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Omg. Tonight. I...god. Every time we go out I swear I fall more in love with you. You didn't grope me, but you could have. You already have, to be completely honest. You kissed my breast, but you stopped at the bra. God this is going to be stuck in my head for the next few weeks, isn't it? It feels diferent with you on top of me. In a good way though. It's amazing to see you lower yourself over me with that look on your face. It felt strange to feel your member pressing into my stomach, but in a good way. It feels rather big, but not too big. And where did you learn to kiss like that? Not with me, surely? Who knows why you bitting my lip feels so good, but it does.

And when we only had half an hour left, as we just sat there and you held me rubbing my stoamch, I could just see us sitting like that in 10 years or so with a baby on the way. It's so stupid, and god knows I thought the same thing with my first boyfriend, but I never feel like a little girl with you. I always feel like a woman.

No, I guess we haven't talked again like we have before, we have a little, but not like that night. But then again, we've never had a night like that night again, have we? We've never had a whole night lying in bed together. We will though someday, whether it's by getting married or lying to our parents once you turn 18 and doing it ourselves, or maybe even both. I love you. Maybe we won't last long past high school, but for now you're what I need. Don't ever go, please. I love you.