My girlfriend was the prettiest girl in school. She was unimaginably, perfectly, immaculately beautiful. She did have a weird snaggletooth but she only showed it to me. It was one of our special things.
Another one of our special things was going to the fast food place after school everyday. I loved fast food and she loved treating me to it. It worked out well, though she didn't eat fast food herself. She just sat and watched me eat.
"Don't you even want a sip of cola?" I would say to her and she would reply "I never drink... cola" while staring at me intensely.
That was another one of her things. She loved to stare at my face, hard. I got used to it after a while, but I used to look in the mirror, at my pimply teenage face and wondered why? I guess even in a situation like that, a teenager can feel self-conscious about their appearance.
Eating fast food didn't help with my complexion. Sometimes I said to her that maybe we'd skip it since my pimples were getting worse. She would then cling to me for dear life and say "NO! I love your pimples!" with a look of desperation in her eyes. I couldn't resist going then.
She really did love my pimples. When we got together alone she would kiss every single one of them with long, slow, sucking noises. Oh her kisses felt amazing!
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