It’s a funny yet amazingly interesting story actually.’ Enlighten me, she thought but didn’t know why she felt so defensive. Maybe it was becaus... Lucas was looking at her the same way he did last night and it delighted her more than she wanted to admit. The feeling went past ‘butterflies’ and resembled more of a violent spin cycle. ‘Wait. . . what was your roommate about to say? Before Sam stopped her?’ Katie froze, her veins stopped moving blood and her heart was about to explode. This was so. She extended her hand toward mine. My heart was racing and I started to feel a little bit excited. I noticed my cock was starting to get hard every step I took toward her. If I had let my primitive instincts take over, I would have jumped her right there in front of the whole school. When her hand touched mine I felt a tremor up my arm. I took my last step to her and she reached up and kissed me right smack on the lips. My heart dropped.I felt Kristen’s breast brush against my chest. I felt her. He continued, licking on a sensitive spot behind her ear. She groaned again but didn't give up. “Come on Sam, everyone can see we have to stop.” He looked up in a daze his eyes half lidded. “Let’s go inside then.” “No!” She chuckled at his persistence. “Everything is happening at once. We should slow down.” “Slow is boring,” he grumbled, but lowered her to the ground in acceptance. “Let’s eat first at least.” “I’ll hold you to that,” he grinned wickedly, then linked arms with her as they. It's easy. You either drink scotch or bourbon. You always drink it with ice, water or both, but never with a mixer or anything sweet. I'll make you two tiny drinks—scotch with Dewers and bourbon with Jack Daniels. Taste each one and the one that is the least terrible, that's your drink."I handed her a small drink of scotch. "Ugh... terrible," she gasped.I handed her a small drink of bourbon. "Oh... not good, but not terrible. Does that mean I'm a bourbon drinker?" Beth, you don't have to be a.