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Everything Changes After Spending 7 Months Apart – (Chapter: Girl, Save your soul before you're too far gone. Before Nothing can be done. Without me, you've got it all.)
The kissing started so innocent, but as time went on, it became more passionate. Sometimes it is a good thing to just go at it instead of being gentle and easy. It releases a lot of pent up energy and emotion.
I move my extremely cold hand to her cheek. Well, I intended to touch her cheek. Instead, it landed on her neck. We kept getting more and more passionate in our kissing. Our hands were traveling each other like we were new to hormones and exploring each other for the first time.
At this point neither of us care that the door is open and my parents are in the living room and could just glance outside and see us. She is turning me on with every touch. The alcohol has given her more confidence. She easily slides her hand between my legs or over my breast and I love it! She wears confidence well.
It crosses my mind that we have been making out for almost half an hour, and nothing else. The reason was easy to figure out. We were hoping my parents would go to bed soon enough. So we continue kissing, touching, caressing, scratching and biting. Every bit of me is on fire. I want her so bad that I can’t stand it.
I lay her back slowly and position myself above her, between her legs. As I kiss her, I can’t help but grind into her. My body is telling me to just go shut the door and go at it. But the other part of me that still has its rationality intact tells me that my parents would then know what was going on. They wouldn’t care, so long as it wasn’t on the porch on their futon.
“Do you want to go get in the bed?” I suggest easily.
She talks to me between kisses. “We can wait a little longer.”
That is a lot easier to do if we were to stop making out. But with the way our lips don’t stop working and our hands don’t stop groping, we were doomed. There was no way it was going to stop.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get in the bed.”
“No, right here” There is a seduction laced through her voice that I have not heard in a long time. There was almost a plea in her tone, as if asking me not to stop. I moan slightly and kiss her again and more.


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