‘What are you talking about? What did I ask?’ I didn’t remember making a request. ‘After I got in the tub, I had planned on taking all my clot...es off,’ she smirked, then blushed again. I think I said something about possible brain damage, but Jessie just smiled. In just a few minutes we were back at my truck, and after putting Jessie in the cab, I grabbed my medical kit and began checking her blood pressure, respiration and other vital signs. I just rolled my eyes at her when she offered to. This day he was sat at the same table as I was and we got talking, he was Alan, 17, and studying for his ‘A’ levels.Over the following couple of weeks, we chatted away and when I took a break and went outside for a cigarette, he would come with me. “Do you have a girlfriend” “No” “Boyfriend” “No mum says I can’t until I’ve done my exams”.This day I got to the library around 10:00am and Alan was there as usual, when dinner time came around, I noticed the library was empty, even the staff had. He smiled at me and glanced at the bed. He walked over and stroked my hair. And then moved down my neck, kissing me, then my shoulder, and my boobs. He undid my shirt and threw it behind him. I was just wearing a bra and skirt now. He kissed my breasts, slowly at first then more fiercely. He unhooked my bra and threw that too, biting my nipples and sucking them hard. He gently moaned while he did it. He told me to bend over the bed like in the picture, so I did. Then he kissed down my back to. Kissing your glowing cheek. The moments we spend in each other arms are so rear. But that’s a thing I wish would change soon. I slowly start to run my hand all over your body. I kiss your cheek, leaving my lips lingering on it. You put your hand on my face. Your touch, your simplest touch, the effects that it has on me, you may never understand. I lean in kissing you softly. Oh the sweetness of your lips, how they over power my every move. The tip of your tongue touching mine, its probing.