"He chuckled at the tone of her voice – it sounded so ... self-satisfied?Her bedroom was small and feminine with the faint aroma of her perfume hang...ing around it.The days were short and darkness had fallen before they'd even finished work for the day.He dropped Miranda to her feet in the door way, and waited there whilst she moved to draw her curtains and switch on her bedside lamp – rather than the main overhead one.It gave the room a cosy romantic feel, and Marcus smiled a little cynically;. His cheeks were blazed red and he gave his own bottom lip a nibble. His gaze was sucking in my figure, like he had never seen a naked woman before. Which I knew that wasn’t true because he and I would have best buddy talk all the time, tips for each other. My revenge. My eyes stared up at him and I leaned up. He met me half way, pressing his firm lips onto mine. Even though they were firm, they still had a gentleness to them. As our lips stayed locked, he guided me to my bed behind us. Once. His hand tangles into her hair. “Hngh, yes,” he breathes. “Good girl.” Encouraged, she does something that makes him growl, and then there's a sharp, wet popping sound and a noisy inhale from her. “Look at that, so sloppy,” he says. “You're dripping all over yourself. Here, let me---” He reaches down. I imagine him wiping her mouth and chin with his knuckles.She lifts herself up a notch. I can see her sticking her elbows out. The slick noises change in quality. Now her mouth isn't occupied any. In fact I forgot about it for several years. Well, I say forgot about it, but it was more like I grew out of it. I believed it was just one of those things that I had believed in when I was little, like my invisible friend. It wasn't until I was in eighth grade that I accidentally rediscovered it.... "Mr. Brandton! Pay attention!" Mrs. Patterson bellowed. As my overweight English teacher finally lifted her accusing gaze from my face, I let the air out that I had been holding. I had been day.