My mother is downstairs reading, and Keith has his hand between my legs.

I’m both freaked out and turned on at the same time. What does that make me? Does that make me a freak? Does that make me kinky? Do I have some kind of a fetish or something? I don’t know, and right now, I don’t care. All I know is that I’m staring right into his eyes – his gorgeous, almond-brown eyes – and feeling my body come alive all over.

The next thing I know, Keith is pressing me up against the wall, popping the button on my jeans and tugging down the zipper.

“Keith!” I...