“Fucking God, Lena.” Absentmindedly, he petted my hair. Lucy was my age, and would be a senior in the fall. Indian sex Milo wanted me, he just had to get over himself. I was running out of ideas. I bumped in to him, my boobs pressing against his sun darkend arm. “Leave me the fuck alone.”
Milo was laying face down on his bed, his pillow over his head. It took me a matter of seconds to remove a pin from my hair and have his door swinging open. Milo’s brow creased. Why didn’t he want me? The weight of his body pressed into me, and he grabbed my wrists, trying to restrain me. I’d given guys blow jobs before, but hadn’t really enjoyed it. I heard the lock click in place, not that it could keep me out. “I’m trying to stop us from making a god damned mistake, Lena.
