“So, if I was to kiss you again?”

The question hangs in the air, mingling with your shared breaths. You’re staring at her lips, worrying your own bottom lip with your teeth as you recall the memory of her kiss. You know this is wrong, but when she’s close enough that you can feel her breath on your lips, and her hands are clasped behind her back like that to keep from touching you, it’s hard to remember why.

She leans forward just slightly, searching your eyes for any sign that you don’t want this. You know she won’t find any, because you want this god you want this and then she’s kissing you and Tonya who? It’s meant to be hesitant, tender, but the instant your lips collide everything else fades away and you barely even notice when she slams you against the wall because her hands are gripping the sides of your head, moving down your body to grasp your hips and oh god this is good.

Her back is warm under your hands, through her shirt and you love this shirt but right now it’s just really in the way and you barely escape ripping it as you tug it out of her skirt. And her skin, it’s soft and smooth and hot and you can just imagine how it tastes but she beats you to it, and her lips and teeth and tongue are on your neck and is that her hand? yes it is that’s her hand on your ***** and her knee is slipping between your thighs, and it’s bare skin on bare skin because it’s hot and you always jog in shorts and my god did she have to wear that short skirt today? But oh, short skirts are good, better than her shirt, and your hands are slowly moving up her thighs under that skirt and whoever invented the short skirt is a ***** genius.

You can feel her hot on your thigh and her ***** are pushing against yours in a way that is really, really ***** and god, you really are so ***** but right now that’s the least of your concerns ’cause she’s licking the sweat from your collarbone, and you can’t really think rationally right now. You’re rocking against her thigh, and you’re sure that “oh god Al” is somewhere amongst the indecipherable moans coming from your throat and then-