Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
You got me tossin' and turnin' can't sleep at night.
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Theron
Wow. Just wow.
I don't know what else to say.
Last night was everything I didn't expect. Everything I thought I didn't need and now that it's staring me right in the face I want to run in the other direction.
You know that saying it's better to love and lose than to not love at all? Or I think that's how it goes.
Yea-it makes no sense. I'd rather not know what I'd be missing. I'd rather not spend the entire two periods of English and most of my lunch hour analyzing what I'm feeling, if I'm ok to feel this way. If he'd want me to feel this way? Do I even have the right to think of him like that? Like a little pervert fantasizing about that kiss which I'm not entirely sure took place.
Look, Bobby Ray Jones is not gay. I was just emotional last night and he was just being a decent human being for once and let me use him for comfort. He is straighter than a damned erection.
Ooh erection...
Stop it you fool. Ain't nothing worse than pining for a straight guy. Just look at him, he's got his hand on Jennifer's ass and she's almost dry humping his leg in front of the entire student body. Talk about a bitch in heat.
I felt a stab of jealousy thinking about him and her together doing that. Maybe he should become celibate. But then again men like him need that release, they're always wound so tight. Those athletic boys with the bodies of body builders. But it still stings thinking of him being with somebody else like that.
Well it's not like you're offering your ass up like a buffet for him so he's gotta take it where he gets it huh?
Fuck. It's so true. I wouldn't even know where to start with a man like Bobby Ray. I had a boyfriend when I was fifteen before my family died. He was showing me stuff. Doing stuff to me. And I liked them but Lincoln wasn't like Bobby Ray... Lincoln is a Toyota minivan and Bobby Ray is a Ferrari. A Ferrari I'd love to take for a spin a few times around the block.
Oh. My. God. You are a slut.
I haven't even had the inkling for sex or any type of sexual stimulation in quite some time. But Bobby Ray is turning me into some kind of animal. All I need to do is to think of the way his morning wood pressed against me and boom! Instant erection. That boy is hung, I can tell you that for sure.
