PART 2.
(SUGGESTIVE. THIS IS A BLURB PLS DONT BE TOO MEAN.)
A plan. I needed a plan to lose my v card to Eddie Munson. Preferably discreetly, if my dad knew, those pamphlets about girl's parochial school won't be just pamphlets.
What kind of plan you may ask? A good one.
Kind of got distracted when I was ogling him watering a dead plant on his porch. In shorts and a Dio tee. I was thirstier seeing his midriff and his happy trail.
(Time Skip)
My plan is PERFECT.
And slightly ripped off from a chick flick my dad doesn't know I've seen.
I wore my shortest skirt, but it's not actually too short. It still falls over my knees.
A bend and snap.
I was walking into the choir room where I knew Eddie would be, writing his music.
"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt."
He looked up, "I reserved the room, you can check the sign up sheet-"
"No i.. just needed to get my choir booklet.."
So i walked around the stand towards the risers and bent over and snapped up with the booklet to my chest. I may or may not have unbuttoned my blouse an extra button. Yes im sheltered but not oblivious. Neither is Eddie who was pink in the face.
It's a pretty color on him.
















