That was the first time he kissed me. Hard, desperate, like he’d been rehearsing it in his head for months. His hand cupped the back of my neck, and for ten seconds, there were no rules. Then he pulled away, breathing uneven.
“You’re playing with fire,” he said, not looking up. My First Sex Teacher Vol. 79 -Naughty America 2...
The first time I saw Mr. Calloway, I was seventeen, drowning in the boredom of senior year. He was twenty-four, a substitute English teacher with a crooked smile and the kind of quiet confidence that made the other teachers uncomfortable. He never raised his voice. He never had to. That was the first time he kissed me
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