I’ve always thought he was handsome, and I’d caught him checking me out sometimes. It was summer, and I’d when to his house to drop books for my friend .She was not in .his father was at home.I was wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt, and when I saw him pull up, I intentionally pulled up my shorts to show off my butt and legs. He stopped in, dropped off the things on the counter, and I could feel his eyes on me.
He stepped closer, our bodies almost touching. His eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my butt and legs. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart racing. As he moved even closer, his hand brushed against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. I leaned in, our faces inches apart, and then his lips were on mine. The kiss was intense, and it felt like the world melted away.
His hands began to explore, one sliding up my back, under my T-shirt, caressing my skin. The other hand moved down to my butt, squeezing it gently. I gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, but he didn’t stop. He kissed along my jawline, down to my neck, making me moan softly.
We stumbled out of the kitchen, his hands never leaving my body. He pressed me against the wall in the hallway, his mouth capturing mine again. His hand moved up to my chest, cupping my breast over my shirt, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I could feel it hardening under his touch…