Different POV's/Different Thoughts =Same Feeling? (part 2)

AT MAX'S HOUSE

Max walked into his house, headed towards the living room where his parents were. His parents were happy to see him back safely and asked if Nancy made it home safely as well. Max said of course since it was late he made sure she walked inside her house before leaving. Both his parents smiled, then continued watching the show. Only after their son left did they start discussing how their son has seemed to be more cheerful these past few days. Getting up extra early on the first day back to school as well. Of course, they came to the same conclusion....their son finally fell in love. Their decision became clear after they saw how Max had treated his newfound friend, Nancy, today.

**** MAX's THOUGHTS (IN MAXS ROOM) *****

(plopping down on his bed) Wow-what a day. Nancy is just too cute for her own good. Man, did she surprise me when she changed into her pink leotard, she has such a nice petite body and her eyes pulling me into them and her pink shiny lips (shiny from lip gloss) Mmmm. and when she gets shy.. her blushing face (laughing at all her different reactions, then his thoughts went back to their dancing) Her body seemed to shine from the sweat, her tensing then relaxing under my touch.....mmm... her body so close to me, gripping her tiny waist, her heat, her smell.....mmmm....her smell.....that's right she showered in the basement. Mmmm, only my soap, and shampoo are in the basement shower....she was using my soap to wash her silky, lightly tanned skin....(his body had already started heating up the moment he remembered their dancing, so now as he imagined how she looked while having his soap suds all over her...he closed his eyes, covering them with one hand, while the other felt his heat, his hardness)

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After only a few minutes he went to wash his face, clean himself up, and change clothes. He was thankful he didn't put on his PJ bottoms from the start or if he was caught changing PJs twice, his parents would become suspicious. (the upstairs bathroom was in the middle of his and his parent's room.) He slowly walked back to his bedroom, climbed into bed, thinking how this little girl is so easily able to mess up his mind....how many times has he already had to relieve himself after thinking about her in just one afternoon. He then sighed, closing his eyes once again but this time remembering how nice it was to hold her in his lap, caressing her back, laying his head on hers. She allowed him to hold her as she let out her pent up feelings. He smiled happily before dozing off, knowing now that she felt comfortable around him.