He's a good friend. Really.
We were making out on his beaten up couch in his cold house.
"Stop trying to eat my face for a second... and open your lips a little. And less tongue. And slower."
I don't think he got it.
After awhile I paused to take my gum out.
"I knew something tasted like watermelon.." He said.
I laughed, and in that moment decided to let him have all of me that night..
And as he attempted to do the deed, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I like watermelon gum.
I really like it.
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