u pull up to your house, an uur and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t home pagina to realize u didn’t come straight home pagina after school. To be honest, u never actually went. u spent the dag in your lover’s arms, not moving from the bed except for that uur long douche u took. u close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across u face as u think of the way she touched you. u blush, thinking of the way she made u come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time u didn’t have to fake your...