A Tale as Old as Time

When breakfast was over, we headed upstairs to prepare to face the day. As soon as I was in my room, Luke was, too, closing the door behind him. He immediately pressed his lips to mine, and we kissed again, like we had the night before. He tasted of bacon and eggs and syrup. He was delicious.

As we kissed, our bodies were against each other. I could feel him hard against me. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t.

That night, we were in the basement making out again long after Mother and Mr. Black went to bed. We kissed standing, kneeling, and then side by side on the floor. Luke rolled on top of me. Our tongues fought as Luke rubbed his body and his crotch against me and mine.

“You have to stop,” I said. “I’m getting close.”

“Me, too,” he whispered. “But, I don’t want to stop. Don’t make me.”

“You have to.”

“Alright,” he said, rolling off me.