I have a crush on this boy in another class. We don’t speak that much. I have this fantasy. We’re at his house, and I come through the front door and he grabs me and we kiss. We try and go up the stairs, but the kissing means it’s a bit hard and we laugh. We’re kissing on the floor of his bedroom, and it heats up. We’re touching each other, and he feels me and I feel him. We stop for a moment and he’s on top of me, looking at me. I touch his face and his hair. He smiles and I smile. He gives me the gentlest of kisses. Then we roll over and I’m on top of him. We laugh, and start kissing again. He’s touching my leg under my tights, and I’ve got my hands on the back of his head. Then I put my hand in the back pocket of his jeans. He’s on top of me now. Then he pulls me up so I’m sitting on his legs. His hand is on the bottom of my back, and one of his fingers is just a tiny bit under my waistband. We finish and we lie next to each other and look at each other. He takes my hand and kisses it.
That’s it.