I hope to have the final part out by this weekend. I wanted him. With both hands, I slid down his shorts and underwear, pulling them off his feet along with his sandals. “You know what I’m thinking? “Waiting makes it hotter.”
I couldn’t keep lying to him. “That was great!”
“Yeah.”
“It was hot!”
“Awesomely hot!” I agreed. I’d seen passion portrayed in movies, but had no idea how intense the real thing could really be, especially at our ages. I closed the door and leaned back against it. This one is short. “I know you don’t like coffee, but this is a very special iced coffee. “You know how close Jason and I are,” I protested. “I kept thinking of your strong body and the things we did.” He smiled and looked into my eyes. I mean, Tyler and I have barely started, you know, being boyfriends.” It was a token defense.
