Too late

Before you can move away, if that was ever truly what you wanted to do, Allison's lips are against yours and you can't help but reciprocate, in a big way.

You wrap your arms around Allison tight and start kissing her more passionately. Your hands start roaming her body, running through her hair, pinching her ear.

Suddenly you're shoved back as Allison breaks the kiss.

"What the hell," she says wiping her lips.

"I—I'm sorry! I can't control myself. I just feel—"

"I was only going to kiss you, not fucking make out with you, or grope you, or—" Allison's hand moved to her ear. It was something you had made a bit of a habit of. It began as teasing, but Allison had liked it and it became a little thing between you two. "John?" she asked, speaking to you.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" you shout, throwing your arms up in the air."I was turned this morning. The voice said I'd get more and more horny until I had to—fuck something. I panicked and texted you then I had to raid my sisters room for clothes that would fit. Then you got here."