“Actually, let’s just catch up. We haven’t actually had any time to catch up since you got back.”
“You right about that. You were working your ass of tying to get enough money for this trip, especially working where you do.”
“Yeah, the boss can be a SOB sometimes,”
The two of you continue to talk about what has happened since your little trip to visit her. complains about various aspecs of British life and about how her teachers work her to the bone and you tell her about some of your college life and how much the town has changed.
“Speaking of which,” she gets a curious look on her face, “Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
You blush at those words, but give her a straight answer, “Not really.”
“Oh come on, a handsome guy like you doesn’t have a girl. I don’t believe it!”
Your blush brightens, “Well, believe it.”
She crosses her arms under her breasts and frowns. “You have to have someone you like. A guy like you has someone you like.” She looks at you and gets a catlike grin, she hit the jackpot and she can see it on your face. Crap! “Oh, so you do have someone you like. Tell me,” She orders.
“No way!” you say. Inside your body your mind and heart are at war. Your mind is telling you to not tell her and keep the wonderful friendship you two have, and your heart is tell you to take a leap of faith and tell her.
pounces and on you and manages to pin you to the ground, stratling your lap. “Come tell me, pleeeaaassseee!?”
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