Post by BoandNora-SexyLove4Ever on Feb 1, 2010 1:15:13 GMT -5
I wrote this years ago and then lost it when my computer crashed. I deciced to try and re-write it so here's my attempt at re creation. Not that I need any more stories or anything. lol.
Forbidden Fruit- Prologue
It was a day just like any other day in June. The sun was just coming up over the Texas skies and he was cleaning up the stables and getting ready for his morning ride. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do… He was twenty- five and still living with his over bearing father. One day he had simply given him an ultimatum—either get a job or get out. He imagined he did it so he wouldn’t turn out like some of the other rich folks but during a time when he would much rather be thinking about girls he resented the hell out of him. So here he was as a stable hand in the Texas stables trying to act like he gave a d**n—still thinking he was above all of this.
And then she walked in.
He imagined she couldn’t be more then 16, which generally meant that he shouldn’t even be looking at her—but she was a rare breed and nothing like the teenagers he was used to. Her flaming red hair was just below her shoulders and her brown eyes were a shade that you couldn’t help staring into and swearing you could see right through to her soul. And he knew that it sounded like a cliché but she was not only beautiful—she was breathtaking. And under age or not—she had been exactly the distraction he had been looking for since he started this job.
Bo: Are you looking for someone in particular or can I help you with something?
Nora: Is this where you sign up for riding lessons.
Bo: Honey you can sign up for anything you want. I’d be happy to help you out.
Nora: Does that line actually work on women your age?
Bo: What’s the matter sweetheart? You don’t like the pickup line?
Nora: Actually I don’t like the whole package. What are you? Some rich snob who’s only working here because his daddy made him? I bet you have all kinds of girls waiting in line don’t you? So typical of a rich playboy with nothing better to do with his time.
Bo: And what are you… miss perfect?
Nora: What’s it to you? I just want what I came here for.
Bo: And what’s that little girl? Do you actually think you have what it takes to learn how to ride? These horses here are pretty rough. They’d have you on your back in five minutes. And we can’t have you crying to mommy and daddy now can we?
Nora: So I’ll sign a court waiver saying I won’t sue. How does that work for you?
Bo: know your way around a courtroom do you?
Nora: I’d have to. My father’s a judge. (Pause) Not that I give a d**n but what’s your excuse for thinking you’re so much better then everyone else? Born with a silver *poo* in your mouth?
Bo: You don’t know anything about me
Nora: you’re right—all I see is a stuck up rich boy who would rather be taking girls to bed then taking on any of this. But you can’t quit any more then I can so what’s it going to be playboy—you going to give me those lessons or are my going to take my money elsewhere? Just because I don’t come from rich blood doesn’t mean I can’t afford you?
Bo: You sure you want to play this game?
Nora: Anything you do, I can do better.
Bo: Competitive huh?
Nora: You got a problem with that?
Bo: Not at all—You can sign up right here.
Nora: Thank you playboy. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.
Bo: Don’t forget to bring a permission slip spunky.
Nora: Wouldn’t dream of it. Try not to get into any trouble between now and then. I wouldn’t want my first day to be spoiled by bad press.
He watched her leave the stables with a sexy walk that he KNEW she was aware of. He didn’t even know her name yet but he knew she was perfectly aware of her beauty. In fact, he guessed she had been told a million times how perfectly stunning she was—and he also guessed that she wished she was anything but the pretty girl. He wondered if she had the brains to back it up.
He threw the payment in the drawer with such force that you could scare even the toughest of animals. What was it about that girl that got to him? She was so d**n pushy--- so freakin’ Intense--- it should have turned him off—everything he knew about girls and women – everything he hated about them—well she was it personified. But there was something about her—something that turned him on—and that was a very bad thing since she was under age. He could get in a lot of trouble if he fell in love with her— hell forget love—what happened if he got her in the sack—BIG, BIG trouble… but maybe that was exactly what he was looking for. Maybe SHE was everything he wasn’t supposed to want but couldn’t stay away from—maybe SHE was the forbidden fruit.
She walked around the corner and kicked stones. She was spitting fury and didn’t care who knew it. Just who did he think he was anyways? Just because he came from money—God how she hated men like him who just thought they were entitled to the world and everyone else was beneath them. And where did he get off thinking he knew anything about her— he didn’t know a d**n thing about her. He didn’t know the FIRST thing about women in general. Everything she knew about boys and men—everything she hated about them—well he had to be the definition of it. He was so d**n kocky—so casual and laid back about everything—and his pick up lines—God they were tacky. Did he pick them up in some cheap dive or did he make them up as he went along? And yet— yet there was something about him—something that turned her on immensely—and that was a very bad thing since he was way past 18 and she hadn’t reached the legal age yet. If she fell for him—if she couldn’t help herself—if she lost her virginity—well his life could be destroyed forever. Everyone knows that you don’t sleep with under aged girls—and her father is a judge—he could make his life a living hell—BIG, BIG trouble. But maybe that was exactly what she was looking for. Maybe HE was everything she wasn’t supposed to want but couldn’t stay away from—maybe HE was the forbidden fruit.
