Delilah stumbles upon a man while out with her best friends at a Chase Atlantic concert. He can't seem to take his intimidating gaze off her, but she can't seem to either...
"Don't look at me with lustful eyes I'll ride your face till all you taste...
Skin removed, meat chopped to bite-size bits her preparation is key. In a bowl she puts finely crumbled bread, savoury seasonings, and a dash of salt. First dipped in whipped egg, then milk, then dry mix, the meat is gently placed in an inch of oil in a pan.
Set to a temperature of a precise fever pitch, it cooks. Flipped and sautéed, the battered meat browns until the right coloring is achieved. Extracted and placed in a large ceramic bowl to cool, our greedy and eager hands await, impatiently wringing and clapping in bouts of excitement.
Brinley knows how to make the best homemade chicken nuggets. Every Saturday she made them for us along with homemade fries and her signature ranch dressing.
We sat at our black round diner table filling our plates up. " Thank you brinley" I say softly putting my hand on her back as she gives me a smug smile "your welcome" she says eating a whole nugget. " I look forward to this meal every Saturday" miracle says while drenching her nugget in ranch eating it with closed eyes.
We eat our nuggets and chat. "So you know that hot guy I went and talked to he asked me if I wanted to have a threesome and I so badly wanted to before I got a whiff of his breath....it reeked of road kill" Miracle shakes her head with a stank face as I break down laughing uncontrollably " that's fucking disgusting" brinley murmured her face scrunching up.
" I told him I can't I have chlamydia and walked away" She motions her arms like she's walking " I would have flat out told him your breath smells clean it with bleach then come find me" brinley says eating a handful of fry's.
" Harry kissed me last night at the top of a Ferris wheel after breaking us into the navy pier" I blurt out there heads snapping in my direction " when was this?" Brinley asked a look of confusion plastering her face. " After he dropped us off he wanted to take me somewhere" I say remembering how he called me wanting to take me somewhere after I gave him my number. " Ah I see. The memory of Harry driving us home is coming back" she says holding her forehead " well are you going to tell us if he's a good kisser" Miracle smirks waiting for an answer " yes he is" I touch my lip with my thumb and pointer finger remembering the feel of his lips on mine and the way he grabbed my neck like he owned me.
"I have a feeling he's great in bed" Miracle says causing me to remember the size of his dick and how much more bigger it might be in person rather than FaceTime.
" Yeah um I have the same feeling" I murmur finishing the last of my nuggets and fry's bringing my plate to the sink and washing it.
" You guys Remi just texted me... how...when did I" brinley says with a look of uncertainty "I FaceTimed Harry and he so happened to be in the same area as him and he asked me for your number" I say thinking I should have asked her beforehand if it was okay to give out her number.
" Thank you! I forgot to ask him last night" she says with a smile. " What did he text you?" Miracle asks " he said hi this is remi." She says her eyes looking up from the phone. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket looking to see Harry texted me my stomach doing a flip.
Harry 7:23 pm I cant stop imaging your cheeks crimsoning as you pleasured yourself.
" Is it hot in here to you guys?" I ask Brinley and Miracle who are also on their phones " no I'm actually quite cold" Miracle says looking up at me " Yeah I'm freezing" brinley says confirming the reason I'm hot is because Harry. It's all his fault.
Me 7:25 pm Haha.
That's the best I got because I have no idea how to respond to that. I'm kind of feeling embarrassed about the whole phone sex I probably looked like a fucking seal laying there. Harry watched me cum ...Harry saw me.. " Why are you making that face Delilah?" Brinley asks letting out a chuckle.
" I farted and it's stinks" I lie as they cover their noses. " No warning!?" Miracle says as I hear my phone buzz again.
Harry 7:25 pm I would have cleaned you up if I was their. I wanted to taste you so bad. You're making me go mad Delilah.
"I'm going to go clean my room" I say standing up quickly the girls nodding in response. What is he doing to me my body isn't use to feeling desired.
I open and close the door to my room thinking of something to reply but just deciding not to because what the fuck am I suppose to say.
I look around my untidied room knowing that Saturday's are when I clean it. I start picking up my pile of dirty clothes making my way to our washer and dryer throwing the lights in first with a little bleach and laundry detergent.
I make my way back beginning to make my bed setting my stuffed animal I stole on top.
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I make my way to my desk and begin to organize the drawers. Checking the time on my phone seeing it's 7:00 pm and also seeing a Harry texted me again.
Harry 7:27 pm I want to see you. What are you doing right now?
Me 7:27 pm Cleaning my room
Harry 7:27 pm I can help I'm great at cleaning
I'm still so embarrassed from the FaceTime call, but I want to see him too. Plus I could use an extra set of hands.
Me 7:28 pm Come over
I'm just going to have to stick a trash bag over my head to avoid his eyes boring into my skull after what just happened.
Harry 7:28 pm I'm already here.
He came here when I didn't reply to his I would have cleaned you up text message! My palms begin to sweat my hands start to slightly shake in nerves. My breathing becoming uneasy.
I slowly make my way to the front door opening it already feeling my cheeks boil. I stare at Harry's back before he slowly turns around upon hearing me open the door.
His lips part as he drags his observing eyes up till they reach mine causing me to take in a deep breath. I move to the side to allow him in as he saunters his way to me stoping in front of me poking my cheek.
