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Twenty-five.

Andree

Once again, I could hear the sounds of me and Rebecca's lips smacking. Basically, I met her up at the parking lot, and we ended up in the woods making out.

I don't know what it was, but every time she touched me, I went crazy. I guess I really did need some pleasure, and Rebecca sure was filling my needs.

"I'm crazy about you." I whispered in between our kisses.

"Ditto." She responded.

I pushed her down on the seat and began kissing her neck. She moaned, and grabbed the back of my neck. I continued to kiss on her neck, until she pushed me up.

"Okay... Stop." She said in between breaths.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't want to get to carried away." She smiled.

"Right.." I said.

"Were you serious about you saying you were crazy about me?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

"I've always been crazy about you." She said. "I mean, this is just so weird."

"I haven't really got to know you, though." I shrugged. "So, can I?"

"Yeah," She grinned, "Okay. I like purple.. I love Diana Ross and All-stars. I love your mother's clothing line, and I love you."

"You love me?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah." She said.

"No girl ever told me that before." I said. "So, what does that mean?"

"It means you really care about someone, and you want to spend your life with them." She said. "Kind of like marriage."

"Oh." I said. "That's cool I guess.." I scratched the back of my head.

"I have a question, though." She said.

"What is it?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"No." I said.

"Oh?" She laughed.

"What?"

"I'm a virgin." She said.

"That's cool.... I guess." I shrugged.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later." She smiled as she got out of the car. "Bye, Andree."

"Bye."

She left and I sighed, hitting my head against the steering wheel. I then started the car up and drove off.

Once I arrived home, it was almost midnight. My moms was sitting in the living room reading this magazine, and of course, she was on the cover of it.

"You were out for a long time," She said. "Did you have fun... Where ever you were at?"

"I guess." I shrugged.

Then, I remembered that pops wanted me to get the vacuum from downstairs yesterday. I forgot to do it when I came back.

"I'll be back," I said as I jogged into the other room, "I forgot to get the vacuum from downstairs."

"Wait, no!" She shouted as she jumped up. I turned and gave her a confused look.

"What?"

"Don't go downstairs." She said. "Your father won't know. I mean, he's out of town anyway."