"Hmmm.. K-Kent.. Umm.. Kent, your hand." I was supposed to scold him, but it didn't sound like scolding as I moaned. I couldn't help but massage the hand that was on my chest, feeling the pressure of his touch.

Oops. Let's not get too graphic. We were just kissing while he was on top of me, but his hand was really wandering. "Ayy!" I shrieked when he spread my legs apart with his legs and pressed himself against me.

I couldn't help but blush as I felt Jr.'s reaction. Thankfully, only my bathroom was lit, and there was just a dim light entering my bed, so he couldn't see me...