Side dude

One night

I didn't want to take my lips from his, but when I did; I knew. I knew I was about to be in for it. I knew it was all over. The smirk on his face was a tell tale sign that this was where the night would be getting interesting. Intertwining our fingers together we leaned against one another as we made our way back to where Q's car was parked in front of Stacey's house. But every time his hand would slightly rub against my side my body would pulsate, and sparks would fly. The intensity of our attraction had to of tripled in the short walk that it took to get back to his car.
When we got in the car, it felt like only minutes till we pulled up to another house. This one I assumed was his. He grabbed my hand and lead me into the house and up the stairs that were immediately in front of the door. He lead me down the hallway and into a the third room on the right.

Q opened the door, and I was actually surprised. I wasn't sure what I was really expecting from him but I was definifelty not expecting what I was seeing in front of me currently. His room was well put together. To my right was his closet, and his bed against the far right wall, a tv mounted against the wall on my left, and his dressers were placed below his windows on the far left wall. He had a dark blue comforter set on his bed, with a night stand that held a lamp, and other miscellanous items on it.

Before I was able to even turn around to face him I heard his door close and felt his lips against my neck. I tilted my head back letting out a groan before turning into mush in his hands. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him so that I could feel him against my ass. He lead me towards his bed with me facing away from him until my knees hit the side of the bed.