She was 29 and I was 17. We drank a bit, but not close enough to get us inebriated. It was over 1 and I couldn't sleep, I was thinking how I might not stop myself if I slept beside her. The sofa was too puny, she was compelling me to sleep she pulled me in a little too hard and her lips touched mine, a bit. We stared a 2nd, I think, a little too intimately. We were far from being inebriated but we made out like we were, the taste of beer leisurely fading as our slaver mixed with each other's.
Hey sweetie how are you my name is Matt you know my God you are so beautiful
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