It had taken me a long time to admit that to myself; I’d spent pretty much my entire adolescence getting in fights with my friends, any time they would make comments about how hot and sexy they thought she was, and all the nasty things they wanted to do to her if they ever got the chance. “Morning!” I yawned, taking a moment to appreciate the view. I loved her, and she loved me. “Pep rally first period,” I told her, murmuring softly against the back of her ear in the way I knew drove her wild. Whatever that might be.” I smiled up at her as reassuringly as I knew how. There’s no shame in admitting what turns you on. But eventually I had to pull out, and as she stared up at me biting her lip with that wicked, guilty look of anticipation in her eyes, I knew exactly what she wanted and helped her down to her knees. There’s no shame in admitting what turns you on.
