Less than Lovers, More than Friends

DS and DT

Here's the thing... Derek, he's freaking hot. I mean unbelievably freaking hot. And me... I'm okay. Kind of okay. When I go places with Derek, girls notice him. I guess they have a right to look. Hell, I look. Not only am I looking at the guy's face, but I am looking at his package too. I like to imagine what is under those jeans and just how fun it is to play with. So back to Derek... These whores look. And they have a right to. But that doesn't mean I don't want to smash their faces into the grocery store shelves.

"Let's just get the milk, and get the hell out of here." I tell him frankly as I rush in. I hate going to the store. I hate the pushy people and the waiting in the lanes. To me, it is a necessary evil, and one that I do not want to have a part in anymore. Alas, I will be doing it for a lifetime. That is unless I marry a rich man and we send someone out to get our groceries. And if that is the case, I want a chef too. And help with housework. Shit... A stable hand too. Eh, I am so not getting that.

"I think we already got the milk." Derek tells me with a smirk. He is such a porny man. I think all he thinks about is sex. It seems we have that in common. At the moment, I am thinking about that cock. Damn. I really am a filthy whore.

"Such a dirty little man." I laugh as I walk towards the back. He may have a point. We did get the milk. Getting milk is a blast.

"I think we know I am not a little man. Not by any means." He says frankly. I know he is proud of that huge cock. Hell, I would be proud of it. I would probably be in jail for whipping it out and showing people. It's probably good that I was born a female and stuck with these tiny insignificant breasts. I would be in jail and named a sexual predator, most likely. Not to mention, I would play with myself.

"You have a point." I agree with a smile as I grab the half gallon of milk. Yes, they only need a half gallon. To me, that was insane. Shit, I should buy a pint just to be an ass.

"I think I do." He tells me as he follows. His long stride matches mine as we walk through. I swear, I am already wanting him again. I have problems. Huge problems. I want that cock. Again. It's been less than ten minutes. Again, I want it. "Shit!"

"What?" I ask as I stop and look at him. He is standing there looking around. "What?"

"I need to get something. I said I forgot shit." He says frankly. "Toothpaste. Toothpaste is always good." He says with a smile as she he rushes down that aisle. He is such an idiot. We have so much toothpaste. Oh well, he does need to get something. "Okay... We can go." Derek says with a smile as he walks towards the checkout. We stand in the line. I know we look awkward. We aren't friends. We are not lovers. I'm not sure what we are.

"You are stupid." I mutter as I stand there looking up at the ultimate hotness before me. Derek shakes his head. I can tell he doesn't even want to bother responding. Just as I look at him, I look behind him. Whores. Yep. There are whores behind us and they are looking. Jealous bitches are what they are. Yep, I am fucking this. He is good. You have no idea. Shit... He is a manwhore. You may have an idea. No. He isn't a manwhore in this area. We are safe. Yep, you bitches. He's my fuck.

"What are you-" He starts a he looks up. He must she the scowl. I am so beating their asses with my evil glare. "Ah..." He mutters under his breath. I expect him to eat this up like candy. I expect him to whore himself out. Maybe they will call the number in his back. Or not. I can't believe it. He is looking away from the whores. He is looking away. "That is..." He starts as he leans in. I look up at him in shock. Oh god... He is doing it. Oh my god. He throws his arm around me. Oh no... Pulling me close. I give him a glare, which is ignored. He quickly leans in and kisses me, full on the lips.

"Hey." I say quickly as I pull away. I made the rules clear. I said no kissing. Not even jealously kissing. I glare at him as he remains there with his arm wrapped around me. I quickly snake my hand down and hover above his manhood, grabbing gently. "I told you no kissing." I say under my breath as I squeeze. Derek looks at me and drops his arm down. I think he is afraid. He should be. I do not like it. Period.