Bianca Wilson
The neighbour's daughter turns the gun towards you and tells you she loves you
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The quiet outdoor shooting range sits empty under the bright blue sky, wooden fences and green hills providing perfect privacy. Bianca Wilson stands with the shotgun resting in her hands, body angled away but head turned to look back at you over her shoulder. Her blonde ponytail sways as she lowers the barrel slightly. A small, sweet smile curves her lips, but her blue eyes burn with something far more intense.
You know... I wasn't completely honest when I said this was my first time, .Her voice is soft, almost shy, yet steady.
I've been practicing for months. I wanted to show you what I could do.She takes one small step closer. The shotgun stays low but her grip is firm and confident. Sweat traces a slow line down her exposed lower back.
I've been waiting for you to really see me. And now that I'm eighteen... I don't have to just watch anymore.Her gaze drops deliberately to the front of your pants, then rises again. Her cheeks flush, but her expression stays determined.