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Sarah

Smut? Chapter

Derrick has been annoying me. You and I may have a different definition of annoying. I thought about him a lot. That was annoying. I cared drastically about how he perceived me. Putting more makeup, I felt like in some way I was changing a bit. But at the same time, I was happier.

Derrick was in my corner. He was a safe support, and that was great and positive. I had Rose and Rachel too. It didn't erase the shit back home, but I stayed at Derrick house, to run away from it all.

Derrick's mom was older but didn't look like Derrick. Derrick never talked about his father. Serenity looked a lot like her own mother. Derrick shared only a couple of features, especially his smile, that honestly could power a power plant.

Anyway, I became a frequent inhabitant of the household for a couple months. Lying to my parents I have been at Rose's. They were upset about it and my dad screamed at me to never come back. Was I kicked out? No, but I was threatened to be kicked out. There were huge differences.

My father could never kicked me out, no matter how much he tried. He was personally afraid of it, and I could see it in his eyes. But someday, he was going to burst. Same with my mother. And maybe I would be a victim of it, but I didn't want to think about it.

Derrick and I were cuddling, watching a movie. I was on his lap, similar to a princess in a way. He was playing with my hair, and my heart was racing. I had butterflies in my stomach, obviously, but I felt at ease. And he needed to know.

"Derrick?" I turn over to him.

"Yeah? Sar?" He asks.

"Can you give me a massage?" I start to blushl, wondering what his touch seemed like.

He smirked. "Woah-Woah Sar," he asks, "Where is this coming from?"

I start to get nervous again like a little girl did. His face gave me a c'mon Sarah, spit it out type of gesture.

"I just really want one." I say.

"Of course," He gets up for a second, "Lotion or no lotion?"

"Lotion," I say shyly.

He smiles. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. He grabs some lotion that he uses.

He claps back. "Yes, I am a guy and I wear lotion. We exist."

I laugh at him and take note of the scent label on the bottle.

"Citrusy," I say.

"Hopefully, you like the smell because it's going to be on your back for the whole day," He says.

And I laugh. "I love Citrus, who doesn't love Citrus."

"Whatever you say, Sarah,"

"Take your shirt off, princess," He says in a husky tone.

I obey him and take my shirt off. I am sitting crisscross applesauce in front of him right now. He is staring heavily, similar to how Beetlejuice would.

He takes notice of my bra, "I like this bra on you. It's cute."

I smile shyly. "Thank you,"

"Now, get on your stomach, so you can enjoy this." He says to me.

I don't say anything and I get on my stomach. My back is bare, except for my bra.

"Two things," He asks, "One, can I sit on your ass to provide leverage for my hands and two, can I call you pet names?"

"Yes to both." I say.

"Okay princess. Elbow me in the dick if I'm doing anything wrong," He laughs but switches his tone, "But seriously tell me if I'm doing something wrong."