The thoughts have rolled in...
They made out in a freezing parking lot, his bold hands cupping her ass, her shoulders nestled against his chest, underneath his coat.
"What are we going to do?" she sighed against his neck. "It doesn't matter. You don't want me. I'm fraught with issues..."
"I don't care." He teasingly, urgently thrust his hardness against her clothes softness and watched her eyes flutter. "I can't wait to fuck you..."
We're not going to sleep together (well, not technically, I suppose. We'll see...). Tomorrow I leave Southern state for holiday break. Uncomplicated is key. He has a harem of women. I'm waiting until I get in a real relationship.
But my bed still smells of him...
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You little hussy! I hope it's not causing you too much stress, uncomplicated is almost never possible, in my limited experience!
xxxxx
I am learning uncomplicated is SUCH an illusion! I secretly think this little tryst might be over before it begins...and realistically, that's totally OK!
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