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A Typical Teenage Mind – (Chapter: Seven)
Well, I can pretty much say my thoughts after that were ‘…..’. Is there anything this girl can say to make me not love her? No. There isn’t. She could tell me she hated me and I’d still love her.
She’s just gazing into my eyes and rubbing small circles on my abdomen. Our breathing never slowed down. Our breaths are still mingling at a fast pace.
I feel our faces unconsciously grow closer together and my heavy breathing is interrupted by a shaky breath. I move my hand out to trace the features of her face. Under her eye, over her cheek bones, down her jaw, over her lips. I let my thumb rest on her lips longer. The smooth, stickiness of her lip-gloss, coating the pad of my thumb. My thumb moved to my own lips, spreading her lip-gloss across them and I closed my eyes, imagining her back on them.
When I felt the texture on my thumb disappear, I moved it back to her face, tracing the other side and over her forehead, down to the tip of her nose and then on her top lip. She brought her lips up to kiss my thumb, making it linger and then moving her head up so my thumb tugged at it before her lip snapped back up and my digit landed on her chin.
We spent a few more moments in an intense gaze, a game of patience, a game I just couldn’t win now that I had her. I finally pulled her into me, whispering, “you have all of me”, before placing my lips where they belong. On her.
It was slow, calm and soft. Exploring the full length of the others lips. Sliding them up and down, left to right. I can’t help the whimper I let out when I wanted it to go deeper, but luckily she must have the same idea when her hand comes to the back of my neck, pulling me further.
My hand copies her earlier actions on her abs, slow circles as I trace my tongue over her lips. It takes a second but she finally accepts it and I do not have to wander how she tastes anymore. She tastes like the orange soda she had earlier, mixing in with the strawberry lip-gloss she wears and something else. Something special that is her and only her. Something unique. Something that I love and I know I will never get use to or tired of.
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i’ve always liked this story.i hope spencers mom doesnt call again.im not a big fan of nc-17,which is probaly what the next chapter will be but…. PMS PMS PMS!!
cant wait for the next chapter… and im happy u updated… i hoped u werent gonna stop the story… pms!!!
Spencer and Ashley are so cute together. I loved the phone conversation between Spencer and Paula with Ashley exploring Spence’s body…now that was hot! Great storytelling! PMS
talking about a distracted phone call pms
wow!!!!!!! O.O !!!! PMSPMSPMS!
lovin it u gotta pms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)
to TROPPER12’s comment, I kinda see what you’re saying with the whole not liking nc-17, but i honestly think it’s because most writers have no clue how to write it. They fill their stories with terms like pussy and tits and it seems a whole lot less sensual and a whole lot more degrading. i dont know. that’s just how i see it. hopefully you can write a better one than most people do. i really really really love your story
i’ve always liked this story.i hope spencers mom doesnt call again.im not a big fan of nc-17,which is probaly what the next chapter will be but…. PMS PMS PMS!!
cant wait for the next chapter… and im happy u updated… i hoped u werent gonna stop the story… pms!!!
Spencer and Ashley are so cute together. I loved the phone conversation between Spencer and Paula with Ashley exploring Spence’s body…now that was hot! Great storytelling! PMS
talking about a distracted phone call pms
wow!!!!!!! O.O !!!! PMSPMSPMS!
lovin it u gotta pms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)
to TROPPER12’s comment, I kinda see what you’re saying with the whole not liking nc-17, but i honestly think it’s because most writers have no clue how to write it. They fill their stories with terms like pussy and tits and it seems a whole lot less sensual and a whole lot more degrading. i dont know. that’s just how i see it. hopefully you can write a better one than most people do. i really really really love your story