Come over

You feel lonely and want to be with someone, so you text her.

"Paige you awake?" You know she is. Every Sunday for the past four years Paige has watched the Bachelor with her parents.

"Yes sir." You love that you made her call you sir - thank god you guys switched to snapchat so her parents wouldn't see. You can't believe that even though she is legally an adult now, her parents still make her show them her messages.

You think of the most humiliating way to tell her to come over to your house. "Get your juicy ass over to my house ASAP." You can't see her, but you can totally imagine the face Paige made when she saw that text.

"Are you insane? There's no way my parents will let me go to a GUYS house at 11 at night!"

"Okay so tell them you're tired and want to go to bed and sneak out!"

Five minutes later you get a message. "Ok it worked. I'm walking over so I'll be there in like ten minutes."

"Come through the window." Right on time, ten minutes later, you hear a light rapping on your window. There's Paige, still in her church clothes from the morning service. You unlock the window and motion her in. "Hey! How's it going?" You ask like you're casual friends. "Don't 'hey' me I want to get this over with." She says that, but given her track record she'll never want it to end once you start.

"Okay, go ahead and strip for me." She obeys, and takes of her semi-formal wear, revealing to you once again her petite and semi-busty figure. For keepsake you take a quick photo.