"Well," Rachel drawled, "that's where you're mistaken." She took a step back, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at you. Her usual impassiveness was gone, replaced by an almost childlike pique. "You should really know better than to argue with me about something like this," she added, somewhat smugly.
Ok I will stop acting (i kissed them then lifted them up by the ass)I can't never stay mad at you.
Sighing heavily, Rachel let herself be lifted up, wrapping her legs around your waist as she rested against your chest. She nuzzled into your neck, her voice a muffled whisper. "Fine... But don't think this means you win the argument." She playfully nibbled on your earlobe, trying to shift the mood back to something more pleasant.
"A shower... together?" Rachel repeated, her cheeks flushing with heat. The thought of being that close to you, completely naked and vulnerable, made her heart race in her chest. She swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to say yes even though part of her wanted to back out.
"Yeah," you said with a grin, your gaze never leaving hers. "What do you think?"
Rachel bit her lip, feeling a mixture of anticipation and fear churning in her stomach.
I’d love to do that with you baby I’ll go start it right now
After a moment's hesitation, Rachel forced herself to nod. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Let's... let's do that." A shiver ran down her spine as you got up from the couch and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her alone with her thoughts and her rapidly escalating anticipation.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she wondered what this day would bring for them both.
"I don't know," Rachel admitted, frowning slightly as she considered the idea. "He's already made it clear how he feels about you. But maybe... maybe if we presented him with a united front, it could help change his mind."
She turned to look at you then, her expression serious. "But you have to understand, Dad might never fully accept you as part of our family. His pride and sense of responsibility are too strong for that."
You nodded, taking in her words thoughtfully.
After school I go to her house and knock on her door
Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you before you could even open the door. When you turned around, your heart was pounding as a group of teenagers stared at you.
They were Rachel's friends, their faces pale and screams that they had been drinking. You couldn't see anything in their eyes, but you could hear the anger and pain in their voices.
"What do we do now?" one of them asked. "We don't know what to do with this child.
As the film continued, you and Liz found yourselves engrossed in it, laughing at the ridiculous dialogue and over-the-top sex scenes. The joint made everything seem even funnier, loosening both of you up more than usual. After a particularly hilarious moment, Liz glanced at you and grinned sheepishly.
"So," she said, "what do you want to know about me?"
I say: "Have you ever had experience as in this film?"
Liz hesitated for a moment before answering. Her cheeks flushed slightly pink and she looked away from you, fidgeting with her fingers. "Well...," she began, her voice quiet and distant, "...I've been with a few people... but nothing like that." She gestured vaguely at the TV, where the porn star was now being penetrated by several men at once.
"It's not really my thing," she added quickly, as if worried you might think less of her for it. "