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“It’s okay, really. I am not offended or anything, I just don’t do that. I am not that quick to go there. I know that a lot of people in L.A. are quick to play those games with men, but I'm not one of those girls.”
I felt like she was saying more than she was saying, but I wasn't really thinking at the moment. I was watching her lips and dying to kiss them again. When I asked as much, her eyes got wide and she told me that I was ridiculous.
“You can't tell me that you're shocked that I want to be with you. You're beautiful. I'm sure that you have gotten all kinds of attention since you’ve been here. Everyone at the party downstairs was checking you out.”
She disagreed and there was a look of determination in her eyes. I knew then that I wasn’t going to change her mind. As much as I thought I was good at what I did, I was starting to feel like maybe I was missing something.
I knew the moment I saw Betty that she was a different kind. I just had not really considered in what ways.
We went and got another drink, and I did my best not to put anymore moves on her. It was obvious that it made her uncomfortable when I did, but to stand next to her and not touch her was uncomfortable for me.
If I had to be honest, I was kind of floundering at this point. I wasn't used to being turned down by anyone and for some reason, this girl turned me down and made it feel even worse. There was just something that told me I needed to make things right, I just didn't know how. This was a whole new ball game for me. A girl never wanted anything to do with my personality. They were always more worried about what my mouth and my hands could do. And of course, I was always more than happy to show them.
We danced for a little while and we got a little close but even then, I could feel her keeping me a little bit further than I wanted to be. Whatever was going through her mind, she was acting like I was the devil.
Her mom came over at some point and she introduced us. Once the woman heard my last name, her smile got bigger and there was a touch of desire in the older woman's eyes. If she was someone else, and I hadn't danced with her daughter, Betty’s mother would have been a perfect target for me. Rich, beautiful, and ever so willing to be naughty.
Her daughter was what I wanted, though, and she had not taken after her mother in that way, apparently. Unfortunately.
Betty was going to make me work for it, but at the moment, I probably didn't realize how much. It was all worth it, though, that's what I liked to tell myself. As I walked home that night next door to my house, it was quite uncomfortable. My pants were fitting weird and it was hard to keep the excitement as long as I had. Blue balls were a pleasant memory. This was something else, this was a need and desire that threatened to take over everything.
I don't know what it was about her that made her so enticing, but I knew after one night with Betty, it was going to change everything. But first, I had to change her mind and make her one of those girls that she said she wasn’t.
