V. John
My thoughts are going around in circles while I clean myself up in the men's room. So much has happened today and it feels strangely surreal.
Cath is... well I'm not sure I have the words for it. Gorgeous, sexy, perfect. Completely out of my league.
And yet, she wants me anyway.
Every step of the way, I've embarrassed myself. First at home. I couldn't even kiss her without getting hard. She just keeps egging me on too, until I can't take it anymore. Who the hell cums while making out, honestly!
In the laundry room, I suppose it was her intention to take things further, not just mess around like this. I simply couldn't. If I'd just refused her, she would've felt rejected. Telling her the truth was the only logical thing to do, however cringeworthy it felt.
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