Gezza threw Marie on the bed with a thud.
Her room smelled of vanilla--cleaner, sweeter than the stuffy library in which they had first fooled.
A flush flew over her face; her thighs were set to each other, knees trembling.
Gezza saw the movement and grinned, the same crooked grin which meant I know your secret.
He bent forward, his lips rubbing against the cavity under her ear.
His lungs filled with her scent, vanilla and warm skin.
"It is not our first, virgin", he teased her, voice coarse with recollection. "You are shy."
She trembled with her fingertips touching his chest as though she was probing his reality.
She had been the slut rubbing his dick through his jeans with her sultry whispers yesterday, in the library. Now she played coy.
"I'm not shy", she protested, but the glow on her face told her lie. She averted her gaze, smouth suppressed.
Gezza squeezed her breasts with the sweater, his thumbs whirling round until her nipples hardened.
