Randi Takes Charge
Randi arrived home from high school shortly after 3 pm to an empty house. She opened her math book, but soon became a little flushed as she recalled the physical encounter she had with Michael. The brief moment of impact crossed her mind over and over as she recalled the feel of Michael ‘s firm yet narrow frame against her shoulders and chest; and the brief bump of his hip just below her belly button. As the minutes passed, Randi was thinking less about her math work and more about Michael. She wondered what it would be like to French-kiss him, and stared blankly ahead at her wall with her lips slightly parted while imagining their lips locked in a moment of heat; their wet tongues mingling with teen passion. Her thoughts kept going back …