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Post by Cailana Morrow on Sept 21, 2013 17:21:47 GMT -5
I nod, knowing that it was bad but not minding it. When he pulls me again, I allow myself to kiss him before he nibbles on my lip. I gladly open my mouth for him to have entrance, though he wasn't really asking for such. My hands fall from his neck to the hem of his jeans and I loop my thumbs into his belt loop, trying to press myself closer to him if it was possible.
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Post by Jordan Cabilio on Sept 21, 2013 17:28:24 GMT -5
I mentally grin as ehr lips part and I move my tongue into her mouth, brushing teeth and running it across the inside of ehr cheek. I let out a soft groan as Cailana runs a hand down my chest before her hands find the hem of my jeans and her thumbs work their way into my belt loops. I run a hand from her hip to her thigh and down to her knee before it moves back again as she moved closer to me- if it was possible.
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Post by Cailana Morrow on Sept 21, 2013 17:34:36 GMT -5
His groan reaches my ears and I smirk mentally before his hand runs down my leg. A soft moan escapes me and I pull back enough to slowly pull my shirt off, hoping he wouldn't mind me changing myself for once. My fingers go back where they were and I smile before kissing him again and wanting to brush my hair from my face though I don't do so. It made a curtain in a way.
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Post by Jordan Cabilio on Sept 21, 2013 17:44:50 GMT -5
I smirk as her moan reaches my ears before she pulls back and I bite my lower lip, watching as ehr shirt came off. Our lips meet again, but soon I pull back to tug my own shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, wrapping my arms around Cailana as I kiss her again. Part of me wants to ask if this was actually going to go where I thought it was, but I didn't- how awkward would that be? I part my lips for her, thinking she'd want her turn.
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Post by Cailana Morrow on Sept 21, 2013 17:49:46 GMT -5
I watch as he pulls off his shirt before I smile and we kiss again. He parts his lip and my tongue roves around his mouth for a moment before I pull back to press my lips to his neck and kiss there. I knew I was beginning to become sober again and I didn't mind. At least then I could make things more interesting and not worry about regretting it later. My fingers crawl into the hem of his pants and I smile slightly, hoping he really didn't mind how close I was getting to him.
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Post by Jordan Cabilio on Sept 21, 2013 17:55:54 GMT -5
I run a hand down her back, a light groan escaping me as her lips pressed to my neck. I run a hand down her bare back before her hands found the hem of my jeans again. I knew I had the beginning of a problem, and I hoped that Cailana wouldn't make a big deal out of it. I sigh mentally and stuff my hands into her back pockets, grasping her ass.
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Post by Cailana Morrow on Sept 21, 2013 18:06:37 GMT -5
His groan keeps me going and I smile slightly before nipping at his neck. His hands run down my back before going into my pockets so he can grab my ass and I moan lightly before undoing the button to his jeans and unzipping them slowly. I was glad my phone was off; I didn't want Chris knowing what I was doing or where I was at the moment. My fingers trail into his pants slightly though I stop before I can reach his growing problem.
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Post by Jordan Cabilio on Sept 21, 2013 18:10:14 GMT -5
I turn my head so that she could get a better angle before her hands find the button of my pants and she undoes it before tugging my zipper down too. I press my lips to hers, quickly deepening it and trailing kissing across Cailana's cheek and to her neck, a hand reaching up to move her red hair out of my way. Soon my hands find the hem of her pants and I undo the button before stopping there.
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Post by Cailana Morrow on Sept 21, 2013 18:19:46 GMT -5
His lips meet mine again and I smile before he trails kisses down to my neck wither I gradually lift my head for him to get a better angle. Jordan's hand find the hem of my pants and I blush lightly before hearing a knock at the door and groaning lightly. "You want me to get it?" I ask, my voice somewhat light and airy. I reach for my shirt and look at him before putting it on the side of the couch and smiling with my eyes closed.
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Post by Jordan Cabilio on Sept 21, 2013 18:24:11 GMT -5
I nip at the warm, soft skin in the crook of her neck, running my tongue over her skin before pulling away witha huff at the knock on the door. Who the hell was at the door? I huff and run a hand through my hair, looking over at Cailana as she asked if I wanted her to get it. "Sure, whatever." I reply, shrugging and leaning forward to press my lips to hers. Whoever it was better be glad I wasn't opening the door- I'd probably just cuss them out, for interrupting this.
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Post by Cailana Morrow on Sept 21, 2013 18:33:56 GMT -5
I pull my shirt on after he kisses me and tells me I can and look at the door as I begin straightening my hair slightly. I open the door to see Chris there and bite my lip, looking at him. "Uh, hey," I say as he looks between Jordan and I. He says nothing for a while before walking in and setting the bowl he was holding on the table and looking between us still. "What is this?" he asks, looking somewhat pissed. "A tutoring session," I say, sitting beside Jordan and looking at him slightly, hoping he'd either go along or get Chris out somehow.
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Post by Jordan Cabilio on Sept 21, 2013 18:38:24 GMT -5
I push my hair out of my face and rezip and button my pants, not having enough time to pull my shirt back on before she opens the door. I make a face as I see Mr. Dallas standing there and I cross my arms over my chest as he walked in. I wanted him out. I wanted to punch him in his pissed off face. He had no business coming here, no business asking what was going on. I bite back a reply as Cailana speaks as he looks between us. "And I guess tutoring involved no shirts?" he asks, glaring ove at me. "Why the fuck is it any of your business?" I growl, getting to my feet.
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Post by Cailana Morrow on Sept 21, 2013 18:46:21 GMT -5
I look up as I see that Jordan wasn't taking it as well. I knew he wouldn't so I wasn't really surprised. My hand reaches for Jordan's as he stands and I hope he'll calms down slightly though I was sure he wouldn't. "Chris, I quit. I'm no longer going to ever work at the school again," I say as I rest my head on Jordan and lace our fingers together. For a moment, I hope Chris would just leave but I release Jordan's hand and sit on the couch just in case and wait for everything to calm down.
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Post by Jordan Cabilio on Sept 21, 2013 18:50:38 GMT -5
I look down at our hands and raise my eeybrows as she rested her head against mine. I glance back over to Mr. Dallas to see his face redden and both of our mouths drop open as Cailana speaks again. "What? No! You're not doing that." I huff, shaking my head quickly. I felt that it was because of me, and I wasn't about to let her job go down the toilet just because of me. She moves around me to sit down on the couch and I blink, still not really comprehending it. "Because of him?" he sneers and I point towards the door. "Get the fuck out." I growl, a serious expression on my face.
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Post by Cailana Morrow on Sept 21, 2013 18:58:46 GMT -5
I look as their jaws both drop and frown slightly. When the silence continues, I'm not sure how to take it before Chris speaks and I growl slightly. "Not because of him! Because I'm sick of everyone in the school society. I could be a fucking lawyer if I wanted to. That's originally what I went to school for and what I got my degree in," I hiss before walking to Chris and shoving him out of the door. I grab the bowl and shove it into his hands before slamming the door shut and sitting on the couch again.
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