I mean your math ... sometime. See where you're, uh, you know,struggling."Wasn't Charlene supposed to be this professional flirt? According toShelly, ...she was like the perfect social butterfly. I felt like a babygiraffe on ice skates in a hurricane. My romance game was totally fallingflat.Though, I wasn't sure if the disappointment I felt was due to having mademyself look like a fool in front of a really cute guy, or if it wasbecause I was thinking of another male as a really cute guys."Come,. Her eyes were glazed, yet suddenly they focused. There on the bedside table, directly across from her, was the beer bottle she’d left earlier. She groaned and shakily stumbled to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle. She almost stopped but her excitement was too much. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pushed her butt against the sheets causing then to bunch up into a slight backrest. She raised her feet, placing them beside her, and then slowly eased the narrow necked bottle into her. Initially, the lip-lock was slow but we both were sucking each other’s lips fully. After a few minutes of vigorous lip-lock, I turned the lip-lock into a deep french kiss. I was sucking her tongue and inserting my tongue deep inside her mouth.My classmate was a little slow to catch up to my pace. She tried hard to match my pace but couldn’t. So, I broke the french kiss and guided her to match my pace. Jahnavi was a quick learner and began matching my pace in the french kiss. She was beginning. As I left I saw my mom pushing Liz towards the front of the church for confession. That was NOT going to go well. I hoped Liz could keep it together long enough to not make my mom even angrier.I needed to go to confession, and had planned to go right after Vespers, but I was so sure Mom would push Liz to confession that I decided to wait for Wednesday. That wasn’t going to be fun, either, but I could at least show that I’d taken what Father Herman would call positive steps. If he asked me about.