“You’re so hot,” T said against my lips as he slid the strap of my tank top down my shoulder. “I’ve been checking you out for a while.”
He kissed down my neck, but kept stopping to talk. I wanted him to shut up and make me feel amazing, like he’d promised.
I wasn’t one of the girls trying to bag the quarterback. Well, I guess in a way I was, but only because I wanted to get rid of my V card. I was eighteen and sick of being a virgin.
He probably thought I wanted promises. I didn’t. I was just hoping to be the unicorn who had an orgasm the first time she had s*x.
T pulled my other strap down, baring both my breasts. He smiled as he cupped one in each hand, his eyes dilated.
I shivered with pleasure. No guy had ever touched my bare breasts.
Then T squeezed a little too hard. I squeaked
