Rose was terrified. Ever since her bestfriend's dad had found out she was feeling gay tendencies, she was shook by the thought of having to be confronted by him, however her worst fears we're going to have to be faced.
This terrible horror wouldn't have to be so worrisome usually, but Gregory was a tad homophobic.
Surprisingly, this didn't stop him from allowing the girls to have a sleepover as long as it was under his supervision.
Rose had been packing her bag for the last few hours debating what she should, and shouldn't bring. She had basically been walking on eggshells because as much as she feared this man, she'd always seeken his approval.
2 hours later
She arrived at her friends house.
"Bloom my beloved!"
This sentence seemed normal in her mind, but then she remembered her dad had known about her fruity behavior. The topic was quickly changed as he approached the door.
Bloom knew that if she was gonna have to be able to have her bestfriend over, she would have keep an eye out for any sus language.
Another 2 hours goes by
Everything was going well. Rose and Bloom had been spending time just catching up in her room. It was approaching dinner time.
"Ladies! Dinner is ready!"
The two fat girls rushed through the hall.
Why the fuck are we having pizza. I very nicely disclosed that it gives me explosive diarrhea. Leyla thought to herself.
"Excuse me Shanae! Is there anything else I could eat, I'm not feeling great."
"You could eat me." A familiar voice mumbled.
Her face turned red. There was no way Gregory Chester just said that to her. For the last year she thought he hated her.
"What?"
"I didn't say anything!"
Was she going crazy? Surely she had.
She dismissed as just a weird craving. It was completely uncommon for her to have slight delusions when she really wants something. This was strange though, because she'd never really thought about being with him.
The night went on with them watching movies but Rose could think of was the little thing he said earlier.
After a few hours of cheesy chick flicks, Rose and Bloom decided they were ready for bed. Right as Rose was in a dreary state, she saw the masculine outline of the man she'd been slipping over all day.
Chapt 2
"G- Gregory?
"Hey Rose... Before you say a word, let me finish. I know this is wrong and I shouldn't feel this way, but I just can't get you off my mind."
"Even though I'm..."
"Yes, even though you're a faggot."
"Y'know this is actually crazy because I've been feeling the same way. "
He stopped dead in his tracks.
"R... really?"
"Yes. I want you. I need you."
He walked towards the bed and pulled her in by the hips. He lightly made his lips press against Rose's.
The slow kissing eventually turned into roughly making out.
This made her have butterflies, and not in the places you should normally have them.
Rose pulled away from the kiss while Gregory ran his hands down her body.
"We can't do this. Not here."
"That's not a problem."
He grabbed her hand and began dragging her into the kitchen. He slammed her on the counter and began removing her clothes. His tongue slid down her body until it reached her private region. He looked up at her to make sure he had her consent.
She looked down at him and started running her hands through his hair.
"Yes baby. Give it to me."
He yanked off her panties and began to throw fingers HARDCORE. Whilst doing this, he involved his tongue and made himself useful. As she was on the brim of orgasm, he stopped himself and pulled away.
"Why did you do that??"
"If daddy can't have his pleasure, neither can you."
She then pulled off his boxers to reveal his throbbing cock. It was long and veiny, just how she liked it. She was quite literally foaming at the mouth.
He ran at her with full speed and shoved his monster dick in her vagoona.
THE END. NO MORE TORTURE.
