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Post by Script on Oct 15, 2011 22:32:18 GMT -5
She kissed him back, smiling againt his lips. One arm went around his neck, the othe fisted in the front of his shirt.
Tyler had enough sense left to pull out of the kiss, breathing heavy. "Adri...baby...we can't do this here." He gave her a weak smile. "I want ya somethin' awful, but I can't exactly get ya naked on Maggie's porch swing."
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Post by Ershey on Oct 15, 2011 23:02:23 GMT -5
((Sorry I've been a bit slow! Housemates were distracting me! I'm back ) His hand splayed on the small of her back, Ryan's tongue gently pushed its way through her lips. His focus was now all on her and to make sure that she was happy. "I know," breathed Adri, her eyes full of lust. "But where...?" She couldn't imagine hiding out in one of Maggie's room, especially since she just bought the place.
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Post by Script on Oct 15, 2011 23:06:57 GMT -5
((No problem!))
Maggie purred into the kiss, her tongue sliding against his. She angled towards him, one leg sliding between his two. She honestly hadn't given a whole lot of thought to what making out with Ryan would be like. No she wished she had.
Tyler thought a second, then smirked a little crookedly. "Well, if ya wanna pretend like it's high school again, I got a truck with a roomy back seat..."
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Post by Ershey on Oct 15, 2011 23:13:46 GMT -5
Ryan's hand snaked up and down her sides, gently massaging her as he did so while his tongue played with hers. He felt his heartbeat quicken at the thought of what could possibly happen later tonight.
"That's good enough for me," smirked Adri, hesitantly getting off the swing. She couldn't wait any longer, it had to happen now.
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Post by Script on Oct 15, 2011 23:17:47 GMT -5
Maggie let her leg slide down along his, he dress riding up on her thigh. She kissed him thoroughly, nipping at his bottom lip.
Tyler chuckled and stood up. He took the time to lean down and kiss her before grabbing her hand and leading her around the side of the house to the gate they led to the front yard. He didn't feel like having to fight the crowd inside. He let go of her hand to slide his arm around her waist as they walked to his truck.
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Post by Ershey on Oct 15, 2011 23:21:17 GMT -5
Ryan let out an involuntary groan as she moved her legs, his hands itching to touch her skin. He gently bit her lower lip as his hand found her thigh, slowly inching up with each kiss.
Figuring that Maggie wasn't going to miss her, Adri followed Tyler towards his truck. Her head was spinning from the bourbon but she didn't care. Once they both climbed into his truck, Adri immediately straddled him, her hands on her chest as she smirked at him.
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Post by Script on Oct 15, 2011 23:28:19 GMT -5
It was Maggies turn to moan, but it was soft, almost a sigh. Her hand went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them deftly. She didn't take it off, just opened it enough to trace her fingers down his chest.
Tyler flashed her a grin. "Now, that's better." He kissed her slowly, hand sliding up her back, under her shirt. He murmured into the kiss, "You're so soft, baby..."
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Post by Ershey on Oct 15, 2011 23:30:57 GMT -5
Ryan smiled against her lips as she felt her fingers on his chest. His lips pulled away from hers, quick enough to place them on her jaw as he slowly made his way towards her neck.
"Mmm," managed Adri, reaching for the collar of his shirt to pull it over his head. She was itching to touch his skin and have it against hers.
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Post by Script on Oct 15, 2011 23:37:37 GMT -5
Maggie shifted to sit up, straddling his thighs. She pulled back to smile at him, biting her lip nervously. She wanted him. Badly. But a part of her was still worried about ruining one of her best friendships.
Tyler pulled out of the kiss to help her get his shirt off, then pulled her blouse over her head. He took a minute to look at her, hand following the curve of her bra lightly. "You are so fuckin' hot, Sugar..."
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Post by Ershey on Oct 15, 2011 23:42:54 GMT -5
Pleasantly surprised by their change of position, Specs moved his hands to the edge of her hips. Noting the look on her face, he couldn't help but ask, "Everythin' alright?"
"Thanks," she smirked, her skin tingling as he touched her. "You're good to look at too."
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Post by Script on Oct 15, 2011 23:49:21 GMT -5
Maggie looked at him, taking a breath and licking her lips. "It's just...we're friends, right? Doing this sort of...thing," she gestured at their current position. "Will change that..."
Tyler flashed her a charmer of a smile, then kissed her. His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing aainst the sides of her breasts.
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Post by Ershey on Oct 15, 2011 23:53:22 GMT -5
Ryan wasn't expecting this conversation to come up mid-makeout, with her straddling him. It just made it harder for him to think rationally. "Well, uh..." he started, trying his best to distract himself from what was currently on him. "Did you just want to stay friends?" Please say no...
Adri returned his kiss hungrily, her hands cupping his face. She let out a moan as he touched her breasts, aching to feel him.
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Post by Script on Oct 15, 2011 23:59:48 GMT -5
Maggie bit her lip, looking at him with big eyes. "No, I-- did you??" She really didn't want this to be one of those stupid 'friends with benefits' things...
Tyler deepened the kiss, hands sliding to her back to unhook her bra and toss it aside. He pulled out of the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, one hand cupping a breast against his palm.
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Post by Ershey on Oct 16, 2011 0:03:56 GMT -5
Ryan cleared his throat, completely taken by surprise. "No, well -- Mags, I really just want to be with you," he said sincerely as he propped himself up on the bed with his elbows.
"Oh geez," mumbled Adri under her breath, knowing that it wouldn't be possible to keep control any longer. She tilted her head as her hands started unbuckling his belt and undo his zipper.
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Post by Script on Oct 16, 2011 0:11:35 GMT -5
"Like, be with me, be with me? As in...date me?" She really wanted to be sure before she finished thowing herself at him.
Tyler lifted his hips to help her scoot his pants down, bumping up against her in the process. He kissed her again, hand sliding up her skirt.
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