Can I kiss you?_ And she would let him, lightly on her lips, a moment of brief anticipation. __our kisses are like sugar woman._ He would tell her affectionately. __o sweet._ He would close in on her and then ask softly, __lease spend the night with me.
Don__ ask where I got this idea, because I couldn__ tell you, but I knew precisely where we were going, and I was sure that this might officially make me a slut. But when we reached the door of the unused janitor__ closet, I had no feeling of shame_ not yet, at least.I grasped the doorknob and noticed Wesley__ eyes narrow with suspicion. I yanked open the door, checked that no one was watching, and gestured for him to go inside. Wesley walked into the tiny closet, and I followed, shutting the door stealthily behind us.__omething tells me this isn__ about The Scarlet Letter,_ he said, and even in the dark I knew he was grinning.__e quiet.__his time he met me halfway. His hands tangled in my hair and mine clawed at his forearms. We kissed violently, and my back slammed against the wall. I heard a mop-or maybe a broom-topple over, but my brain barely registered the sound as one of Wesley__ hands moved to my hip, holding me closer to him. He was so much taller than me that I had to tilt my head back almost all the way to meet his kiss. His lips pressed hard against mine, and I let my hands explore his biceps.The smell of his cologne, rather than the lonely, stale air of the closet, filled my senses.We wrestled in the darkness for a while before I felt his hand insistently lifting the hem of my T-shirt. With a gasp, I pulled away from the kiss and grabbed his wrist. __o_ not now.___hen when?_ Wesley asked in my ear, still pinning me to the wall. He didn__ even sound winded.I, on the other hand, struggled to catch my breath. __ater.___e more specific.__ squirmed out of his arms and moved toward the door, nearly tripping over what felt like a bucket. I raised a hand to flatten my wavy hair and reached for the doorknob. __onight. I__l be at your house around seven. Okay?_ But before he could answer, I slipped out of the closet and hurried down the hall, hoping it didn__ look like a walk of shame.
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Don__ ask where I got this idea, because I couldn__ tell you, but I knew precisely where we were going, and I was sure that this might officially make me a slut. But when we reached the door of the unused janitor__ closet, I had no feeling of shame_ not yet, at least.I grasped the doorknob and noticed Wesley__ eyes narrow with suspicion. I yanked open the door, checked that no one was watching, and gestured for him to go inside. Wesley walked into the tiny closet, and I followed, shutting the door stealthily behind us.__omething tells me this isn__ about The Scarlet Letter,_ he said, and even in the dark I knew he was grinning.__e quiet.__his time he met me halfway. His hands tangled in my hair and mine clawed at his forearms. We kissed violently, and my back slammed against the wall. I heard a mop-or maybe a broom-topple over, but my brain barely registered the sound as one of Wesley__ hands moved to my hip, holding me closer to him. He was so much taller than me that I had to tilt my head back almost all the way to meet his kiss. His lips pressed hard against mine, and I let my hands explore his biceps.The smell of his cologne, rather than the lonely, stale air of the closet, filled my senses.We wrestled in the darkness for a while before I felt his hand insistently lifting the hem of my T-shirt. With a gasp, I pulled away from the kiss and grabbed his wrist. __o_ not now.___hen when?_ Wesley asked in my ear, still pinning me to the wall. He didn__ even sound winded.I, on the other hand, struggled to catch my breath. __ater.___e more specific.__ squirmed out of his arms and moved toward the door, nearly tripping over what felt like a bucket. I raised a hand to flatten my wavy hair and reached for the doorknob. __onight. I__l be at your house around seven. Okay?_ But before he could answer, I slipped out of the closet and hurried down the hall, hoping it didn__ look like a walk of shame.
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