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so one night, we're playing dress up at his house. he gives me some skinny jeans and a really cute, button-up, denim top with a skirt. we do my hair, we play in front of the bathroom mirror, he grabs my ass, licks his lips, i play with his chest hair, we're getting there. we come out of his bathroom, and i sit on the floor in front of his bed, he sits a little bit away from me, i play around with various positions trying to look cute or something. apparently it works because he tackles me. we wrestle on the ground a bit, eventually i get enough leverage to get on me knees and bend over the edge of the bed, he's on top of me in the exact position i want, he emulates the action i've been waiting for, my mind is like the quiet eye in a storm, there is only him as he bends over and puts his face close to my ear, i can hear him breathing as i move mine to intercept his. 3 inches... 2 inches... less than an inch. he lets go and rolls onto his back on the floor. I AM ASTONISHED. i could literally taste his breath and he rolled onto the floor. i consider tackling him back, planting my lips firmly on his and kissing him until his lips bleed. but i don't. i'm suddenly very upset. he literally just went through the motions of consummating the past year and a half of flirting, grinding, rubbing and eye-fucking only to fall onto the ground and... lay there?
