Back to School: Aly
I’m bent over my duffel bag, tucking the last bit of my clean underwear into the side pocket, when I feel fingers feathering over my hip. I assume it’s Tyler, but when I straighten and turn around to place a kiss on the culprit, I am surprised once again that it’s Matt. I have a lot of regrets at my young age, but inviting this guy to shower with me the other night is definitely not one of them. It started out awkward and tense for him, but I spent a lot of time kissing and touching everywhere I could see and reach. I knew he wasn’t ready to take things too far, but my goal was to get him more used to being naked with me. I wouldn’t let him shut off the water and flee from me until he relaxed and got more comfortable touching and being touched. And when in doubt, I pulled his hair to hel
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