Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Not Teasing

I haven't been home. I am always here. I am always at my grandma's. I'm here for the booty call, and I am loving every minute of it. The sex is amazing. I can't even try to deny that. It makes everything worthwhile when he slides that thick cock deep inside of me. He is my addiction. His penis. His body. The sex... It has taken me over. It's all I want.

My friend is dying. Any day now. How great does that sound? Everyone is waiting for her to die. It's sad. It makes you sick. She's young, she has three kids and now she is going to die. I can't bring myself to go see her. And even if I could, I shouldn't be going. She is dying and her family should be there with her. Not me.

"Are you texting your loser girlfriend again?" I ask Mark as I look over.

"She is not a loser!" Mark tells me frankly.

"She's with you. Must be a loser." I say with a shrug as I look up at him from the floor.

"No more of a loser than you!" Mark taunts as he looks at his phone then back at me.

"Do you want to come down here and say that to my face, you shit eater?" I ask angrily.

"Maybe I will." He says as he tossed his phone aside and rushed over to me.

"Oh really!" I spit as I kick him in his shin.

"Fuck! Ouch... What the hell was that?" He asks in shock as he grabs his shin.

"That would be me fighting you!" I said as I sat up and grabbed him behind the knees, bringing him down.

"Oh you've done it now..." He says as he falls on top of me. "Hey!" He yells as I pinch him in the side.

"What the hell are you going to do, pussy?" I taunt as I look into his eyes.

Before I know it, he has me on my stomach with my hands behind me and his elbow in my back. As hard as I struggle, I can't get free. I try to wiggle out, but find it nearly impossible. I swing my legs up and attempt to kick him as hard as I can. I finally give up. Or let him think I gave up.

"Give up?" Mark asks as he wrenches my arms.

"Uh huh... Yeah." I say quickly as I nod my head.

"I thought so." He laughs as he releases me and climbs to his feet. Just as he gets up and turns away, I jump to my feet and pummel him. "What the fuck!" He yells as I wrap my arms around him.

"You never learn, Mer." Derek said as he walked in and shook his head at me. "Mer... You are tiny. You don't even stand a chance."

"I could take him. I could beat his ass." I shout as I wrap my legs around him. Before I know it, he drops to his knees. Like a horse with a horsefly on it's back, he rolls around and tries to rub me off on the floor.

"Help, Derek. Help." I cry out as Mark smashes me.

"Hell no." Derek mutters as he sits down and changes the channel on the t.v. "You are on your own."

"Are you going to stop?" Mark asks with a chuckle.

"No." I say frankly. "I am not, you ass fuck."

"That's it!" Mark spits as he shoves me. Before I can say a word, it's in there. In my mouth. His big sock covered clown foot is in my mouth. I taste things. It's gross and salty. I feel like I am going to puke. I quickly bit down as hard as I can. "Ouch you fucker!" He yells as he pulls his foot away.

I quickly climb to my feet and rush to the bathroom. I cannot get that taste out of my mouth fast enough. I start to feel sick as I rinse my mouth out with Listerine. Anti-septic. I definitely need that. I am sure that Mark's foot is toxic. I turn green as I look in the mirror. Thirty seconds is not enough. I think this warrants thirty minutes of pain and suffering. I need acid. Acid to burn the flesh off so I can start over.