"Zachary, you need to leave now." I quietly tell him, moving away from him and into the vending machines. Before I knew it, he had pin my hands above my head, his body only inches away from mine. He lean over to my ear, his hot breath brushing against my ear making me bite my lip.
"What's the hurry? I just got here." He whisper, he takes my ear lobe between his lips and licking the tip of it. I couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. His right hand travel down my face to my chest. His index and middle finger taking the buttons of my shirt between his fingers undoing it slowly. I looked at him, his eyes filled with hunger and lust. He leaves my shirt half undone, his hand continue down my body and down my tight. Slowly, started to creep up my blue skirt. He lean closer our lips almost touching, I look down to his lips. His breath hit my upper lip, I just couldn't take it anymore I crashed my lips into his the taste of the coffee on his lips and tongue. He licked my upper lip, biting on the bottom one. I wrap my legs around his waist, as he moves us to a nearby table. He lays me down, his lips moving down my neck and biting on my skin gently.
Some may say it's wrong to love someone older than you. Let alone your dad's bestfriend. Others may be doing it themselves, but you can't let others tell you who to love. It may be wrong in the way they see it, but then again what if it's right?