Classmate FD and I had been suddenly spending a lot of time together. We were at a large gathering when someone asked, "So who's dating FD?"
Three of us raised our hands, and the person who asked looked at me.
"We're doing a lot of flirting; I don't know if you'd actually call it 'dating'," I replied.
Then the scene shifted, and I was about to enter a church for a wedding, but dawdled, in case FD showed up. I finally gave up and entered, then sat in the row behind my CHRP sisters, even though they'd clearly been saving me a seat.
I don't know what happened to the wedding, because suddenly FD was standing in my bedroom door.
"Warning; I'm about to take off my shirt," I said.
"That's okay; I'll take mine off too." He starts to unbutton his shirt.
I pulled my black sweater over my head, and I'm only wearing a black bra on top. I pull my red/black plaid shirt on, but don't fasten it. FD pulled me to him, and I pecked his lips, feeling a slight sizzle. He pecked my lips and lingered....suddenly we're making out, then French-kissing passionately.
I woke up thinking, "YUCK! It's FD!!" and, "Like THAT would ever happen!" *shudders*
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