John and Haley
The light was down, but he could still see the pink tones in her sweater. Her blonde hair sprawled out on his bed, her lipstick slightly smeared. John looked at her exposed stomach, the rhinestone strawberry glittering in the dim light on her navel. He wanted to feel her stomach all the way to her breasts. Stacey grabbed his shirt and pulled John down to lie on top of her. John’s cell vibrated in his pocket and Stacey made a pouty face. Disgusting, he thought. Wasn’t an 18-year-old too old for...