I was ecstatic.
I still remember when he asked to come see me.
Apparently, he'd been dying to see me again. His exact words were,
"I just want to look at you again.", He had said over the phone.
And my silly heart stopped for some seconds.
I said yes. And he came over to see me.
Reminded about how tall he was compared to me again, I had to stand on my tiptoes to hug him.
He smelled devine. Like a musky scent with a hint of sexiness.
The way he kissed me. I was flabbergasted.
But he didn't just stop there. He slipped his fingers underneath my tank top and under my bra.
Then he firmly cupped my breast. I was confused, it was only our first date. But when he groaned lowly in my ear, I was a goner.
I wanted him too. So I arched my back and pushed my breast further into his hand.
When I got back home, I was flushed and breathing heavy.
I was as I said, intrigued by him.
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