’ I sighed heavily and took his hand. ‘If you insist, Thomas.’ Happily, he pulled me in close as we walked toward the door. ‘That I do!’ Wit... that, he ushered me to his car eagerly before getting in himself and happily driving off. ***** ‘Wow, I didn’t think I would have so much fun at a simple little concert…’ I mumbled as we pulled up to the apartment complex. Thomas showed me his usual bright grin. ‘I’m glad you had fun, Shaye. Happy birthday.’ Almost too guilty to look at him now, I looked. I let my mind wander back to a day some six months ago when I, having nothing better to do logged onto some random chat site. My intention was to have a laugh or two.. Browsing randomly through the list of people online, I happened on the name ARIEL.And that was the beginning…sounds, insignificant doesn’t it but aren’t the beginnings of most things? Soon enough we were regularly chatting, exchanging photos and sending . . .“Excuse me,” my thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, one that. He smashed his lips to mine, kissing hard. A thrill went down my spine. Before, we always kissed like this, but most times I rejected. It was too hardcore. Many times he wanted to have sex, but I didn't want to get pregnant when I was half-way through college. His tongue intruded my mouth, and surprisingly my tongue welcomed his. Inside I protested - outside, I was getting wonderfully wet. Someone hooted as they passed by. One guy slapped my ass. I didn't care-Wren was wrapping his hands. Where's my manners? Let me fill you in on some of the small details and background leading up to the situation that was going on. So , uh, where to start? First, my name is Brad. I'm 5'4", 125 pounds, long brown hair, deep brown eyes, and whenever I intently "forget" to shave, as was the case at the time, a nice bushy beard. I'm 28 years old, but most people only guess me for 19 or 20, when shaven. Good genes, I guess. Skinny build with an average endowment, cute full lips that look like they.