SeniorChapter 18 The second cookie
It had to stop; we both knew it. What had begun as a favor to a friend, being a companion, a listener, a protectorate, had escalated from a casual crumb to famishing desire. Megan's boyfriend was half a continent away. She needed companionship; help with schoolwork, and shielding from a multitude of horny admirers. Kelley was three hundred miles away. I needed to feel needed. We made rules: the attraction we felt for each other would be kept submerged. There would be no kissing, no sexual...