Amateur teen used by father
On top, on the outside, the inside.
Her group of friends embraced the punk rock style.
"Oh, shit. Chris!" He grinned at me from where he was stretched out fully-clothed on top of the comforter.
Only talked to girls if they initiated it. For those who did approach me, I didn't come right out and explain how I was.
He was on his back with one arm under my neck. I was on my side facing him, and I kept sighing from his fingers casually running through my hair.
To say what I'd been holding back.
The benevolence of Professor Bradley only covered tuition.
And I'm sure I wasn't on your long-term radar, either, so no love lost.