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reach her car, I gently grip her face in my hands and lean down to rest my forehead on hers. “Thank you,” I say before kissing her cheek. I drop my hands and start to step back, but she grabs my shirt. Her hands shake as she stands on her toes and presses her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer the same time she wraps hers around my neck.
    She’s tentative at first – soft, sweet kisses that drive me crazy and make me want more, make me want every fucking thing. I run my hands down to her perfectly round ass and press her into me a little harder. She gasps, and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue in her mouth. Just like her lips, she’s soft and sweet, fucking delicious. She lets out the sexiest moan, and I know it’s time to pull away. Not because I want to, but because every fiber of my being wants inside this girl, and I know I can’t, at least not yet.
    She sighs and unwraps her arms from around my neck. “Bye, Travis.”
    “Bye, sweetheart.” I want to touch that perfection one more time, so I squeeze her ass. She lets out a yelp, and then laughs as she gets into her car, waving as she drives away.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
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    Charlotte
     
    The rest of the week drags by slowly, and I can’t get Travis out of my head. I keep thinking about the way he makes me feel. The way he kissed me – slow, demanding. The other boys that I’ve kissed are amateurs, like sloppy fish. Their kisses didn't make me tingle all over. Travis’ kisses, though, are like an electric current flow through me when his lips touch mine.
    I know fantasizing is all I’m going to be able to do. He was kissing me because of what happened at the lake; it’s not like a guy like him would ever be interested in me. I’m shy, boring… and inexperienced.
    Trying to keep the status quo this week, I hang out with my mom on the beach. We work on our tans and read every trashy magazine we can get our hands on. A part of me wants to tell her about Travis, but I know she would tell me to stay away from him. We don’t live here anymore, and getting involved with someone, when I live over a thousand miles away, is setting myself up for failure. She would be right, too. I hate it when she’s right, even in theory.
    Dad and I are also working on a project together. We take pictures and have them developed in black and white. Then we hand color them with oil paints. I’m currently working on one of the lake, and my dad is painting an apple tree.
    “Have you put any more thought into what you want your major to be?” he asks without looking at me. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to see me roll my eyes at him. I just turned seventeen, how in the hell am I supposed to know what I want to do with the rest of my life? I would like to pursue photography, but he insists I need a more ‘stable choice of study’.
    “I told you, I’m not sure. Can’t I take a year off and think about it?” I look at him so I can see his reaction, but all I see is water coming at my face from the flick of his paintbrush. “Ahh! Hey! What’d you do that for?” I laugh, wiping the drops with my t-shirt.
    “Don’t you ever mention that again. Do you know the statistics of kids who actually go back to school after taking a year off? No? Well, I do, and they’re not good. My daughter will not be one of them.” He takes his brush, freshly dipped in red paint, and holds it inches from my face. “Promise me.”
    “What? Promise what? Don’t you dare.” I lean back farther in my chair to avoid his brush.
    “Promise me you’ll go to school right away,” he says completely serious.
    “Okay, I promise. Now put that thing away.”
    “Sure.” He starts to pull the brush back, then pushes it forward and dabs me on the nose.
    Without thinking, I grab the cup of water we use to rinse the brushes and throw it on him. A