Luck and Love: III_(0)

Michael found the house relatively easily, seeing as it was the only one with roses in the garden. As he walked up towards the front steps he remembered the day with bliss. His watch read 4:48, his arrival slightly earlier than the time had requested. But then this was not exactly a meeting demanding accuracy. He skipped up the steps two at a time and knocked on the door gently. He needed to know if she was just waiting for him, as he wanted her to be, right on the other side of the wood. The door flew open before he had even tapped out the third knock and Michael was greeted with the sight of the tiny freshman girl who he so needed to see. If he had thought about the meeting he would have realized that he wasn’t just wanting to have her and be done, or looking for any benefits as their first meeting given him. He had nearly creamed himself at the feeling of her hand on the bulge of his pants. No… he was just elated to have someone.
Rose gently swung the door gently as Michael entered, reaching out like a child waiting to be picked up. He indulged her happily, grabbing her like he had in class and pulling her to him. The door shut quietly and Michael spun around and backed Rose up against it, one hand supporting her ass and the other around her waist. Her hands were busier than his, one roaming his hair and clawing his scalp while the other was wrapped around his neck to keep his lips attached to hers. They kissed hard, each burning with the same lust and desire that they had before. They each took a deep breath as they separated, looking deep into one another’s eyes for the first time since their first kiss that afternoon. Rose allowed her back to straighten against the door, smiling at him and breathing deeply. Her chest was thrust toward him, her stomach exposed ever so slightly just above her short shorts. Michael looked at her with mixed, unidentifiable feelings. He couldn’t tell what this amazing girl was to him; he just felt that she was important. She pulled his face towards hers for another kiss, making him press her harder against the door and press himself harder into her. She moaned as his lips traveled down to her neck, stopping at the point where her shoulders began and her neck ended.
Once he had created a full hickey on her neck he let her off of the wall, allowing her to drop to the ground and pull him towards the couch. When they reached it she pulled his hand to her and wrapped it around her waist, pulling his head towards hers and rising up onto her toes to meet him. As they kissed she pulled him over, causing them both to fall onto the couch with his crotch firmly placed between her legs and his lips still locked tightly to hers. She ground her hips hard against the large bulge in his pants.