“Can you make me a grilled cheese sandwich?”
She glared at me with eyes that burned with frustration looking at me like “does it look like I’m going to make you a fucking sandwich”. I quickly threw on sweat pants and a hoodie to investigate what caused the tremor. Sex I kissed her and our tongues forcefully danced in our mouths. I often wander the crowded hallways of my overpopulated school observing the faces of its many passerbys. I came into her room and asked “Hey sis can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah sure just make it quick dork. I saw the notification on my phone from Judy’s text that read “Hey I’m worried about you, are you okay?”
I ignored it and tried to fall back asleep.Suddenly I felt my room tremble and rock violently for a brief moment. Her mouth hung open as she moaned my name over and over. She also had long legs that appeared to go on forever. At this point she didn’t even need persuasion or orders. Breakfast is ready!” In her ever cheery tone. Anybody in there?” teased one of my best friends, Judy.
