This is GARBAGE!! I am a busy 19-year-old who is dumb plz don't judge too harshly. ALSO if you are here for the 'spicy stuff' only then I haven't written any yet when it comes to that point I will add a star or something near it so you can skip to...
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Vs pov
His brown eyes looked directly into mine as he sat on his knees in between my legs. I was strapped to a chair, her beautiful almond-colored hands laid on my shoulders giving me slight reassurance. She smelled like roses and raspberries. I wanted to move closer to her so that I have no other choice but to breathe in her scent. My attention fell back on the boy when I felt his pink lips dragged up my thigh, moving teasingly back and forth. They were soft, like marshmallows. My breath hitched," is he making you feel good my love?" her brown plump lips brushed against my ear. Her breath tickled causing me to jolt. I moaned accidentally. She chuckled and slid her hands down my torso. The boy in between my legs grinned and looked me in my eyes, this time holding it longer. He looked so pretty, and the fact that someone, well two someones, this pretty made a mess out of me turned me on. He took his big veiny hand and slapped my thigh. My head rolled back, he then kissed it better. She slid her hand back up as my head was tilted back and gripped my throat, "tsk tsk tsk tsk, what a bad boy~ when someone's making you feel this good you need to look them straight in the eyes and say.." she tugs my head forward causing me and the pretty pale boy to look at each other"thank you," she said it harshly and then bit my ear, I cum. My white sticky liquid decorated the pretty boy's face, "t-th-an—k you...th-an k yo-u so so m-uch." I stuttered shamelessly. "Good job baby! Now it's time to wake up!" They said in unison.
My eyes shoot open, I grab my phone and turn off the annoying alarm. No fucking way... I...did I just... I jump out of bed and hurryingly place my sheets in the laundry room down the hall. "Mr.Vince what are you doing? I am the one that is supposed to be handling the laundry" Ms.Minda says. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Don't worry about it!! I'm an adult I should do my own laundry..." I awkwardly scratch the back of my neck, my eyes shift over to the washing machine. Listen Ms.Minda is a sweet lady, the sweetest even, but at this very moment, I wish she would ignore me. The older lady chuckles, "hahaha okay Mr.Vince I get it, you a growing man! then, I'll leave you to it." she walks away. Wait... wait no that's ... that's not it!!! Who am I kidding, I totally had a wet dream about two of my best friends, how am I supposed to talk to them today???? Well, that's if T decides to talk to me today. I feel my chest get heavy again. I'm such a terrible person, she's probably still not feeling good and I just... I want to break down, I couldn't get through to her, she couldn't trust me with her problems, she couldn't be honest with me. And I'm so selfish for making this about myself...
I shake my head trying to rid myself of my self-deprecating thoughts. I take a deep breath and head to my room, either way, no matter how hurt or sick I feel I can't miss class. My dad would kill me. I begin my morning routine, which has gotten longer after meeting a few interesting people. After my shower and personal hygiene are done I pick out my outfit. I pull out my loosely fitted blue jeans, a white button-up, and sweater vest. After putting on the outfit I spray a slight amount of colon on, it was sweet yet masculine. I picked out my hair and made sure it was nicely moisturized, rubbing the excess on my hands. One last look in the mirror and I am ready. I rush out the door and grab my keys, my father wasn't home so I didn't have to worry about him, just before leaving the house Foucee rushes over to me. She hugs my legs and looks up at me." have a good day!!! I love you," she gives me the biggest smile and I can't help but melt. I pick her up and hug her tightly, "of course!" she smiles and giggles. Ms.Minda walks in and smiles, "alright Foucee you got to let Mr.Vince go to school, have a great day sir." She says very business-like but still had the undertones of a mother. "Ms.Minda, my father is not around so there is no need to speak like a robot," I give her a big smile. "I understand, so I will be frank with you Vince, you haven't been feeling too well, right?" I look down, not wanting to lie to her but not wanting to tell the truth. she sighs, "it's okay to cry and be hurt. I does not make you weak Vince, what makes you weak is hiding your emotions for the sake of looking strong. Emotions are beautiful, so feel them," she says cheerfully. I do everything in my power to hold back my tears, "you... your right but-" She cuts me off before I can finish, "NOPE!!!" she shouts shocking me and Foucee, "NO IF ANDS OR BUTS! NOW GO OUT THERE AND BE AUTHENTIC!!!!!!" she hurriedly grabs Foucee and pushes me out the door. "YAY GO BROTHER BE AUTINTIC!" Me and Minda laugh at her butchering the pronunciation.
Be authentic? when was the last time I could? I think back to all the time Jay, T, and I hung out. Every time I laughed or smiled or blushed, it didn't feel forced. It felt so real, and they haven't judged me for it. I can honestly say I love being around them. I pause just before I open my car door. "love!?"
Hey yallllllll, how'd you like it????????? let me know, please!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I'm getting better with my grammar???????? look at me I'm so proud. If you are under the age of 18 and still read the ~part~ you have broken the law!!! jk. I won't tell... THIS TIME
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