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Thatcher felt strangely good. This was something he'd never felt before, affection like this. He'd been kissed by his mother, but this was different. This was lustful, seductive and... Uncomfortable. Every lick felt both good and scary. The boy didn't know what to think. It felt natural yet unnatural. She flung her legs over him, and he suddenly felt panicked. What if she got hostile, he felt so helpless right now. He'd only just met the girl! He squirmed under her weight, slowly she made her way down his hips. She continued to kiss him, but that was enough for him.

He nipped at the air in front of her, warning her off before wiggling free from underneath her. Too intimate, he was barely an adult, and he had bigger things to think of than affection and lust. He stepped back from her, body still hot from her touches. Im sorry, but I can't. He spoke to her, not sure what to say now.