The Written Tapestry

Drew 's eyes widened. "Oh...I uh...okay!" He continued to hold her legs even as she reached for her clothes. "So where are we going, then?" He eyed her up and down with a smile, admiring her immensely.

Tasha giggled quietly at his apparent surprise, finally able to snatch her clothes from the futon. "My house. Where else?" Sitting down on her chest, she grinned wickedly as both her juices and his dripped against his skin. "You're gonna call home and tell your parents you're staying at a friends. Got it? Got it. Good. Done deal then."

Drew smiled wickedly up at her, his skin shuttering as he felt that hot liquid touch him. "Who can say no to such a pretty face like yours?" He chuckled and hoisted her to the side so he could sit up, looking for his clothes and beginning to dress himself. He watched her get dressed as well, that smile never leaving his face. "Tasha...did I ever tell you you're fucking amazing?"

Tasha began to blush immediately at the compliment, even as he hoisted her off of him. Not a word was uttered as she got dressed, glancing over at him every so often as if they didn't just have sex and she was still curious as to what a boy looked like naked. That...or he was just really hard to look away from. Finally fully clothed, she snatched up her bag and shook her head at him. "Mmm...considering we just met this morning, I don't think you had time yet. Between...you know...washing the paint from your face and then having sex on the futon...against the wall...almost in the closet. But uh...thanks I think."

Drew chuckled at her words as he finished dressing himself. "You're welcome! Now let's get outa here before my mom decides to check again..." He moved to open up his window, it large enough for someone to fit through. Being the gentleman that he was, he offered to help her out first.