Dec 3, 2014
Laurel ran her fingers along the edge of her skirt and squeezed her bare legs together, still shocked from what she’d just done. Only a few minutes before, Frank had taken her on the patio, Professor Keating’s patio. In that twisting of arms and collision of tongues, he had moved away her panties just enough to slip inside her, exactly where she wanted him to be, exactly where she needed to feel him. It was a fleeting, clandestine embrace, consumed in the dark and destined to an incomplete, rushed pleasure. That’s why they decided to be selfish, to steal the hours of that long night and make a shelter to love each other in secret.