Push Shayla against the wall and kiss her.

From Create Your Own Story

You can't help yourself. She's too sexy, and you're too horny. With a little groan of exertion and lust, you side step, lift her up, and pin her against the stairwell wall. Her too-small shirt rides up to just below her tits, exposing a slender abdomen. With your strong hands holding down her shoulders, you press hungry lips to hers and she responds eagerly.

Her movement is limited, but her back does arch almost immediately. Your kiss is rough and forcing, and she doesn't seem to mind. At your first pull away for air, she even murmurs something about wanting you to use her... you don't pay enough attention since you're thinking about her sensual gaze and the serious hard-on you're sporting. Your entire thick nine inches are strained against your jeans without any contact necessary.

"What the fuck?" comes a pissed off voice from the top of the stairs. You deflate almost immediately and curse under your breath, looking up to see, of course, Adam. "I fucking knew this would happen, you asshole. You said you weren't into her!"

"What?" Shayla asks, clearly offended as she retracts from your hold. You feel trapped.

Before you can explain anything to either of them, Adam insists, "Get the fuck out," to you, and Shayla stomps downstairs to, presumably, tell Kara everything.

You leave, blue-balled and friendless. Ouch.

The end.

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