Alright so, here comes the semi-best-part in the BOOK. Now listen here close, or read actually, there is some adult stuff going on in this alright? (You know what it means don't be inocent~) So just literally skip the chapter. Nothing much happens beside that and little information tossed around here and there. I'll try to tell you what happens in the next chapter if you choose not to read. Which is read because I usually read these type of stories looking forward to one thing and one thing only. Smexy parts. NOW. So it begins. The first few paragraphs PG-13 at MOST. The next however... Just keep an eye out.
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Chapter 8 –
A couple of hours past, and Alyssa became completely wasted. I hoisted her to what she told me was her place, and tried my best to open to the doorknob. But to no success, I asked her where her keys were. She asked me the same question and I gave a sigh for the reply. She continued to slur on about how I should just give up my girlfriend for Taylor. I ignored her words and urged her to keep her mouth shut since she was starting to drool on my shirt. By the time I thought of where to take her, my shirt was already soaked in her saliva.
“You and Taylor are friends right? I’ll just take you to her place,” I muttered, feeling my now wet shirt cling to my skin.
“Oh, friends, that’s all we’ll ever be! She’ll never want me!” she whined thrashing around and about. “But I love her so much... Y-you k-know what I’d do for her? I went to g-go talk to this annoying d-dork for her. She’d never do that for me! I am an amazing p-person. Ain’t that right, pre-pretty boy?”
“I’m the dork,” I griped.
“Oh yeah,” she sighed. “But you know how much I love her rrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhttttt Johnny boy?”
“I just met you two about a day ago.”
“You were t-trying to make a point somewhere in that sentence. I do not f-follow.”
I gently knocked on Taylor’s door waiting for her to come out, while I was doing so, Alyssa climbed up to my face and gave me a long kiss on my lips. Once she pulled hers away, her only reaction was to lick her lips following with a disappointed shake of the head. “Horrible, horrible k-kisser, just horrifying; you don’t know how to kiss. Why don’t you know how to kiss John Dorkass?”
Before I could say anything, Taylor opened the door, surprised to see Alyssa wrapping herself all over me. Taylor immediately heaved Alyssa off of me and slings her arm over her own shoulder. Taylor thanked me for carrying Alyssa to her house.
“You seem to be the only one I could have assumed that might have recognized Alyssa in such drunken disarray,” I answered giving a small smile. “I hope you take good care of her. I mean, I couldn’t.”
I decided not to bring up the matter that I knew why Alyssa was in my house. (To avoid an awkward moment I could have had with Taylor). I waved goodbye before walking off. However Taylor called me back. When I looked back she pointed to my big pool of drool on my shirt. She offered me a shirt if I would wait patiently in her home. I didn’t know why but the whole situation sounded suspicious, so I just politely turned down the offer. Then I falsely made up an excuse about how I needed to be home at that very moment.
She believed me and let me go with best wishes.
I walked home and observed how ample time had already passed. Still, I didn’t put too much concentration on that for too long. I was too busy directing my full attention on the dribble drenched into my shirt. I thought about just letting it dry, but the thought of Alyssa’s DNA slobbered all over my shirt. So I took the shirt off knowing I couldn’t bear the thought-
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Homo In Denial (boyxboy)
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