Andy knows he can have anyone he wants; it isn’t a question of ifs or maybes. He feels it in his bones, as if God carved something so irresistible into his DNA the thought of being unsuccessful with a girl is beyond his comprehension. He is on his third girl this week, nice face, even nicer arse. Amanda her name is, or possibly Roxy. No, Roxy is last week, the one with the talented lips and legs going on for miles.
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Sexy, naïve Roxy. Roxy who had fallen for his charm in under three minutes. He knows because he was counting. Gilded whispers of how he had always fancied her and she was ensnared. She put her succulent lips to work. He recalls the coy strokes of her tongue but that is it. He has yet to return a single text.
Or it could be Lainey, flash of gold beneath the sheets, awesome tits. She shags like a porn star. She is worth stringing along at least until Saturday. He almost feels remorse at having to rid himself of such a beautiful rack, but the thrill of dumping someone is intoxicating. Andy only remembers the important things, - things which catch his eye, at least for a night. Two if they are lucky. Till the weekend if they shag like a porn star.
Already his latest conquest is becoming a distant memory as he focuses on his next target. This girl he knows. Everyone in school knows who she is. Stephanie Damato, resident bookworm. He remembers Stephanie not for what she looks like but for what she is, a means to an end. The most attractive bloke in school banging the standard munter, just because he can. He will not tell her this of course. No need to break the poor girl’s spirit prematurely. This will come in the following days, maybe hours if the urge becomes too great. She’s about to head to maths. Show time.
'Hey, Stephanie.' Andy corners her as she turns from her locker.
'Hello, Andrew.' Stephanie addresses him with more composure than he is expecting. Typically girls barely have time to breathe, let alone form coherent greetings when he is standing before them.
'How’re you today?' 'I’m fine.'
'Glad to hear it. You’re looking great by the way.'
‘I am?’
‘Totally. Surely this can’t be the first time anyone’s ever paid you a compliment.’
‘You’d be surprised.’
‘I sincerely doubt that. I know a beautiful girl when I see one.’ This line is one of his favourites. The last one practically spread her legs for him right there.
‘You’re just saying that.’ Stephanie replies, pushing her glasses up the slope of her nose.
‘I’m really not. In fact I’d go just a little further than that and call you ravishing.’
Stephanie appears to soak this up, like a dried out sponge becoming moist and revitalized. This is Andy’s impression anyway.
‘Anymore adjectives?’ Her tone is difficult to place.
‘Resplendent is coming to mind now.’ Andy flashes a Cheshire grin. To some it may seem predatory. To him it oozes confidence.
‘You’re still going to have to try harder.’ A coy smile manifested itself upon her face.
‘Watch me.’ He counters.
She is tougher to break than he expected, a thought which titillates him more than he would care to admit. He elects for a blunter approach.
‘I’ll get to the point. How about coming back to mine after school? We can have a couple of drinks. I’ll cook us dinner. Maybe we can watch a film or something too. I think it’d be fun. What do you say?’
Stephanie does not respond immediately but smiles faintly.
‘I’ll give you my answer at lunch, Andrew. Meet me back here.' She turns her back and ascends the stairs to her class.
Andy smirks as he watches her leave. He anticipates her enthusiasm. She probably needs to regain her composure from the shock of being asked out. That explains it. He struts to his lesson with thoughts of stealing her virginity.
Andy loiters by the stairs just after the bell rings for lunch. His eyes are like a hawk’s, homing in on his prey among the cacophony of uniforms that travel down the stairs and disperse. Stephanie is the last one out. She sees Andy leering and greets him with another of her mysterious smiles.
‘So, what do you say?’ He cuts to the chase.
‘So you want me to spend the evening at yours?’ Her eyebrows raise.
‘That’s right.’
‘It’s a generous offer, Andrew. I’ve given it some thought but then I remembered I’ll be spending the night with someone else.’
‘Oh, I didn’t realize. Who?’ With effort, Andy manages to keep the surprise out of his voice.
Stephanie’s smile is absolute. ‘I’ll be spending the night with a little something called self-respect.’