After I got home, I took a good look in the bathroom mirror at that hickey Elizabeth gave me. She went all out that thing was really noticeable on the lily white canvas that was my skin. I didn't think there was any possible way for me to conceal it apart from wearing a turtleneck or putting a huge bandage on it and pretending it's a scrape. Then again, I could wear it and show it off proudly like a medal of manliness. But I shrugged that idea off. I wasn't hankering to brag over it.There was still the issue of dealing with the thing, though. I curiously held my hand over the bruise, imagining what it would look like without it there. As I took my hand away, my eyes widened in surprise. The bruise had begun to rapidly heal right before my eyes until it was no more.I stood there with my jaw firmly on the floor for a good few moments. I calmly poked at the spot where the hickey once was to confirm that it was, in fact, gone. I would've thought I was going crazy, but with everything th

"So, January 2nd, huh?" I asked her. "Must be nice not to have your birthday on the craziness of New Year's.""Yeah," she replied with a smile as she, too, looked around at the others. "My parents always joke that I'm an 'almost-New Year's baby.' It starts getting eye-rolling after a while.""Is that why they're not here?""They decided to be super-cool and thought I was responsible enough to handle my own party. And, of course, I totally am.""It's nice, though," I remarked. "You have a lot of friends. That doesn't surprise me, though.""Why's that?"I then let my mind take a backseat as I replied, "Because you're beautiful."She was stunned by the sudden compliment. "Anthony ...," she muttered in surprise."A beautiful person, I meant," I added, trying to make up for that stumble. I don't even know why I said that. Although I did mean it, I didn't mean for it to just slip out so suddenly. "Sorry, didn't mean to make things weird."She smiled warmly. "It's fine. You're really sweet.

She surprised me as she then placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned in to introduce her lips to my own. I wasted not a moment before holding her in both arms. She responded happily and did the same. The two of us were instantly pulled into the magic of our kiss, deepening it into something more warm and passionate. She sighed quietly in content, our heads moving up and down as our lips danced around one another. She was so eager to keep going and to keep pressing forward. It wasn't long before the initially innocent kiss turned into a heavy make-out session.I stroked the silky skin of her back, all the while keeping that damned football held tightly in my other hand. She began to softly moan with an eagerness and attraction for me like I'd never seen before. She brought a hand up to my face, stroking and caressing it with her fingertips - being careful not to let her fingernails scrape my skin.We then pulled away for a moment to catch our breath. She grinned with a beaming elat

Then, she released me from her mouth with a loud sigh. Both of us panted lustfully as I helped her get to her feet. Once she stood before me, she eagerly shoved her lips over my own, engaging us in a deeply intimate kiss. As our lips happily locked together, she let go of my hands and put her arms under my own to hold my upper back. I did the same for her, holding her tightly as we kissed with vigorous passion.When she pulled away from the kiss, we continued to gently pant at each other. Her eyes rapidly shifted back and forth between my own for a moment. She then let her arms drag as she pulled me toward her while moving backward. She tumbled over the foot of her bed, taking me with her as I fell atop her. The mood was quite earnest between us. We met each other for another ardent kiss, her body simultaneously sliding back until she could rest her head on the pillow. She quickly reached down, whipping her swimsuit bottom down her legs and tossed them carelessly to the floor. She spr

She hissed and bit her lip as my fingers ran over her incredibly sensitive sex. She was so wet already after having turned the private moment between Tamara and I into a spectator sport. I briefly glanced up at Tamara. She tapped at her wrist, reminding me that we didn't have much time before someone came looking for us. Once again, the thought of time reminded me that I was not using my power, which would've been infinitely useful in this situation. However, I decided to skip the usual necessary explanation to people after stopping time and went for it legit this time.And so, I slid my hand under her knee to pull back her leg. I reared my hips back, hearing Latisha gasp as the head of my penis between her very swollen folds. Her head bent back into my chest, uttering a sharp, high-pitched moan as I easily pushed inside of her. Just as I'd made it to the hilt within her, I felt a familiar sensation of flesh breaking around me. It was Latisha's first time as well.Well, that was a ver