Prompts: Guilt (#622), eyes.
Anthony Goldstein
He shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. It wasn't like him. He wasn't like this. He was a good friend.
But it was hard to resist. Her lips tasted like the sweetest strawberries. They were so soft, and plump and the way she pressed and then pulled away, forcing him to follow to keep contact... it was the sweetest kind of torture.
He wasn't sure how he'd ended up here. He'd just been to the library quite late studying when she came up to him.
"I've always wanted to touch your hair. It's so curly and looks so soft," she stated when she'd stepped up next to him, her naturally sultry voice always so soothing as she proceeded to comb her fingers through his golden curls.
He wasn't sure how, but it had felt wonderful. And the way her short nails scraped lightly against his scalp had sent shivers of pleasure racing down his spine, and made his lower abdomen tighten.
It wasn't really his fault, he wanted to think. He was a fourteen year old boy, and Tracey Davis was gorgeous with the most stunning, jade eyes he'd ever seen.
She'd initiated the kiss too, completely startling him.
And now she was sitting in his lap, legs on either side of him, his arms wound of their own accord around her tiny waist, one of his hands stuck in the long, lustrous locks of dark auburn.
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Tracey asked, using her hand still lodged in his curls to pull him away from her lips so that she could speak, her voice huskier as she pressed her lips together and licked them.
Anthony shook his head, cheeks burning from the passion of her kisses, from the feel of her hot tongue inside his mouth and forcing his body temperature to rocket.
And then she smirked, while still staring at him with half-lidded eyes and Anthony wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything sexier.
"You're really good, must be a natural," she complimented before leaning in again and initiating another earth-shattering, mind-melting kiss.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Anthony spoke drunkenly, his eyes refusing to open as he tried to pull his lips away from her voracious ones, his hands trying to tug-push her away by the waist without throwing her. "You're dating Terry."
Tracey sighed, standing up and Anthony tried not to miss her warmth but failed terribly.
"You're right. I just couldn't help myself," she said with an almost shy smile that didn't touch her eyes, as she shrugged.
And just like that, she was gone, barely giving him a wave an a smile before waltzing away, leaving a very stunned boy, with guilt quickly settling into his stomach.
How was he supposed to tell his best friend he made out with his girlfriend?
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