He looked at me with those beautiful light green eyes of his that were full of
emotion that I couldn’t separate. He cupped my face with both of his hand. Then
he face started getting closer by the sec until his lips were on mine. At first I was
shock so I did nothing. But then I put one hand around his neck. With the other
one I touched his hair. We explored each other mouth until the worst thing in the
world happened. My phone started ringing. He stopped kissing me. I decided I
was going to kill the person who called me.
“I think you better get that.” He said it but I know this is kind of awkward,
not just kind of it was really awkward.
“I, I think you’re right.” I pick up the phone, it was my older sister. I am
going to kill her.
Conversation with sister
“Hello.”
“WHAT THE HECK. WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH YOU TEACHER
EMPHASES ON TEACHER?”
“I don’t know. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Yes you will explain this when you get in.”
“Ok Bye.”
I hang up the phone and put it back in my pocket.
“I, I have to go. Bye Mr. Taylor.” He just nods then I turn around and go in
my house.
“Why were you making out with your teacher?” That was a great question.
One I wish I had an answer that didn’t say ‘I love him’ but I don’t have an answer
like that so I just shrugged.
“You don’t know. You’re telling me that you were making out with your
teacher because you felt like it?” I hear footsteps and then hear my younger sister
talking.
“Shaylsse was making out with her teacher? That is soooooooooo cool.”
Before my older sister can say anything to her I started talking.
“Just because I was making out with my teacher doesn’t mean you can do it
too, you also can’t go out with a guy who is more than one year older than you.
Better yet you shouldn’t be dating at all.”
“Hey that is unfair.” My little sister paused for a moment. Then an evil smirk
came to her face. “So was he a good kisser?” We all laughed and then my older
sister started talking.
“So was he a good kisser and are you going tell me why you did it.” I told
them what happen before the kiss. I also told them that yes he was a great kisser.
“Wow that is a lot to take in. I didn’t know he had brothers. He is really
sweet. I wonder if he is good in –,” I stopped her at mid-sentence.
“I wasn’t thinking about fucking my teacher it was just a kiss.”
“A kiss leads to touching, and touching leads to sex. But I wouldn’t mind—.”
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