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   Inertia. The everyday humdrum of life was almost incapacitating. Adela felt as though she was watching life from a window. All the play outside and she was stuck in here, forced to behave like a good girl. She wanted so badly to be that good girl. The epitome of 1950's perfection. But try as she may, the other girl in her, the bad girl, played dirty. She'd sneak into her dreams, waking Adela in the dead of night. She'd be hot and wet from the lucidity of her baser instincts. Still. She resisted.
   Days would go by when she'd wake in the morning with no dreams to remember. But there were still those nights when her sexuality would wreak havoc on her brain. Adela always knew what she liked, but never had been very capable of expressing those desires. Least of all to the man sleeping next to her. It was a multitude of things that inhibited her where he was concerned. A rocky past, the blase nature of his demeanor, and innate need to feel wanted. Adela had difficulty grasping his thoughts of her. She often wondered if he fantasized about her. She wondered if he thought of her that way at all. Lately, it didn't seem so.
   Granted, life seemed to get in the way of everything these days. But that was still no excuse for not indulging in the sweet release of ecstacy. Adela hadn't been feeling very sexy, therefore, the confidence in her dwindled with each passing day. And in that, the bad girl forced herself into her dreams more and more. A chance encounter here, a sweat inducing romp there. It was as though the bad girl was telling her what they needed. But Adela knew she was the good girl. She had to be the good girl.
   That was until a fated solo night out. It was long overdue. Adela put on a cleavage baring black v-neck shirt and shimmied herself into tight jeans that showcased her envious behind. She decided to highlight her light green eyes with smoky black eyeliner and laced her long lashes with mascara. It wasn't a miraculous transformation, but it wasn't bad. Venturing to the local watering hole, Adela felt her body quiver with excitement. She hadn't been among the "party" scene in quite a while. Upon entering the colorfully lit bar, Adela spotted her friend, Abby, and smiled wide, her teeth glowing in the blacklight. The bad girl in her was smiling, too, she could feel it.
   "You look hot!" said Abby, in a pink top and khaki shorts.
   "Thankyou! I wasn't sure." Adela replied with a boost in confidence.
   Abby laughed and rolled her eyes, "you didn't notice the guys watching you walk over here?"
   Adela honestly didn't. She'd practically made a bee-line for Abby the moment she caught sight of her. So she shrugged.
   "Are you gonna sing? Please tell me you're gonna sing." Abby pleaded.
   The bad girl smiled deviously and poked at Adela. This was her element. Adela was always the most confident when she sang.
   "Yeah." she replied as nonchalantly as possible.
   And that's when she heard a familiar voice from behind her. The tenor was smooth and supple. "You're actually out!"
   Adela turned her head to see Peter leaning into her. Her pulse thudded hard and quick. Where did that come from? It took her aback to feel aroused by his mere presence. Then he smiled. Her pulse quickened and she felt a shot of electricity weave it's way down her spine. Interesting. Adela tried not to think on it too much, so turned to Abby to ask where the song book was. She had to behave.
   Ten minutes of laughing and talking about the week had past when Adela was called up to sing. The rush made the good girl slip away as the bad girl came to the forefront. Uninhibited, Adela took the mic and closed her eyes. For a moment, the idea that this was going to be the highlight of her week...hell...even the month, gave her pause. But the music began and all her worries faded as she sang, effortlessly, 'Killing Me Softly'. The boisterous crowd went silent immediately. The bad girl was here. She swayed and swung her hips back and forth, let her fingertips graze her torso as she crooned, soulfully. This was just the tip of the iceberg for Adela. She knew that once this part of her was out it was all over. But she loved ever minute.
   The song ended with Adela's sweet breathy voice trailing the last line as the din of applause and whoops and hollars filled the room. She smiled coyly as she retreated to Abby, absolutely beaming.
   "You're amazing." said that sultry voice from behind.
   Adela spun around and saw Peter casting her a wanting stare. She caught him appraising her breasts and felt herself pushing them forward. Yes, indeed, the bad girl was here.
   "Thankyou." she said with a trace of silky flirtation.
   As she looked at Peter she noticed just how gorgeous he really was. In all honsety, she hadn't really noticed before. He had a perfect V frame, broad shoulders and narrow hips, with long, lean muscles. His dark hair contrasted beautifully with his jewel-green eyes. And he had dimples to die for. Again, that shot of electricity wove down her spine. But this time, it wrapped itself around her inner thighs, making the blood in her pelvis burn. It took about two seconds for her to realize that she wanted Peter. And she wanted him bad.

