Our secret place.
We get to stand in the hallways and talk after lunch at my high school. One day, when the teachers weren't looking, my boyfriend took my hand and snuck me downstairs in the empty hallway where no one else was. Once we were sure we were alone, I agressively pressed him up against the wall and kissed him passionately over and over again. He took ran his nails down my back and I began kissing him deeper, pushing myself closer and closer to him. I could feel him "poking out" against me as I slammed my body against his. I could feel myself getting wet. It was too the point where I felt like I was going to leave a wet spot on my jeans. His lips were like herion, I just couldn't get enough. He pushed up against me so hard that I could feel everything underneath his jeans pressing between my legs. It waslike the ultimate arousal... and all we were doing was making out. After a few rounds of making out, we stopped because I wasn't sure that I could take much more. I wanted to go down on him, right then and there, but I knew that I couldn't because we were at school and he wanted to wait a while before we went that far. So I ended up holding him closely until we decided to go back upstairs. We took seperate ways back to the hallway so that no one got suspicious.