...What I was going to say is that we shouldn’t be doing this here. We should finish up in my room, where there’s more room and more privacy.”
“All right,” said Freddie.
The adolescent pair got off of the couch, stopped the movie, and made their way to the stairs. They walked up the stairs holding hands and kissing each other on the lips every few seconds, until they made it Carly’s room.
Carly and Freddie walked into the bedroom and Carly closed the door behind them. Freddie had never been in Carly’s bedroom before and found himself admiring it. The room was nice and cozy with a bed, a few dressers, a couch, a TV, a closet, a desk, a chair, and a window. The bed sheets, pillows, blankets, and curtains were all pink, which gave the room a pinkish glow.
“Nice place,” said Freddie.
Carly ignored him. “Now, where were we?” she asked.
“I think somewhere around here,” said Freddie, as he approached Carly and they resumed their make-out session. Freddie and Carly were clutching each other passionately, as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Not unlike with the couch in the living room, Carly and Freddie suddenly fell backwards onto Carly’s bed. Once again, Freddie found himself lying on top of Carly an...