Listelle looked at the man standing in front of her, she had known him 3 years of her 17. Jesse looked at the girl she used to be in his mind and at the woman she’d become. Her hips were full and willowy, and her breasts had always been big but looking at her in her low-rise jeans and vintage tee… he couldn’t help but remember the nights they’d shared when she was a young 14 and him an older 18. “What do you want here Jesse?” She asked the question expecting sarcasm, but instead he pulled her close to him, looking down at her with a wide grin. She moved against him, testing waters she hadn’t tread in years. His eyes slitted, narrowly as he leaned down kissing her roughly. She pulled at his lip stifling a moan. She would always want him. He moved his lips from her nibbling across her neck and shoulder. The skin was warm to his lips, his mouth, his tongue. He wanted her, and she wanted him, she was doing all she could to not moan at the sensation of his mouth against her skin after all this time. Jesse slid his hands into her back pockets, rubbing himself against her through their clothes. “Do you want me?” He groaned the words as he kissed her again, pushing his tongue through her lips. When he moved away from her waiting for a reply, she pushed him down on her bed and bit his lip moaning, “Yes I want you… I want you inside me Jesse.” He pulled off her shirt, rubbing his hands across her well formed abs, as she tugged his over his head playing her tongue across his stomach.