EroticaWriter
11-01-2007, 10:44 PM
Chapter 1
Love. What was her crazy fascination with it? All of her life she had read about it in books, seen it in movies, and heard people talk about it. There was even a whole day set aside every year for people to think about it. To Liz it was one of life’s greatest mysteries that could never completely be defined or understood. It was like rain- it fell wherever it wanted, never worried about obstacles in its way, was impossible to prevent, and, even with warning, caught people off guard.
Liz stared absently at the ceiling as she thought about all of the people she had said “I Love You” to. In the last four years she had been in four relationships, two of which lasted about two years. Her problem with relationships was that they never went as planned; they never had the fiery desire that romance was supposed to have. She wondered if she would ever find the kind of passionate romance she read about in stories and heard about in songs. If only her life could be like some of the sweet country songs she’d grown up listening to, then everything would be perfect.
With a jump she snapped back to reality as her alarm clock went off for the second time and she quickly dressed and headed off to class.
“Survival of the fittest in Biology can be translated to the survival of those who reproduce the most,” she heard Dr. Davis say. Liz wondered if she’d ever find a guy that she loved strong enough to have a sexual relationship with. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to push her thoughts from her head. Why was it that everything she saw or heard led her mind back to love?
After class Liz headed towards the computer lab to check her e-mail and myspace. As she logged on to her myspace she saw one friend request and one picture comment. She smiled as a picture of her and her boyfriend popped up with her friend Chelsea’s comment about how cute they were together. Automatically, the thought popped into her head, “Yeah he is really smart, cute, and funny, but…” No. She stopped herself. No “buts” this time. She refused to lose another great guy because she was searching for a passionate love that probably didn’t even exist.
“Wow, you two sure are cute together,” she heard a deep voice say in a sexy southern drawl. Turning, she matched the voice with the tall, muscular, tanned man with wispy brown hair and hypnotic blue eyes standing behind her.
“Hi. I’m Jordan,” he said. “Sorry if I intruded or anything.”
Wow, that drawl could melt any girl’s heart. Liz smiled and shook the outstretched hand. “I’m Liz, and no you didn’t intrude on anything.”
As their eyes locked she felt a bolt of energy surge through her. After several seconds she realized his hand was still in hers and she dropped it with a nervous giggle. With playful eyes and a cocky smile she asked, “So what can I do for you sir?”
“I noticed you were in my English class and thought I would introduce myself. I usually make it a habit to get acquainted with at least one person in every class. Not only are you the hottest girl in the class, but you also seemed the friendliest, so I figured it was worth a shot.”
Liz felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she smiled up at him. Playfully she said, “Well, I could use a friend or two. But I’ll have to know at least a little bit about you before I commit to a friendship. I mean you could be a serial killer for all I know.”
He smiled and chuckled lightly as he sat down in the seat next to her. “Well, my name is Jordan Braswell. I’m twenty-five years old. I’m currently a junior here at APSU since I took a few years off after high school. I am double majoring in English and Music Composition and hope to be a famous country singer some day. As far as I know there aren’t many serial killers who would claim writing and singing as their forte.”
“Yeah I’d have to agree with you there,” she replied with a laugh.
Jordan smiled as he said, “Alright now it’s your turn to convince me that it’s safe to be your friend.”
Liz laughed as she replied, “Well, my name is Liz Waters. I’m twenty years old and I’m a sophomore here at APSU. I am majoring in advertisement and minoring in English so that I might be a renowned writer one day. However, while I’m writing my stories I would like to make some money by advertising for major companies through media presentations and maybe even being a copywriter for some big campaigns.”
“Wow. So we both have an interest in writing. What kinds of things do you like to write?” Jordan asked.
“I write lots of things- short stories, songs, poems.. anything that comes to mind that I feel like writing. It always seems that when I write songs I just end up writing different words to melodies I already know, and I’m definitely not that great of a singer. I focus more on short stories. How about you?”
“Well, I usually write songs more than anything else. I learned to play the guitar when I was 14 years old and was blessed with a really good voice. I was listening to the radio one day when Tim McGraw’s song ‘Don’t Take The Girl’ came on and suddenly I realized that all I wanted to do with my life was write and sing really powerful songs that could affect people’s lives and stick with them forever.”
He smiled as he continued, “After high school I decided not to go to college so I could focus on my songwriting. I was living with my family in South Carolina at the time and decided it would be best to move here to Nashville so I could work my way into the country music industry. A friend of mine told me about a singing competition this school was having, and the winner got a full ride to this college. To make a long story short, I entered, won, and moved here so I could get serious about my work.”
“Wow, we seem to really have a lot in common. It’s nice to find a guy that likes country music. I love that song and Tim McGraw is one of my favorite singers, he can sing anything and make my heart melt.”
Laughing he looked at her with his mischievous smile and said, “Maybe someday you’ll be saying that about me.”
Well, since he could already say anything and make her heart melt, she had no doubt he could probably sing it. Liz’s mind was already lost in daydreams of her with this sexy southern gentleman that she barely even knew. With just a glance from him her heart skipped a beat, and the slight, accidental touch of his hand sent waves of heat through her body. Could this be the passionate love she’d been waiting for? Only time would only tell.....
