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"Sure, okay," you say. With that, the two of you hurried to fetch your food and then made your way up to the roof. You took the same positions you did the day before, eating your food in relative silence. Once you were both done, James turned to look at you.

"That stuff last night, was... it was so fucking hot."

You glanced his way, then nodded. "Yeah, it... it was."

"Do you wanna... do more stuff?"

Your brain is grinding to a halt. What kind of stuff is he thinking of? And does he want to do it here and now? On the school's roof? "What kind of stuff?"

He looked as hesitant as you were feeling, taking a long moment to think. He turned your way, looking into your eyes. "Can I... kiss you?"

That caught you off guard. You expected him to go for something more **** than that, especially after last night. He wanted to kiss you? The idea of your best friend kissing you was so freaking weird. You had never thought about something like that before. But now that he had said it...

"Okay."

He leaned in closer, eyes closing, and pressed his lips into yours then pulled back. You didn't hate it, but it was kind of... not what you had expected. He opened his eyes and looked at you. "How was that?"

"It was alright," you say. "I was kind of expecting more, though?"

"More? So something like..." He leaned in again, lips meeting yours, and parted them. His tongue slipped between your lips and you found yourself parting them to allow it in, your own tongue meeting his. He moved closer, still kissing, and put his arms around you. One rested behind your back and the other went to your ass, squeezing. This was more like what you had imagined in that brief moment before the first kiss, each point of contact feeling electric. Your own hands went around his neck, holding him close.

He stopped, and you wanted to protest. It had felt like only seconds, but... how long had it been? He leaned down, kissing your neck, and you shivered. It felt so nice. You could smell him like this. His deodorant, shampoo, everything that made something smell like him. He kissed up your neck, then nibbled your ear and you shuddered again. Fuck, he was playing your new body like a fiddle. You were practically gasping for air.

"Better?"

"Much..." you say, your voice shaky. "That was-" you stopped, sighing. "Amazing."

"I thought so too. Can we keep going?" You nodded eagerly and the two of you went back at it. As you made out, his hand snaked under your sweatshirt and stopped as he felt the fabric of the shirt underneath. You broke the kiss and smiled, rolling your eyes. You pulled the sweatshirt off and watched as his eyes bugged out, seeing the top you were wearing.

"Like it?" you asked. "It was Ellie's."

"It looks amazing on you." You smiled and kissed him again. He went for your chest again, not going under but over. He pulled your tits out of the cups of your bra, tugged top down and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth. Why did it have to feel so good? Were all girls boobs this sensitive?

The two of you shifted, him laying on top of you with you laying completely on the ground, still making out. One of his hands was squeezing your tit while the other traveled south, fumbling with the button of your jeans. He got them undone, unzipped, and his hand slipped inside. He searched, probing blindly, and then found your pussy, slipping a finger inside.

And you froze, eyes shooting wide open. You broke the kiss and put a hand on his shoulder. "Wait, stop. We can't... not here," you say, mind screaming at you. Half saying to stop, half saying keep going. Your pussy is practically begging to be filled, and that tease of his fingers slipping in leaves you wanting so much more.

"Fuck..." James said, breathing hard. "You're right. Sorry."

"Me too," you say, watching as he gets off of you. You take a moment to catch your breath, then tuck your tits away and fix your pants.

"My parents are both gonna be out tonight," he said. "They're going out straight from work. You could come over..."

You knew what that meant. He wanted to keep going with this. If you did, would you have sex with him? You were certain that things would progress to a point where you'd see his dick in person, probably even touch it, at least.

"Maybe..." you mutter. The two of you fix yourselves up just in time to reach the cafeteria and throw your things away then head to your afternoon classes.