Grabbing me by the waist he lifted me onto the counter, turning me so I was facing him. Kissing me deeply he turned me so I was leaning against the counter. I gasped and leaned back on my elbows, intuitively spreading my legs. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any louder or more enthusiastic he slid his tongue deep into me and I went crazy. Whereas I was working hard on the stepper, my quadriceps were complaining bitterly and Talking Heads ‘Burning Down the House’ wafted through my headset,
‘All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shape down Dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hundred sixty five degrees
Burning down the house’
The college fitness centre was relatively empty at 3:30 in the afternoon. As we kissed he reached up and ripped my tiny shorts down.
