Romance in Paris

Romance in Paris

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"Mackenzie Olivia Brooke! Get off Skype now and go to bed!" My mom yelled at me from downstairs. I rolled my eyes and pouted at Ryan, My French PenPall. "Sorry. Got to go!" I sighed waving at him. He smiled and waved back. "As much as I hate to see go, a beautiful girl like you needs her beauty sleep. " he said. I felt myself blush, and quickly turned away from the computer. "Th...​Thanks" I mumbled. He smiled again. "No problem babe." He said, blowing me a kiss. I blew one back and sighed. "Bye!" I said. "Bye!" I ended the call and closed down my laptop, still smiling at his compliment. I got up from my desk chair and sighed, walking over to my vanity mirror to tie up my hair. I'm Mackenzie Oliva Brooke. I live in Montclair New Jersey. Its a small little town, cute and quaint. I live with my Mom,Dad,And brother, Rick. I have brown hair with a few caramel highlights, and green eyes. I was talking to Ryan Westchester, an aspiring French model, and soon-to-be boyfriend. Even though he lives in Paris, we make things work. **** ****
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"No, I'm not. Morgan, I'm sure about you, I'm sure about us." She places a hand on the side of my face and brushes it with her thumb. "Being with you feels right, this feels right. It's so good to be true." "It is true," I say, and she lands her forehead on mine. I can hear her anxious breathing. I place my hand on her waist and she brushes her face on mine. I come across her lips and press mine on hers. It starts as an unstable kiss, but each time our lips part, my body cries for more. I suck on her bottom lip as my hand runs through her lap -underneath her dress. And I thought it was all of it until her tongue rolled into mine. As I grab her closer to me, we drop onto the bed. Caressing her lap, my hands move up, and I feel the waistband of her underwear. I feel like peeling it off, but I have no idea what we are doing -And I know I don't want it to stop. She helps me peel off my shirt. Her hands are all over my body. I hold her hands on my chest. "Sam we...we should stop," I say with an anxious breath, but she continues to kiss my chest. I zip down her dress and push it down. "Sam I don't have a condom." "We don't need it," she says. "You sure?" I ask, shocked. SAM. Am I going gaga? 'We don't need it?' I'm definitely not in my right state of mind. But he looks more surprised than I am. I'm scared, not because I don't want this; I'm scared because I do. "It is my first time," I say nervously. "Aren't you full of surprises, Samantha Raymond," he says, and I hate that he just reminds me of my dad at this moment. I stop myself from wondering what my dad would think of me right now. "I will go easy," he whispers in my mouth.

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