Ethan Cota

fumbled with her coffee cup and made flirtatious smiles at me while I spoke. I had my doubt that Natalie had any time for a 22 year old like myself, but I enjoyed her company nonetheless. Her lips looked soft from a close sitting, when she spoke I had a faint urge to jump over the counter and pounce on her lips with my own. However I did none of the kind, after a decent couple of hours she insisted she had overstayed and would need to do housework. I walked her to the door and continued to engage her before I found her arms wrapped around my