It was fun, but it still felt kinda recreational, like this thing we did on the side of our "real relationships" with our boyfriend.Then, it happened ...gain. Then a third time. A month later, it was a regular thing. We made out and felt each other up several times a week. She kept telling me how beautiful I was and I realized she was living in my head. Like, when I was getting ready in the morning, picking out an outfit I thought, "Silvie will like this" or picking eye shadow, "She told me this. As I expected a surprised "Hey" escaped Amy's mouth when she saw the roll of tape but before she could complain further a six inch silver strip sealed her mouth. Anger flashed in Amy's eyes and she seriously tried to pull her wrists out of the handcuffs. I merely possessively ran my finger over her upper chest waiting for desire, fueled by her inability to stop the duct tape or escape, to overcome anger. Amy's expression suggested she knew exactly what I was waiting for, but my mastery of her. Basically, I never had any problems in terms of studies always finishing in the top 5 category bcos i'll catch the important points in class and outside of class work and me dont come tgt it'll be either hardcore soccer training or lan like all other guys would do. Once I reached college, its pretty sweet cause there're girls finally and not that i'm desperate or what cause i have girl contacts outside of school other than my pri sch mates like from church and everything but all guys would. .." You sure?" She nodes. "Let's go in" Here..." Though he feels the essence of time and he worried that somebody will be coming down the hall, he knows they both need this affirmation. "I know I kissed you already but let's make this one our first..." She is touched by the gesture. He cups her left cheek, brushes his thumb against her lips and then kisses her forehead, then her eyes lightly, then her left cheek, leaves his lips there for a little while. They both take a deep breath. He looks.