All the Way Read Online Free PDF

spectacular—just the kind of kiss you want on a first date. My heart raced, wondering what he was going to do next.
    Answer: nothing. He just sat there, looking at me, not moving or trying to kiss me again. It was like he was waiting for something, but I wasn’t sure what.
    I closed my eyes and hoped he’d kiss me again.
    Yup. That’s what he was waiting for.
    The second kiss was just like the first, except a little more passionate.
    Wow, I thought. I hadn’t realized how much I’d been missing this stuff.
    I opened my eyes and leaned my head back when it was over, gazing up at the stars with a goofy smile on my face. This was great: a date with a cute, funny guy, followed by parking under the branches of a weeping willow tree and staring up at a starry sky.
    A minute later, Joey’s hand slid up my arm to rub my shoulder. Then he leaned in to kiss me again. As he did, his hand slid sideways, toward my boob.
    â€œI don’t think so,” I tried to say, although it came out sounding like “think so” because I had to pull away from his mouth first. At the same time, I sort of twisted away from his hand.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” he asked, sounding all hurt.
    â€œNothing,” I said. “I just . . . you know. Let’s not get carried away, okay?”
    â€œNo problem,” he said, leaning in to kiss me again, this time without trying to feel me up.
    For the next ten minutes, we just sat in the car kissing. I could tell Joey was getting really worked up because he was breathing harder and harder, but he took it really slow, not trying anything more for a long time.
    Finally he pushed his tongue into my mouth and at the same time reached for my boobs again. This time he managed to use both hands. I’m not sure how.
    I pulled back, but he didn’t stop.
    â€œHey,” I said, trying to slide away from him.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” He sounded angry.
    â€œNothing’s wrong ,” I said. “I just don’t want to do that yet, okay?”
    Joey pouted, but he tried to turn his pout into a cute little-boy smile. “Okay. You say when.” He paused, just looking at me for a minute with his pouty little grin. “How about now?”
    I laughed but shook my head. “Aren’t you hungry? Maybe we should go get something to eat.”
    Joey just shook his head and casually slipped his hand between my legs and up under my miniskirt.
    â€œGod!” I said, pushing him away. “Stop it! I told you, I’m not ready for that.”
    â€œChrist,” Joey said. “What are you doing here if you don’t want to make out?”
    â€œI thought we came to look at the stars,” I said angrily.
    â€œWe did that,” Joey said. “Now it’s time for something else.” He bent his head toward me, but when I started to back away, he put his hands up in the air, as if to say, “I won’t touch you.” Then he kissed me again, like the first kiss, soft and slow and sweet.
    But of course it was just a game to get me to drop my guard. A minute later he had his hands under my top. When I pushed him away from my breasts, he went straight for my legs and slipped his hand under my skirt in no time.
    â€œDammit!” I said, pushing him away and trying to stand up in the small, tight backseat. “That’s it. Take me home.”
    â€œDon’t be a tease,” he said, grabbing my butt. “You know you want it.”
    God!
    I wanted to smack him, but I restrained myself. Instead, I turned to see how the hell I was going to get out of that car.
    Of course I had to bend forward to open the car door, which I’m sure he loved because it undoubtedly gave him a great view up my skirt. But I didn’t care—I just wanted out of there. I pushed the door open and squeezed out, then slammed the door shut.
    â€œYou’re an asshole,” I said, staring at him for just a second, hoping