willing to take Steve’s word for it.
“Inside your truck? But we just met!” I was still teasing, but there was a hint of truth mixed in there too. I liked Steve, but I didn’t know him.
Steve didn’t respond with words, but smiled and pressed his lips into mine. He tasted good, and I liked it when he pushed me against the door of his truck. His hands were on either side of my head, touching the door.
We kissed like that for a while. I felt a rush of daring and excitement. I was shocked to find myself in a situation like this just hours after I’d come back to Summitville. All joking with Maggie about me sleeping with a ton of guys every hour, this was totally unlike me. I wondered if pouring myself into this too-small dress was the problem. Was that what got Steve interested? Was that made made him come over and talk to me? I tried to wrap my head around it as we kissed.
Was I giving off the wrong message by dressing like this?I just did it because I didn’t have any other dresses to wear to stupid Harrison’s stupid welcome home party that everyone on Earth knew about except for me! This wasn’t my fault! Was wearing an outfit like this making me act differently than I was used to? I had no idea, but it could be.
Suddenly, things changed. I felt Steve move one of his hands away from near my head, and the next thing I knew, he was sliding his hand up my side, starting at my leg. I opened my eyes in surprise, and I shivered, not just because of the cold, but because it felt so good, even with his fingers moving upward over my dress like that.
Steve kept going, tracing his fingers up my waist and higher while we kissed. I could feel the sharp intake of his breath as he moved up, slowly.
After a few seconds he reached my chest, and I breathed in deeply as he cupped one of my breasts in his hand. Despite the layers of my bra and dress, which, to be fair, were both on the skimpy side, my nipple hardened against his gentle touch.
I closed my eyes again and sighed. It felt wonderful, having someone else touch me like that. I pressed my head against the cold glass of the door behind me, thrusting my breasts out toward Steve, giving him as much to touch as I could.
Steve kept playing with my breasts while he kissed me in the parking lot of the Crown. It felt like we continued on like that for hours, but of course, it was only a couple minutes.
I could have stayed like that for even longer, but Steve clearly had other ideas. Eventually he stopped playing with my breasts and moved his hand lower, slowly. I pushed myself away from the wall, thrusting my chest out at him even further, wanting to keep him there, wanting to keep him away from what I thought he would do next.
Steve didn’t disappoint - I felt his fingers brushing down my body over my dress. I tensed up, hoping he would slow down. This was moving a little too quickly for my taste. We barely knew each other.
“Mmmmh,” I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me. Steve pulled his lips away and started kissing down the side of my face and to my neck. I shuddered; it felt amazing, and for a second I was distracted from Steve’s wandering hands.
But not for long. “Steve,” I breathed, while he kissed me lightly up and down my neck. “We should slow down.” I could barely think straight with how he was making me feel. It had been so long since anyone had kissed me or touched me like this.
I craved more, even though I knew better. I wanted more, but this had to stop. Maybe if we spent some more time together, during the day or something, I could open up, but this was all happening too fast. It was like a blur, a fast moving train I wanted to get off of.
Steve paused to say, “Yeah?” He kept kissing me.
“Yeah. I mean, we just met. This is fun and all, but I don’t really know you.” I thought I was making my point well, that Steve would stop.
“What’s there to know?” He kept going. I felt his hand start sliding up my
“Inside your truck? But we just met!” I was still teasing, but there was a hint of truth mixed in there too. I liked Steve, but I didn’t know him.
Steve didn’t respond with words, but smiled and pressed his lips into mine. He tasted good, and I liked it when he pushed me against the door of his truck. His hands were on either side of my head, touching the door.
We kissed like that for a while. I felt a rush of daring and excitement. I was shocked to find myself in a situation like this just hours after I’d come back to Summitville. All joking with Maggie about me sleeping with a ton of guys every hour, this was totally unlike me. I wondered if pouring myself into this too-small dress was the problem. Was that what got Steve interested? Was that made made him come over and talk to me? I tried to wrap my head around it as we kissed.
Was I giving off the wrong message by dressing like this?I just did it because I didn’t have any other dresses to wear to stupid Harrison’s stupid welcome home party that everyone on Earth knew about except for me! This wasn’t my fault! Was wearing an outfit like this making me act differently than I was used to? I had no idea, but it could be.
Suddenly, things changed. I felt Steve move one of his hands away from near my head, and the next thing I knew, he was sliding his hand up my side, starting at my leg. I opened my eyes in surprise, and I shivered, not just because of the cold, but because it felt so good, even with his fingers moving upward over my dress like that.
Steve kept going, tracing his fingers up my waist and higher while we kissed. I could feel the sharp intake of his breath as he moved up, slowly.
After a few seconds he reached my chest, and I breathed in deeply as he cupped one of my breasts in his hand. Despite the layers of my bra and dress, which, to be fair, were both on the skimpy side, my nipple hardened against his gentle touch.
I closed my eyes again and sighed. It felt wonderful, having someone else touch me like that. I pressed my head against the cold glass of the door behind me, thrusting my breasts out toward Steve, giving him as much to touch as I could.
Steve kept playing with my breasts while he kissed me in the parking lot of the Crown. It felt like we continued on like that for hours, but of course, it was only a couple minutes.
I could have stayed like that for even longer, but Steve clearly had other ideas. Eventually he stopped playing with my breasts and moved his hand lower, slowly. I pushed myself away from the wall, thrusting my chest out at him even further, wanting to keep him there, wanting to keep him away from what I thought he would do next.
Steve didn’t disappoint - I felt his fingers brushing down my body over my dress. I tensed up, hoping he would slow down. This was moving a little too quickly for my taste. We barely knew each other.
“Mmmmh,” I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me. Steve pulled his lips away and started kissing down the side of my face and to my neck. I shuddered; it felt amazing, and for a second I was distracted from Steve’s wandering hands.
But not for long. “Steve,” I breathed, while he kissed me lightly up and down my neck. “We should slow down.” I could barely think straight with how he was making me feel. It had been so long since anyone had kissed me or touched me like this.
I craved more, even though I knew better. I wanted more, but this had to stop. Maybe if we spent some more time together, during the day or something, I could open up, but this was all happening too fast. It was like a blur, a fast moving train I wanted to get off of.
Steve paused to say, “Yeah?” He kept kissing me.
“Yeah. I mean, we just met. This is fun and all, but I don’t really know you.” I thought I was making my point well, that Steve would stop.
“What’s there to know?” He kept going. I felt his hand start sliding up my
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