EXTRACT FOR
The Cafeteria
(Cheyenne Wilson)

He handed her a mug of hot coffee and sat on the edge of his bed. Brenda sipped her coffee, set it down, took Keane's mug, and set it on the desk beside the other mug.



"I was hoping your plan was to bring me here to take advantage of me," she said.



Her arms went around his neck. Keane laid back on the bed, and she laid on top of him. Her lips came down on his and her tongue penetrated her mouth.



"I wasn't going to kiss you unless I had to," he said.



"That sounds ok to me."



She gazed into his eyes, and they kissed again. He ran his hands down her sides to her ass and she moaned, grinding her pelvis against the stiffening lump in his pants.