Well a day from now, the girls will go and I've made it through almost the whole week without a single attempt. Honestly, there's something about the restraint from good pussy that makes a nigga feel paranoid. Anyway, I'm taking the girls out tonight. I'm sure they'll be happy to go to an actual club other than dancing around in the living room to my surround sound. It was kinda fun having them around without sex being involved, but there was just something weird about Krisilyn. From the time we left all the way to now, she hasn't been normal. It's almost like I don't exist to her anymore, like I'm dead and she moved on. It didn't bother me as much before but now, it's starting to drive me crazy.
Shalei and Krisilyn walk through the door. I sit up straight in my chair after playing Don't Tap The White for almost an hour and a half. “Hey, where have y'all been?" I ask “We just went out to Cheesecake Factory for lunch. I hope you don't mind?" Shalei answered. “ Nahh, it's cool. I was just wondering why it was so quiet in here." The same face Krisilyn displayed that Monday morning is still what remained. She walks over to the recliner in front of my chair and sits down. “We're still on for tonight right?" Shalei asks “ If it's alright with you two, then yes." I reply. She walks upstairs to go shower and I'm stuck down here with the devil for probably 2 hours.
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The Spoken
Teen FictionLife in the world of teens is complicated or at least that is what Krisilyn thinks. After being raped by the guy she only just met, she is now mixed up in her desires. She wants to tell but, her mouth just won't let her do it and now it's driving he...
