes at them and their immaturity. If you liked how a girl looked, you told them and tried to get them to talk back. But then, Josh was gifted with the ability to flirt, and used it shamelessly.
He tossed a tennisball down the beach for his dog and strutted the last few yards over to the girl and sat down, dog free for now and smelling amazingly wonderful. He rested one arm on the bench, twisted a bit behind his body, and pulled the other over the waist of his shorts to watch his dog. He attempted to look as if there was not particular reason he had sat here, and knew it had worked. He was terribly wonderful at this kind of thing and knew that if she was a girl and he was a guy, this would go as he planned.
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