Dude, I Kissed Your Mom! (DISCONTINUED)

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There was a storm outside. Raining cats and dogs, with the occasional clapping of thunder and blinding lightning. Which is a strange way of expressing a heavy downpour. The first time I heard the phrase raining cats and dogs, I  literally ran to the window and gazed outside with curious child-like wonder , hoping to see a laperdoodle and a tuxedo cat falling from the sky , but was met with a crushingly disappointing sight of torrential downpour.

This sorta weather is tailor made for snuggling inside a warm comforter drinking hot cocoa while binge watching American Horror Stories . But instead I'm stuck in school, typing ferrociously at Amanda's laptop, my fingers begging for a break ,afraid they'd fall off my knuckles.

I'm finishing the nineth slide, that would be an awesome achievement but I'm not even halfway through the notes on the given notepad. In fact, I haven't made a dent but my need to inpress Amanda was strong as I wiped the sweat that glittered my upper brow and got down to business.

It's quiet. Really quiet, except for the steady sound of her breathing , the ticking of the second hand clock and the occasional flipping of a page as she marked the books. Looking over the laptop, I notice she's almost done with marking, just a few more books to go. That's actually impressive of her . She really was a hardworking person. Glancing back down to my power points, a sense of dread showers me , the urge to give up increasing with each passing heartbeat. I notice that my detention time was up . But the rain is what kept me here. That and the exercise given to me by Amanda.

" Do you watch porn on your laptop?" I decided to break the ice with a little awkward banter, sneaking a cheeky glance at Amanda, only to be met with a look of disdain.

" Why would I watch porn?" She scoffed at the question. " Do I look like one of your hormonal, testosterone filled rotten friends?"

" There's nothing wrong with watching porn, Amanda," I teased, my fingers working on the silvery keyboard as I typed away.

" That's what they all say but did you know that excessive pornography could lead to addiction?"  I knew that. I'd read it somewhere but ignored that little detail that day seeing as the erection I spotted at the time was too stubborn to ignore. So I jerked off to some nice lesbian porn.

" And have you ever heard of erectile dysfunction disorder?" She had long since stopped marking, leaned casually on the backrest of her seat. The corner of her lips had creased into a knowing smile , watching me ponder on her question.

" No, tell me," I smirked back, mirroring her posture, abandoning the task at hand.

" Don't you ever pay attention to your biology class?"

" Biology is boring,"

" Heard that before," An eye roll. " If you keep excessively 'spanking the monkey' , pretty soon you'll have trouble getting  an erection." Something about her talking about erections and masturbation brought an unwanted amount of blood rushing between my legs. Funny enough, the supposed erectile dysfunction disease didn't seem like a threat and I knew I'd be 'spanking the monkey' as soon as my feet step into my poorly unkempt room.

" You learn something new everyday I suppose," I sent her a wink and she rolled her eyes yet again.

" Are you done with the exercise I gave you?" She briefly shifted the topic to something a little less uncomfortable.

My eyes fell down to the monitor then shifted over to the yellow notepad that sat beside me, opened to display thousands of notes. " Kinda?" Was all I could sermon to say .

" So no?"

" It's a lot of notes, it's gonna take me two days to complete it,"

" It'll take me one ," she bragged and I blinked in amazement at that.