‘What are you doing with me? You’re driving me crazy,’ he whispered as he was kissing my neck, while he pulled me even closer and touched my boobs. I could hardly answer. We were on a sofa on the porch outside, so we could have continued without being noticed. But he suddenly stopped as if he became sober and looked me in the eye: ‘It won’t happen like this, at a party, half drunk, but aroused. We both deserve better. Come and let’s cool ourselves down,’ and he dragged me back to the others, and I was fascinated. First, this pretty, sexy dream guy blows my mind, and then he would not abuse the situation and acts as a gentleman. Although I wouldn’t really have resisted. I didn’t know that such boys existed. After a very long time, I finally felt really happy, relieved and lucky.
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