Wishing upon a star

"Holy fuck...her...I want...her. I wish she was mine."

There's a blinding flash of light, like the flash of a lighting bolt, but it was everywhere and all at once. A blue fog of light that was there and gone so fast you thought you'd imagined it. There was no thunder, no noise with it at all. No one else seemed to notice it at all, but that short curvy Latina crossed the rest of the way to you, the crowd parting like Moses and the Red Sea. It was surreal; it seemed like they didn't realize what they were doing at all, they were just moving on autopilot, just like she was.

"Hi," she says when she's in front of you.

"Dude," Dave said, elbowing you and nodding approvingly.

"Hey," you say and can't help but wet your lips as you eye-fuck this gorgeous woman.

"What's your name?"

"John," you say automatically. "What's..." you start to ask and she reaches up to put a finger on your lips. The motion made her crop top ride up and you caught a glimpse of cherry red bra under the short top. Was it that short before? Fuck you love girls in crop-tops...all that glorious skin exposed...goddamn her nipples are hard....fuck your cock is throbbing. It feels like you haven't had a drink of water in days.

"That's way to long for me to remember," she says with a cheeky grin. "Can I just call you..."