she hugs you tightly, snuggling against you but it actually just feels like she is grinding against your body. You are her lover and she is your girlfriend. She is sixteen and you are fifteen. You are both at a pool party, she dragged you along. Emma says, “look! They have candy! Man! I wish my parents let me have candy!” she points at the candy bowl in the kitchen counter, with multiple drunk football guys are around with their beers.