A Model of Purity and Chastity

It didn’t take long for it to happen. And Alan didn’t notice.
“And he never will,” he said to me, staring at me with those sharp blue eyes. I tangled my hands in his red hair and pulled him close.
The kisses. The chaste and the not chaste. And the lovely dances in the night; dances that weren’t exactly dances, since they were in the night and had no music to them. But they were steady at the least.
I enjoyed every moment of it.
His hands are everywhere. “Yes. He never will.” Mine stay in the same place.
I almost felt bad for Alan actually, because there were times when I liked him better than Alan.

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