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Max's POV
Abby always looked... way too good. Like she had spent a whole year just making herself look the way she does.
It's… infuriating. Why doesn't she have to try hard like everyone else…?
But then again, it allows me someone to admire. She does look gorgeous.
But of course im saying that from a friend viewpoint!!! I dont like her like that... obviously. Shes just a friend.
Just a friend.
But that doesnt stop me admiring her body, zoning out, ensuring her gorgeous face is the last thing before i get absorbed in my sea of thought.
Shes changed so much recently, and puberty had been so kind to her. No spots, no grease and her emotions were perfectly balanced. Her body was like a models, no better, and her curves were perfect.
She was perfect.
"Do I have something on my face?" Abby whispers two desks across to me, making me snap back to reality and blush as I realise she noticed me staring.
"You did... but it uh fell off." I say, a poor excuse as to why I was staring.
Her mouth opens wide and she grins, where i can see her tongue slightly, glistening. It snaps me back into my head, making me think of forbidden things.
Her mouth on mine.
Her mouth against my clit, teeth grazing it. My obvious arousal coating her tongue.
Us making out, the taste of me addictive and maing me delirious.
Thinking about it just makes me drenched, and I blush further.
I. Dont. Like . Abby.
What makes you think I do…?