I went to Chasity's house today. When she opened the door she was wrapped in a towel. I glanced away, a blush on my cheeks, my heart in my throat and my blood all going southwards. She shuffled and re arranged the towel to hold it more tightly against herself.
"Lake..."
"Just shut up and kiss me."
And she did. They slammed against the wall, the door kicking closed behind them. He kissed her and drank in her taste, the same way she drank her Arizona. He opened his eyes as he ventured his way to her couch, her legs around his waist, lips on his, hands tangled in his dark hair. He was hyper aware of the fact of what she was wearing– or in this case wasn't wearing. She knew that he was aware, and she was making the fact that she was aware of how aware he was very known. the same way she drank her Arizona.
They snuggled down on the couch, and she kissed her way down to the zipper on his jeans.
She sipped a grape Arizona, after having wiped her mouth, collected the towel and tossed on clothes. I was in my jeans, looking for my shirt. Her makeup was still off and her hair was tired from my fingers running through it and her eyes were big as she watched me.
I found my shirt and left.
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Cheap Chasity
Teen FictionShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
