My Accomplice

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Jenny's POV
I woke up in Tyler's room. I'm dripping with sweat. After S&M I'm usually not this tired, but I have a thing for guys who don't take charge. He is resting so soundly, so I decide not to bother him. Oh f**** it's two in the morning. His mom said she'd be back by 2:30. Usually she is drunk, but I'm still obviously naked. I place some boxer briefs on Tyler and wake him. "Put on this T-Shirt now!" I almost growl. I ran into the main bathroom and gave myself a spit bath. Then, I reapplied make-up. Oh shoot, he left huge marks on my neck and a couple of cuts on my ankles. For now I have to basically pour on foundation to cover them, as well as waste half a stick of concealer. At least I'll have proof for Zoey this time. She is always bragging about her adventures. I can never prove mine, because I've never found anyone strong enough to leave a mark. Now I can.

Tyler pretends to be asleep when I give him a kiss. It's my turn to pretend to be asleep in their pull-out couch. His mom walks in about five minutes after I plop down. Acting as though I have been asleep for hours, I happily take the twenty and ten she holds out for me. As soon as I trap i, Todd grabs her by the waist and drags her to her bedroom. De ja vu!

Tyler's POV
F***! Who knew. Who knew someone as perfect as Jenny would go for a guy like me. Someone that delicate was into erotic asphyxiation and other forms of S&M. She didn't know that I was a virgin. I've done enough reading and I've watched enough adult films to make it seem like I've had years of experience. All I hear is moaning from across the hall and it's distracting my wonderful thoughts. Every night they get louder and louder. Soon my whore of a mother will be preggo. That can't happen.

None of this should be happening. I should be a normal sixteen year old boy, driving a car, having my dad cheer for whatever sports team I'm on. Then, we would go back to our upper middle class suburban house and change for dinner at the BBQ place down the street. Right now I would be asleep with my dog Oliver. My mom had to sell him for extra cash when times were (are) hardest. I try to sleep.

Sweating, I wake up. I need fresh air, so I wheel onto the terrace and call Jenny.

Jenny: Hello.
Me: Hi Jenny this is important.
Jenny: What is it?
Me: I'm craving it.
Jenny: Craving what?
Me: Blood...
Jenny: Blood! Like actual human blood.
Me: God damn it Jenny, of course human blood. I need to see it feel it.
Jenny: Just give yourself a slit on the shoulder.
Me: Not my own blood I see and feel it every day.
Jenny: I can come over. I have a fresh cut on my ankle from last night.
Me: I want something new.
Jenny: Oh I see what you mean.
Me: I'll wait till Todd is gone. Then, I'll call you.
Jenny: Alright, I'll see you then.
Me: I lo- (the phone line goes dead)

"-ve you" I say to myself.