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Hi!” Nicole said flatly, with no emotion, as she looked at Phil with a blank expression. “…Like, alone? I just wanna talk with you in private.” Phil responded. He looked at me. “Not to interrupt or anything. No offense, bro.” I waved him off, reassuring him it was fine. Nicole, however, was not so generous. Coughing once out of discomfort, she said, “Well, sorry, but I’m already talking with Adam here. Can it wait?” “Well, it would mean a lot to me.” Phil said, with a hint of pleading in his voice. “Interesting.” Nicole replied sarcastically. “So can it wait?” She was noticeably getting more hostile with each sentence. Phil sighed loudly. “Yeah, sure, it can. Whatever.” Dejected, he walked out of the room, with the rest of the council, leaving us two to ourselves. Interesting, I thought to myself as I noted Nicole’s inability to be real with Phil. I was definitely going to ask her about this indian later. As soon as the last person left, Nicole launched forward, latching her lips onto mine. Her hands clawed desperately around my back as she kissed me passionately. By the time her lips let go of mine, she was breathily heavily. “You have no idea how much I was holding myself back before.” She chuckled. “Now that you can’t get fuck all whiney about how I can’t kiss you.” I gave her a look that let her know that while I found her humorous, she could can those jokes whenever she wanted. “Yeah, yeah,” she waved me off. “Need a ride?” “I’d like one, if that’s okay.” I smiled. She smiled back, and we back to walk out of the council room together. I could definitely get used to this. “So, looking forward to semester two, kiddo?” She asked me. “Kiddo?” I asked. “What happened to ‘hotshot’?” She hard laughed. “I’m trying out some new stuff. You can’t be ‘squirt’ forever.” “Sure I can.” I argued. “And I wouldn’t complain.” Nicole shot me a look I can’t describe. The best way I could describe what was written on her face was ‘perplexed, slaphappy curiosity.’ As she walked down the hallway, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I’d really appreciate it if you could wash my old Corvette that’s in the garage. Sponsor, noted Laura. I won't embarrass you by asking hard whose cock you were SUCKING . . . And you?” Stacy asked. It was James, or so I thought since I could see the other two boys. She peeled off her t-shirt and threw it onto the pile of discarded clothing along with her sports bra. “Ooops sorry Tanya.” Dave said, “I got that wrong didn’t I?” Something deep within her sensed that there was more to come that evening. How fuck had this happened? indian The drug keeping the boy in its thrall despite the climax. The five hour flight in the cramped airplane was unbearable, can you imagine sitting there with an ol' lady that likes to talk, and on the other side a young lady barelly out of her teens.