She whimpered, wanting him more and more every time his lips touched her or the sway of their bodies. Not being handled like this made her skin tingle and her mind race. She knew he was holding back, but why? This scared her ever so slightly. Was it her? No, she could tell he wanted her. What was his plans? This scared her more, what was in the locker? "What do you plan to do?" She asked in more of a whimper than a moan.