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Date: 2015-10-01 05:07 pm (UTC)
notmarieanymore: (look down)
This wasn't ever how I imagined it, y'know.

[She sets the bottle down after his lips leave hers, and she follows suit, sliding her panties back on first, then her bra. John can have his sandy shirt back that smells like sweat and sex.]

I had always thought I'd first have sex at senior prom. [With Cody, in some motel room, or maybe in the back seat of his pick-up, drunk on wine coolers. Fire and brimstone preachers had always told her she'd go to hell for premarital sex. Owen D'Ancanto always told her she'd go to hell period.]
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