Heather liked the feel of Jerry's arms wrapped around her. As the kiss went on she dug her fingers into the flesh of his back and her arms pulled him tighter than she expected, pressing her nipples against him. She felt his cock stiff against her stomach.
The kiss was long and hard just like Jerry's dick. And as much as he wanted to tear Heather's clothes off and throw her down on the bed he knew he wouldn't.
When the kiss finally subsided Jerry followed it up with several sweet little pecks on her forehead and cheeks and chin and a finale on her lips. He relaxed his grip and they unwrapped.
"That was nice," he said. She nodded with watery eyes. "Good night, Heather."
Jerry turned and walked out of her room, trying not to stumble, and clicked the door shut behind him.
Heather sat down on her bed and picked up her hairbrush, and looked at her trembling hand.
"Fuck," she said softly to herself.
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