TBC
Forbidden Fruit- Prologue
It was a day just like any other day in June. The sun was just coming up over the Texas skies and he was cleaning up the stables and getting ready for his morning ride. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do… He was twenty- five and still living with his over bearing father. One day he had simply given him an ultimatum—either get a job or get out. He imagined he did it so he wouldn’t turn out like some of the other rich folks but during a time when he would much rather be thinking about girls he resented the hell out of him. So here he was as a stable hand in the Texas stables trying to act like he gave a d**n—still thinking he was above all of this.
And then she walked in.
He imagined she couldn’t be more then 16, which generally meant that he shouldn’t even be looking at her—but she was a rare breed and nothing like the teenagers he was used to. Her flaming red hair was just below her shoulders and her brown eyes were a shade that you couldn’t help staring into and swearing you could see right through to her soul. And he knew that it sounded like a cliché but she was not only beautiful—she was breathtaking. And under age or not—she had been exactly the distraction he had been looking for since he started this job.
Bo: Are you looking for someone in particular or can I help you with something?
Nora: Is this where you sign up for riding lessons.
Bo: Honey you can sign up for anything you want. I’d be happy to help you out.
Nora: Does that line actually work on women your age?
Bo: What’s the matter sweetheart? You don’t like the pickup line?
Nora: Actually I don’t like the whole package. What are you? Some rich snob who’s only working here because his daddy made him? I bet you have all kinds of girls waiting in line don’t you? So typical of a rich playboy with nothing better to do with his time.
Bo: And what are you… miss perfect?
Nora: What’s it to you? I just want what I came here for.
Bo: And what’s that little girl? Do you actually think you have what it takes to learn how to ride? These horses here are pretty rough. They’d have you on your back in five minutes. And we can’t have you crying to mommy and daddy now can we?
Nora: So I’ll sign a court waiver saying I won’t sue. How does that work for you?
Bo: know your way around a courtroom do you?
Nora: I’d have to. My father’s a judge. (Pause) Not that I give a d**n but what’s your excuse for thinking you’re so much better then everyone else? Born with a silver *poo* in your mouth?
Bo: You don’t know anything about me
Nora: you’re right—all I see is a stuck up rich boy who would rather be taking girls to bed then taking on any of this. But you can’t quit any more then I can so what’s it going to be playboy—you going to give me those lessons or are my going to take my money elsewhere? Just because I don’t come from rich blood doesn’t mean I can’t afford you?
Bo: You sure you want to play this game?
Nora: Anything you do, I can do better.
Bo: Competitive huh?
Nora: You got a problem with that?
Bo: Not at all—You can sign up right here.
Nora: Thank you playboy. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.
Bo: Don’t forget to bring a permission slip spunky.
Nora: Wouldn’t dream of it. Try not to get into any trouble between now and then. I wouldn’t want my first day to be spoiled by bad press.
He watched her leave the stables with a sexy walk that he KNEW she was aware of. He didn’t even know her name yet but he knew she was perfectly aware of her beauty. In fact, he guessed she had been told a million times how perfectly stunning she was—and he also guessed that she wished she was anything but the pretty girl. He wondered if she had the brains to back it up.
He threw the payment in the drawer with such force that you could scare even the toughest of animals. What was it about that girl that got to him? She was so d**n pushy--- so freakin’ Intense--- it should have turned him off—everything he knew about girls and women – everything he hated about them—well she was it personified. But there was something about her—something that turned him on—and that was a very bad thing since she was under age. He could get in a lot of trouble if he fell in love with her— hell forget love—what happened if he got her in the sack—BIG, BIG trouble… but maybe that was exactly what he was looking for. Maybe SHE was everything he wasn’t supposed to want but couldn’t stay away from—maybe SHE was the forbidden fruit.
She walked around the corner and kicked stones. She was spitting fury and didn’t care who knew it. Just who did he think he was anyways? Just because he came from money—God how she hated men like him who just thought they were entitled to the world and everyone else was beneath them. And where did he get off thinking he knew anything about her— he didn’t know a d**n thing about her. He didn’t know the FIRST thing about women in general. Everything she knew about boys and men—everything she hated about them—well he had to be the definition of it. He was so d**n kocky—so casual and laid back about everything—and his pick up lines—God they were tacky. Did he pick them up in some cheap dive or did he make them up as he went along? And yet— yet there was something about him—something that turned her on immensely—and that was a very bad thing since he was way past 18 and she hadn’t reached the legal age yet. If she fell for him—if she couldn’t help herself—if she lost her virginity—well his life could be destroyed forever. Everyone knows that you don’t sleep with under aged girls—and her father is a judge—he could make his life a living hell—BIG, BIG trouble. But maybe that was exactly what she was looking for. Maybe HE was everything she wasn’t supposed to want but couldn’t stay away from—maybe HE was the forbidden fruit.
TBC
