... 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 and kissing her. Freddie grabbed the bottom of Carly’s tank top for the second time and began to lift it up. Freddie felt his mouth get dry as he saw Carly’s bare belly button, but once again, Carly stopped Freddie and said “Wait!”
“What is it this time?” groaned Freddie.
“Allow me,” said Carly.
Freddie moved, allowing Carly to sit up and get off of the bed. Carly was now standing up, facing the bed, where Freddie was sitting with an anxious look on his ...