Beach

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"Alexandra, I love your essay. It was very well said." My professor calls out.

"Thank you. I worked very hard on it." I say and smile to myself. New college and it is already going very well.
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I finally finished all of my classes and now I'm walking down corridors with Mason. I like to be around him. We talk about the most random things, but it's nice. We can sit in silence together and it wouldn't be awkward. It would be a nice silence.

Mason makes my heart beat real fast. I've never felt the way I feel when I am around him. I loved when he kissed me. He's a very passionate guy. He lets you know what he wants. The night he kissed me, he let me know what he wanted. I want the same thing.

"So, I was wondering, would you like to ride to the beach tonight? Watch the sunset?" Mason questions.

"I don't have classes tomorrow. So, sure." I answer.
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We get to the beach thirty minutes before the sun goes down. It's nice here on the beach. Small waves washing in. Seagulls sitting on the beach. Only us here.

We sit down a few inches where the water ends. The sun starts to set then suddenly Mason leans over me. He uses his arms to hold himself up above me.

He then starts kissing me. A soft, passionate kiss. The kiss then starts deepening. My shirt starts to come up, but I don't care. I only want to continue kissing him. His fingers graze across my skin at the bottom of my stomach. I get weird butterflies in my stomach when he does that. He pushes my shirt up a little more, but not too much. I feel goosebumps rise on my skin.

Mason licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance, so I open my mouth and we fight for dominance. Of course, he wins. What guy wouldn't though? Every guy I have kissed this way have always won dominance.

We lay here kissing for a while then he starts kissing down my neck, then he finds my sweet spot, I immediately throw my head back in pleasure.

My mind is at peace tonight. No flashbacks of the past, and no crying over Markian. I'm still astonished by how that turned out. He was supposed to be my hero. But he wasn't, he was still helping them.

He starts taking off my shirt and I let him. I push my back up off the ground to make it easier for him. He gets it off and starts kissing down from my neck to my boobs, I throw my head back again. I then start taking off his shirt and then we start going even further.

 I then start taking off his shirt and then we start going even further

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