“I mean...” The solution is so obvious, I can’t help but feel I’m being manipulated into it. Yet I let it happen, maybe I want it to happen. “I haven’t eaten, either. Take a raincheck on your birthday dinner with Tom, grab some grub with me?” Delight blooms on her face like she’s never heard a better idea in her life. “Oh yes, can I, Zak? I’m a cheap date.” She grabs her cozy red hoodie, zips it up to her collar. “It’s not a date.” But she ignores this.
Tag: teen
Harper
She stretches on her tip toes, reaching up, and I stare. Either the light’s playing tricks on me, or she’s not got on any underwear. And her ass, I’m entranced, it’s firm, perfectly round. I had no idea.
Terribly Easy 