Description
   Inertia. The everyday humdrum of life was almost incapacitating. Adela felt as though she was watching life from a window. All the play outside and she was stuck in here, forced to behave like a good girl. She wanted so badly to be that good girl. The epitome of 1950's perfection. But try as she may, the other girl in her, the bad girl, played dirty. She'd sneak into her dreams, waking Adela in the dead of night. She'd be hot and wet from the lucidity of her baser instincts. Still. She resisted.
   Days would go by when she'd wake in the morning with no dreams to remember. But there were still those nights when her sexuality would wreak havoc on her brain. Adela always knew what she liked, but never had been very capable of expressing those desires. Least of all to the man sleeping next to her. It was a multitude of things that inhibited her where he was concerned. A rocky past, the blase nature of his demeanor, and innate need to feel wanted. Adela had difficulty grasping his thoughts of her. She often wondered if he fantasized about her. She wondered if he thought of her that way at all. Lately, it didn't seem so.
   Granted, life seemed to get in the way of everything these days. But that was still no excuse for not indulging in the sweet release of ecstacy. Adela hadn't been feeling very sexy, therefore, the confidence in her dwindled with each passing day. And in that, the bad girl forced herself into her dreams more and more. A chance encounter here, a sweat inducing romp there. It was as though the bad girl was telling her what they needed. But Adela knew she was the good girl. She had to be the good girl.
   That was until a fated solo night out. It was long overdue. Adela put on a cleavage baring black v-neck shirt and shimmied herself into tight jeans that showcased her envious behind. She decided to highlight her light green eyes with smoky black eyeliner and laced her long lashes with mascara. It wasn't a miraculous transformation, but it wasn't bad. Venturing to the local watering hole, Adela felt her body quiver with excitement. She hadn't been among the "party" scene in quite a while. Upon entering the colorfully lit bar, Adela spotted her friend, Abby, and smiled wide, her teeth glowing in the blacklight. The bad girl in her was smiling, too, she could feel it.
   "You look hot!" said Abby, in a pink top and khaki shorts.
   "Thankyou! I wasn't sure." Adela replied with a boost in confidence.
   Abby laughed and rolled her eyes, "you didn't notice the guys watching you walk over here?"
   Adela honestly didn't. She'd practically made a bee-line for Abby the moment she caught sight of her. So she shrugged.
   "Are you gonna sing? Please tell me you're gonna sing." Abby pleaded.
   The bad girl smiled deviously and poked at Adela. This was her element. Adela was always the most confident when she sang.
   "Yeah." she replied as nonchalantly as possible.
   And that's when she heard a familiar voice from behind her. The tenor was smooth and supple. "You're actually out!"
   Adela turned her head to see Peter leaning into her. Her pulse thudded hard and quick. Where did that come from? It took her aback to feel aroused by his mere presence. Then he smiled. Her pulse quickened and she felt a shot of electricity weave it's way down her spine. Interesting. Adela tried not to think on it too much, so turned to Abby to ask where the song book was. She had to behave.
   Ten minutes of laughing and talking about the week had past when Adela was called up to sing. The rush made the good girl slip away as the bad girl came to the forefront. Uninhibited, Adela took the mic and closed her eyes. For a moment, the idea that this was going to be the highlight of her week...hell...even the month, gave her pause. But the music began and all her worries faded as she sang, effortlessly, 'Killing Me Softly'. The boisterous crowd went silent immediately. The bad girl was here. She swayed and swung her hips back and forth, let her fingertips graze her torso as she crooned, soulfully. This was just the tip of the iceberg for Adela. She knew that once this part of her was out it was all over. But she loved ever minute.
   The song ended with Adela's sweet breathy voice trailing the last line as the din of applause and whoops and hollars filled the room. She smiled coyly as she retreated to Abby, absolutely beaming.
   "You're amazing." said that sultry voice from behind.
   Adela spun around and saw Peter casting her a wanting stare. She caught him appraising her breasts and felt herself pushing them forward. Yes, indeed, the bad girl was here.
   "Thankyou." she said with a trace of silky flirtation.
   As she looked at Peter she noticed just how gorgeous he really was. In all honsety, she hadn't really noticed before. He had a perfect V frame, broad shoulders and narrow hips, with long, lean muscles. His dark hair contrasted beautifully with his jewel-green eyes. And he had dimples to die for. Again, that shot of electricity wove down her spine. But this time, it wrapped itself around her inner thighs, making the blood in her pelvis burn. It took about two seconds for her to realize that she wanted Peter. And she wanted him bad.