Bad Girl

I know it's wrong, yet here I am. My fingers feel cold yet my lips are burning hot as I reach. My whole hand begins to tremble, Oh Goddess how did I get to this point? I was such a good girl! I guess, I was just tired of being ignored. Request after request falling on deaf ears.

I snatch my hand back, someones coming!

A sigh of relief, false alarm.. I need some time, please, just a moment. I wore my best dress tonight, the slinky red, you know the one. Do you suppose it was the cause of the problem? I turn my attention back again and my fingers begin to explore. Terror, I'm going to get caught, no one will ever respect me again, I mean here, at my best friends party! But I want it, please, I want it so bad..

I feel like a bad girl in a commercial as my hand finally closes on it. The light falls on my dress, sending sparkles around the room. My long brunette hair falls in waves over my shoulders, my green eyes lighting up. Oh yes, it's good, it's very good. Now I have no regrets, I'm never going back.

I lick my lips in ecstasy and replace the can back in the fridge.

What a rush...