Chapter 2 coming soon.
Love. What was her crazy fascination with it? All of her life she had read about it in books, seen it in movies, and heard people talk about it. There was even a whole day set aside every year for people to think about it. To Liz it was one of life’s greatest mysteries that could never completely be defined or understood. It was like rain- it fell wherever it wanted, never worried about obstacles in its way, was impossible to prevent, and, even with warning, caught people off guard.
Liz stared absently at the ceiling as she thought about all of the people she had said “I Love You” to. In the last four years she had been in four relationships, two of which lasted about two years. Her problem with relationships was that they never went as planned; they never had the fiery desire that romance was supposed to have. She wondered if she would ever find the kind of passionate romance she read about in stories and heard about in songs. If only her life could be like some of the sweet country songs she’d grown up listening to, then everything would be perfect.
With a jump she snapped back to reality as her alarm clock went off for the second time and she quickly dressed and headed off to class.
“Survival of the fittest in Biology can be translated to the survival of those who reproduce the most,” she heard Dr. Davis say. Liz wondered if she’d ever find a guy that she loved strong enough to have a sexual relationship with. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to push her thoughts from her head. Why was it that everything she saw or heard led her mind back to love?
After class Liz headed towards the computer lab to check her e-mail and myspace. As she logged on to her myspace she saw one friend request and one picture comment. She smiled as a picture of her and her boyfriend popped up with her friend Chelsea’s comment about how cute they were together. Automatically, the thought popped into her head, “Yeah he is really smart, cute, and funny, but…” No. She stopped herself. No “buts” this time. She refused to lose another great guy because she was searching for a passionate love that probably didn’t even exist.
“Wow, you two sure are cute together,” she heard a deep voice say in a sexy southern drawl. Turning, she matched the voice with the tall, muscular, tanned man with wispy brown hair and hypnotic blue eyes standing behind her.
“Hi. I’m Jordan,” he said. “Sorry if I intruded or anything.”
Wow, that drawl could melt any girl’s heart. Liz smiled and shook the outstretched hand. “I’m Liz, and no you didn’t intrude on anything.”
As their eyes locked she felt a bolt of energy surge through her. After several seconds she realized his hand was still in hers and she dropped it with a nervous giggle. With playful eyes and a cocky smile she asked, “So what can I do for you sir?”
“I noticed you were in my English class and thought I would introduce myself. I usually make it a habit to get acquainted with at least one person in every class. Not only are you the hottest girl in the class, but you also seemed the friendliest, so I figured it was worth a shot.”
Liz felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she smiled up at him. Playfully she said, “Well, I could use a friend or two. But I’ll have to know at least a little bit about you before I commit to a friendship. I mean you could be a serial killer for all I know.”
He smiled and chuckled lightly as he sat down in the seat next to her. “Well, my name is Jordan Braswell. I’m twenty-five years old. I’m currently a junior here at APSU since I took a few years off after high school. I am double majoring in English and Music Composition and hope to be a famous country singer some day. As far as I know there aren’t many serial killers who would claim writing and singing as their forte.”
“Yeah I’d have to agree with you there,” she replied with a laugh.
Jordan smiled as he said, “Alright now it’s your turn to convince me that it’s safe to be your friend.”
Liz laughed as she replied, “Well, my name is Liz Waters. I’m twenty years old and I’m a sophomore here at APSU. I am majoring in advertisement and minoring in English so that I might be a renowned writer one day. However, while I’m writing my stories I would like to make some money by advertising for major companies through media presentations and maybe even being a copywriter for some big campaigns.”
“Wow. So we both have an interest in writing. What kinds of things do you like to write?” Jordan asked.
“I write lots of things- short stories, songs, poems.. anything that comes to mind that I feel like writing. It always seems that when I write songs I just end up writing different words to melodies I already know, and I’m definitely not that great of a singer. I focus more on short stories. How about you?”
“Well, I usually write songs more than anything else. I learned to play the guitar when I was 14 years old and was blessed with a really good voice. I was listening to the radio one day when Tim McGraw’s song ‘Don’t Take The Girl’ came on and suddenly I realized that all I wanted to do with my life was write and sing really powerful songs that could affect people’s lives and stick with them forever.”
He smiled as he continued, “After high school I decided not to go to college so I could focus on my songwriting. I was living with my family in South Carolina at the time and decided it would be best to move here to Nashville so I could work my way into the country music industry. A friend of mine told me about a singing competition this school was having, and the winner got a full ride to this college. To make a long story short, I entered, won, and moved here so I could get serious about my work.”
“Wow, we seem to really have a lot in common. It’s nice to find a guy that likes country music. I love that song and Tim McGraw is one of my favorite singers, he can sing anything and make my heart melt.”
Laughing he looked at her with his mischievous smile and said, “Maybe someday you’ll be saying that about me.”
Well, since he could already say anything and make her heart melt, she had no doubt he could probably sing it. Liz’s mind was already lost in daydreams of her with this sexy southern gentleman that she barely even knew. With just a glance from him her heart skipped a beat, and the slight, accidental touch of his hand sent waves of heat through her body. Could this be the passionate love she’d been waiting for? Only time would only tell.....
Chapter 2 coming soon.