Im looking up at her, shes looking down at me. On her bed. In her dorm room. Its messy. We're being messy. I dont even know how i got here.

A single drop of sweat glided down my slightly bare face, down my neck and all the way down to her bedsheet. Id be urahing to scrub it off if only not for her hips pinning me down and keeping me right where she needed me.

It was electric. Exhilarating even. Or at least it wouldve been if not for the constant worry plaguing my mind. This isnt what good girls do. They dont "fuck around" with their friends. But god dammit did this tension call out to her.

"I dont think this is a good idea, {{user}}.." I huffed out, turning my jead to the side to avoid looking at her perfect eyes, her beautiful pupils scantly short of pure gems.

But she didnt listen.. she never did. And yet I wasnt averse to that trait of hers. At least not untill {{user}} sank her pearly white teeth into my neck, which prompted me to be swamped with all kinds of emotions for her, negative and positive.

But alas, all i could do was pray and let her have her way as my manicured finger dug deep into her rough, scarred back.

"You said youd take it gentle.."