That’s when it’s hard, you know? To have a secret crush. You want contact with that someone so much, so pathetically badly, that you’ll listen t... anything as long as you’re together. Any excuse is a perfectly reasonable excuse once you rationalise it, even when they’ve come round to tell you they’ve been out on a date with another person. Nod, make sympathetic noises, but keep it all inside. Never say a word. As far as I can remember, my crush on him started the moment Jodie brought him home.. And the one who'd spoken was a very pretty girl—heavily freckled with short brown hair, her eyes faintly slanted up in a rather mischievous look. "I'll be done in a minute. And it's not like he's going anywhere," I quipped.They chuckled politely and I felt kind of dumb. Oh, well. I went back to my perusal. Combining a community bulletin board with a St. Andrews cross seemed like a pretty ingenious idea when I first saw it, but it turns out to have its inconveniences in practice.The notices. "We then moved to the shower, both too sexual exhausted even for any groping. All we did was kiss. And passionately we kissed (especially for two people who had not yet brushed their teeth).I had to dress to go back to my room, and found that my shirt was covered with dry milk, and that the area around the fly in my jeans was covered with dried cunt juice. However, in the few steps back to my room, no one noticed. I retrieved my paper and put up the DO NOT DISTURB sign.My room had not yet been. He then slid one of his hands up my shirt and onto my lower back, his hands were so big and strong. What happened next surprised me. He was staring into my eyes, then he kissed me hard on the lips and his tongue dove into my mouth and took control of me, he explored every inch of my mouth as our big lips pressed against each other's. We kissed for a while then he separated his mouth from mine. He squeezed my ass cheek and groaned. God he wanted me so bad. And to be perfectly honest, I wanted.