Mezuru | 28.05.2019
She was 29 and I was 17. We drank a bit, but not close enough to get us inebriated. It was over 1 and I couldn't sleep, I was thinking how I might not stop myself if I slept beside her. The sofa was too puny, she was compelling me to sleep she pulled me in a little too hard and her lips touched mine, a bit. We stared a 2nd, I think, a little too intimately. We were far from being inebriated but we made out like we were, the taste of beer leisurely fading as our slaver mixed with each other's.