palming, I guess my hands have a mind of their own as one goes up to his shoulder and the other slides over his thigh and up to his groin. My breath catches as I find how excited he is. I admit I haven’t ever gone this far before. I could never work up the nerve to actually touch his most private area and I have to say I shouldn’t have waited so long.
He groans long and deep into my mouth as his hand moves from my thigh to under my dress. The trail of fire across my skin has me panting as he gets closer and closer to the place I want him most.
Uncomfortable I decide to climb up into his lap so he can reach the heat between my legs easier. When I move I guess he breaks out of the spell we are in when we make out. It’s like there is no one else in the world but Chance and his lips. His hands. His body.
I kind of shake my head to clear myself from the lust hazed fog, I shouldn’t let him get to me like this. Jesus. That was fucking hot. “Later, I promise.” he says as he kisses my neck.
I make a sound of disappointment which only makes him chuckle. He is always laughing at me, which is kind of annoying especially when I’m not trying to be funny. I told him that once and he said I was being so cute he couldn’t help himself.
Whatever. I’m not even a little bit cute.
He backs the truck out of the driveway and head towards the school where the dance is being held. The gym is old as hell and has no air conditioning so I’m hating this shit already. The parking lot is full of cars when we get there and I literally groan. I really hate crowded spaces. Add the no AC and we are all going to stink in like twenty minutes! Eww.
“We don’t have to stay long.” h e says when he opens my door, seeing the look on my face.
“Okay big foot.” I kiss his cheek since he did something sweet for me. He smacks me on the butt as I start to walk away and I stop. I look back at him and he has a sheepish grin on his face. I can’t help to smile back. That was new.
“Smalls.” He grabs my hand as we head into the dance. As I predicted every senior and every junior are in the room. A lot of the girls are sweating off their makeup and look like crack whores. I find this totally funny.
Chance pulls me towards a table in the back as we pass people dancing like idiots in the dark room. The only lights are hanging from the wall, plus the strobe lights flicking on the dance floor. They went for a club theme. How original.
There is a punch bowl and snacks near the door and tables pushed back against the far wall for people to rest between dancing. I see Creed’s blonde hair peeking through a throng of people and I guess that is where Chance is heading. Creed at first was weird around me, but now he looks at me much the same way Chance does. And only when Chance won’t notice. So when we reach the table and he sees me, his jaw drops. Oh boy.
“You look beautiful, Norma.” Creed says.
Chance
It takes everything in me not to punch Creed. I honestly want to crunch his pretty face under my fist and watch it bleed. Does he not realize I see the way he looks at her? I thought we were better friends than that. I should have known the second I decided to have a girlfriend he would eye-fuck her all the time.
Not that I blame him for that. She looks so goddamn gorgeous and I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. That dress makes her legs look killer and miles long. Her eyes have this mysterious sexy look about them and I don’t want to look away. Her hair falls around her face and its looks so fucking soft all I want to do is run my fingers through it.
“Uh…thank you?” it sounds more like a question, and I feel myself calm down. She has no idea what’s going on in that head of his. If I didn’t love him like a brother, I wouldn’t put up with the fucked up individual that he is.
I nod at the guys sitting around the table and pull Norma closer to me. “Dance?” I ask next to her ear. She smiles and nods so I
He groans long and deep into my mouth as his hand moves from my thigh to under my dress. The trail of fire across my skin has me panting as he gets closer and closer to the place I want him most.
Uncomfortable I decide to climb up into his lap so he can reach the heat between my legs easier. When I move I guess he breaks out of the spell we are in when we make out. It’s like there is no one else in the world but Chance and his lips. His hands. His body.
I kind of shake my head to clear myself from the lust hazed fog, I shouldn’t let him get to me like this. Jesus. That was fucking hot. “Later, I promise.” he says as he kisses my neck.
I make a sound of disappointment which only makes him chuckle. He is always laughing at me, which is kind of annoying especially when I’m not trying to be funny. I told him that once and he said I was being so cute he couldn’t help himself.
Whatever. I’m not even a little bit cute.
He backs the truck out of the driveway and head towards the school where the dance is being held. The gym is old as hell and has no air conditioning so I’m hating this shit already. The parking lot is full of cars when we get there and I literally groan. I really hate crowded spaces. Add the no AC and we are all going to stink in like twenty minutes! Eww.
“We don’t have to stay long.” h e says when he opens my door, seeing the look on my face.
“Okay big foot.” I kiss his cheek since he did something sweet for me. He smacks me on the butt as I start to walk away and I stop. I look back at him and he has a sheepish grin on his face. I can’t help to smile back. That was new.
“Smalls.” He grabs my hand as we head into the dance. As I predicted every senior and every junior are in the room. A lot of the girls are sweating off their makeup and look like crack whores. I find this totally funny.
Chance pulls me towards a table in the back as we pass people dancing like idiots in the dark room. The only lights are hanging from the wall, plus the strobe lights flicking on the dance floor. They went for a club theme. How original.
There is a punch bowl and snacks near the door and tables pushed back against the far wall for people to rest between dancing. I see Creed’s blonde hair peeking through a throng of people and I guess that is where Chance is heading. Creed at first was weird around me, but now he looks at me much the same way Chance does. And only when Chance won’t notice. So when we reach the table and he sees me, his jaw drops. Oh boy.
“You look beautiful, Norma.” Creed says.
Chance
It takes everything in me not to punch Creed. I honestly want to crunch his pretty face under my fist and watch it bleed. Does he not realize I see the way he looks at her? I thought we were better friends than that. I should have known the second I decided to have a girlfriend he would eye-fuck her all the time.
Not that I blame him for that. She looks so goddamn gorgeous and I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. That dress makes her legs look killer and miles long. Her eyes have this mysterious sexy look about them and I don’t want to look away. Her hair falls around her face and its looks so fucking soft all I want to do is run my fingers through it.
“Uh…thank you?” it sounds more like a question, and I feel myself calm down. She has no idea what’s going on in that head of his. If I didn’t love him like a brother, I wouldn’t put up with the fucked up individual that he is.
I nod at the guys sitting around the table and pull Norma closer to me. “Dance?” I ask next to her ear. She smiles and nods so I
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