Some kind of Sugar High. [FM]

I decided to keep sharing, after all. <3

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It’s the day after he takes my virginity. We’re both in bed, I’m slipping in and out of sleep, John keeps me in his arms, holding me as I rest my head on his chest. I feel more than safe.

I wake up again with the sound of rain and the smell of cigarette smoke. He’s fully awake now, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only black boxers. I’m completely naked and when he notices I’m awake, lying on my stomach, he puts the cigarette out and leans over me, brushes the hair out of my face and plants a kiss on my cheek, says “Good morning, Sweetheart” and then playfully smacks my ass cheek. I yelp and giggle, curse him out as he chuckles.

I head over to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth. When I come back he hasn’t moved from his spot and is eyeing me like a hawk. I play it cool, but make sure to stretch my arms up so he can get a perfect view, especially of my breasts.

He didn’t know. [FM]

His name is John and he’s older than me. He’s tall, handsome, lean and he smells of cigarettes and beer. When I first meet him, I can’t stop staring. I try to play it cool.

He’s into punk rock, and I’m more the classic rock kinda girl. We spend an evening discussing the greatest hits of the 70’s. He’s impressed someone my age knows so much about that time. I tell him it’s not hard to learn.

We hit it off and become friends. I’m a petite, 21 year old girl. I have long, dark hair that reaches just inches above my waist. I’m slim and quiet. He’s a 29 year old man with a killer smile.

Months go by and we always flirt but nothing ever happens. We like each other’s company but we both have baggages from prevous relationships. He sucks at them, and I suck too.