She was bent and begging, skirt raised around her slender waist.
He saw the tiny hairs stand tall along her spine, her buttocks, her thighs. Focused on her arms, trussed and stretched, he didn’t see the sly smile her lips wore, the flush painted on her cheeks, the surreptitious shift of her gaze to the bedside bookshelf.
Tomorrow, she’d be doubly pleased. Video evidence of their escapade in hand, she could revisit the romp at her leisure, and edited craftily, it could be indomitable ammunition against her sometimes-beau, sometimes-foe. Handy in a pinch.
High school was a treacherous place indeed.
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Happy Birthday, MsKathy! I hope you have an awesomedirtyfabulous day.
Love,
Swilly
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