Parker and I saw each other every day for the rest of the week, and each day we had sex. Also, each day I wanted to less and less. It was becoming a task, not a ‘treat’ I guess you could say. I don’t even feel like he wants to hang out anymore unless we’re having sex.
One night I told him I didn’t feel like it and he said I probably just had a headache and sex relieves those. Now I find myself making up excuses not to go see him, not because I don’t want to but I know he’s going to make me have sex with him. Honestly, I feel like he’s using me anymore. The only problem is I’m afraid to say something to him, what if he breaks up with me? Then I really will end up like the woman from the robbery case.
Don’t get me wrong, I like having sex with him, I mean, I’m not a prude or anything. I just want it to actually mean something when we do, and I don’t feel like it does anymore. Not since the first time.
I get a text from him:
From Parker: “please come over tonite I wanna see you I know youve bisy but its been 2 days please”
I sigh. He’s right though, it’s been two days. Sure I haven’t actually been doing anything I only said those things so I could take a break but I can’t ignore him forever. Plus, I do actually miss him. I just wish we didn’t have to have sex every time we hang out.
I send a quick reply, “Be there shortly.”
X
“Finally!” Parker says as he opens the door to let me in. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in years!” He greets me with his usual hug and kiss. When he kisses me I can smell the faint scent of alcohol, not a lot, just a little.
“Have you been drinking?”
“I just had a few beers yeah, why?”
“Just wondering.” He doesn’t seem drunk, his words aren’t slurring and he’s acting perfectly normal. Plus, I’ve been around the block, I know that a few beers won’t get you drunk.
“So, I was thinking maybe we could shake things up a bit tonight.” He said as he strolled over and sat down, gesturing for me to sit on his lap.
“What do you mean?”
“Three words, oral then anal.”
“What!?” I yelled as I stood back up. “PLEASE tell me you’re joking!”
“What’s the matter? Damn. It’s just a suggestion, and it’s not like it’s totally weird, people do it all the time.”
“Well not me. I think that we should have sex a little less often too, doing it so much, I feel like it’s lost its meaning.”
He chuckled, “Its meaning? Babe, its sex. Not marriage.”
“It still should have some meaning, I mean, it’s the closest you can get to another person, it’s supposed to be special.”
“Since when have you gone all ‘meaningful’?? It’s that brother of yours isn’t it? He’s Christianizing you.”
“No it’s not! This has nothing to do with my brother, leave him out of this. All this has to do with is you and me, and nothing about me has changed, I just don’t want you using me like a sex slave.”
“Ha! As if you don’t like it!”
“That’s not what I’m saying! I just think we should cut it down so there’s still room for a relationship.”
“I don’t know a single relationship where they don’t have oral and the occasional anal.”
“Why are you being such a dick?”
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Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanficSkylar has had a rough life, between the terrible thing that happened when she was only 5, to the orphanage, to now just trying to find her way as a freshman in college. She likes rock music and reading, and dislikes most people and anything to do w...
