Hannah was painting her nails on my bed and eyeing my closed blinds, "I just don't get it. This is another opportunity! Clearly God wants you to strip for your hot neighbor and wound up having s*x with him." She said shaking her head.
Dad was gone for the next five hours and so Hannah is here.
I shushed her and she laughed low, "He's in the garage making his muscles even juicier. Calm down." She said concentrating on her nail.
Her eyes ran down my face, "You know that day he asked you to come over, you should've." She said shaking her head again.
Laughing sarcastically I scoffed, "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm never sleeping with that guy. Ever!" I said surely.
The thought of his hot, sweating body heavy over mine, warm between my thighs and filling me up passed through my
