I stared longingly into the enchanting blue eyes of my beautiful girlfriend of two years. Amanda. My hand rest on her upper thigh, and hers on mine. Our lips intertwining in a way not likely to seperate. This kiss was passionate. My hand came around up rest on her soft cheek. I could feel the smile on my face while we continued to make out. The lips that connected us parted, but not in the way that would mean leaving eachother as our tongues rolled into each other's mouths, forming their own sort of pattern that was diffent from the lips. I slid my hand from the side of her head, down her neck, making her join in on the smile-kissing. She knew what I was trying. My warm palm continued to slide down, past her shoulder and down her chest and stopped over her breast. She bit my lip in her usual sexy way that she adored.
The time eventually came when her father had to pick Amanda up from our "Study Group." He knocked on the door in his loud and oaf-like matter and our Amanda and mine lips closed and seperated, finishing our make out session that had started with us sitting down, and ended up with us laying on the bed. We stood up, she put her shirt back on. I put mine back on. And we picked up our back packs and I escorted her to the door. "Wait." She said. "I think I left my pencil case somewhere in your room, Lauchie."
"Oh yeah, I'll show you where you put it." I said, my back to her father with a wink. We walked back to my room, and I pushed her up against the wall that was right next to the doorway. This kiss was different to the one we shared on the bed. It was hard. It was screaming for more. I came back off her and stared with a hot and bothered look on my face, whispering, "I love you Amanda Enshantra." She winked seductively and left.
