The Flyer

CHAPTER 31: Rough Apple

Omg all the reads I've gotten recently! Y'all got me fucked up! Thank y'all so much!

Happy holidays, too (:

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CHAPTER 31: Rough Apple

Kyle's POV

David randomly decided to visit me that week and yeah, it tripped me out a little, but I actually thought talking to him about what was going on was helpful. Like I was getting things off of my chest or something... I don't know...

"Why do you think there's been a sudden switch in the direction of your dreams?"

I looked at David and thought for a moment before speaking. "I mean, I wouldn't say the direction has changed per se since they're still pretty sexual..."

"Yes, but they're no longer memories," he said while scribbling down on his damn notepad, "They've turned into fantasies- for lack of a better word."

"I've just gotten more frustrated sexually ever since Wendy started responding to me and with Helen dropping by... I think Christian was right..."

He looked up. "Who's Helen?"

"She used to be one of my regulars back when I worked with Christian."

"She dropped by recently?"

I nodded and for some reason began to space out on my shoes.

"And?", he said causing me to look up, "What happened?"

"Well, it was kinda awkward," I began,  "'Cause I was kinda in the middle of something with Wendy when she  showed up..."

David motioned for me to continue so I did. I told him how Helen gave me a blowjob. I even told him how Wendy saw and when Helen and I were done, she wasn't there anymore.

Then he got all psychological. "And how did that make you feel?"

"I don't know... It depends to what part you're referring to. "

"That's up to you to tell me."

"Well, I didn't really care that Wendy saw because it- it's not like... Well, working with Christian it... I'm used to a lot of things so an audience isn't really that...," David nodded and I cleared my throat as to continue, "And when she wasn't there, I was kind of glad for the most part because that meant I wouldn't have to deal with her."

"There's something you're not telling me, Kyle."

He was definitely on to something, but I was not feeling like myself. What I had felt wasn't me and it worried me. "I was disappointed."

"Disappointed." He repeated.

I looked down at my shoes again. "I don't know... I just like having her around, I guess."

David scribbled that down as part of his notes.

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We hadn't hung out in a while, but one day, Wendy showed up at my place all by her lonesome. Again, she wanted to talk.

But I didn't feel like talking. So I just cut her off and began to kiss her. However, she pulled away from me and that really ticked me off.

I don't know what was up with my nerves that day, but I basically told her to fuck off so she left and I was left by myself.

I was angry overall and I needed to blow off steam. So I grabbed my phone and clicked on some random person's number.

The line rang.

They answered. "Oh my God! Kyle!!"

The squealing was obnoxious and it honestly made me want to fucken kill myself, but I carried on with my intended intentions.