What’s Sex Without Romance? (Or A Casual Summer Fling)
A brand new story for my fancy subscribers
There are four of us crammed into the backseat, and I have my hand on the thigh of the girl next to me. We just met at the concert, and we're all a little high. But when I squeeze, she giggles and lets her right leg fall against mine, giving my hand more room to explore.
It's a situation where words will ruin it. But I smile at her, and she winks at me …