Hannah?” I hear Mrs Hills calling from the back of the house. I feel the woman in my arms freeze, no longer rubbing up against me. “Hey, we better get out there before Hannah walks in. Give me your number. I want to see you again,” I say, looking down and searching her eyes, but her big-framed glasses hide them from me. Shit. I can’t remember the last time I asked for a chick’s number. Normally they are slipping them to me, but no way am I letting this one get away. Something about her feels different. Feels right. The woman giggles and leans up on her tip toes, licking my neck and giving it a small bite, like she needs a taste of me. I nearly cum in my pants, and just as I’m about to, she pulls back, ducks under my arm, and walks down the hallway. I watch her go, feeling like I just got hit by a linebacker, and before I know it, I’m following behind her, watching her ass wiggle. “Hannah! There you are!” I see Mr Hills scoop up the woman, giving her a big hug. Then I hear Ava screa
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