” He whispered in my ear shushing me. I wasn't even aware I had made a noise. He presses his front firmly to my back wrapping his arms around me. I ...an feel every lean, hard, inch of him against my back, as hot water cascades over us. “What was wrong at school today?” He asks. “Nothing.” I sigh knowing I can’t tell him. “Just something Miranda said.” I say not entirely lying.“Hmm.” He says wisely keeping his thoughts about my best friend to himself. I am distracted by the feeling of his. My girlfriend had posted another slutty picture, 90% cleavage, 10% face, of fucking course. I didn't care anymore, I should have listened when everyone told me she was a slut.By now my mom had already left, leaving me alone in the house with my younger sister Carol. She was still sleeping since it was the weekend and she probably stayed up to ungodly hours. It was saturday morning and I didn't have anything to do today until about seven when I was supposed to go see the new horror movie Lights. She turned to look around, but there was nothing to see but endless, featureless grey; she knew, in the way you knew in dreams, that she could walk forever and still not see anything. The surroundings were not what was important.He was.She knew it was a he, even though she could not see his face or features; there were broad shoulders, a hint of short hair, a greater height than hers, but other than that he was like a walking shadow, barely distinguishable from the surrounding gloom. She wasn't. Carson responds by pushing her against the counter and devouring her mouth again. Miranda lets her hands slide down to feel his shoulders and arms. Her mind is screaming at all the different feelings and sensations that she is felling. He releases her lips and nuzzles her neck. Miranda feels his lips touch her skin and moans. Her hands travel to his chest. He continues to kiss her neck, making his way to the top breasts.Then Miranda stops him, pushing at his face. “How about we take this to the.
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