ᴢɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs | ᴄʜʀɪs sᴄʜɪsᴛᴀᴅ [sᴋᴀᴍ]

６. Ｃｈｒｉｓ

The blinding sun that came out for the first time this month allowed me to put sunglasses on, which together with my favorite leather jacket helped me to keep up my bad boy image, but it didn't need maintenance at all.

That day sunglasses became a necessity, because resting five feet away and chattering with William's darling, Thea wouldn't catch my eyes so I could check her out sneakily.

It was the third week of January and the second week of school after the winter break. My folks did not bother to show up for the holiday, which is why our joint Christmas dinner with the Larsens took place in early January. Then they left for another tour with a new team and left me home alone again.

I'm not used to my parents' attention. I was even glad I had regained my freedom. However, it was easy for me to play a good son: my smile always made my stepmother turn a blind eye to my mistakes. She genuinely believed that the weed she found could not belong to me, and all the underwear she dug out of my closet was Larsen's. At her persistence, I took everything to my favorite neighbor. She wasn't at home; perhaps, it was for the better: more than half of all these panties did not belong to her.

I preferred living without parents, because the less they controlled me, the more space for the flight of my imagination I had. This time it advised me to have a crazy party in my apartment.

Which ended terrible.

My jaw throbbed because a broad smile never left my face. I mixed a record amount of booze in my stomach, got laid in a semi-conscious state with some first-year who didn't even have time to finish before I pulled out a semi-hard after an orgasm dick. I also sobered up an hour after I saw Larsen in the arms of Nilsen, so I definitely needed refueling.

For such cases, I always had that "mom-I-must-return-it-to-my-friend" weed in store, which I rolled into a joint and set on fire.

And then, in two minutes, everything's gone fuck up, and I could not handle it in my relaxed state.

I would've written off a kiss with Larsen as a side effect of mixing an immense amount of booze and light drugs in my body, but the warmth of her skin under my fingers was too real to be hallucinations.

I did not know what to do next, how to look into her eyes. I knew only that I had to do this because for the first time in a long while her love life was great. Not sure that the relationship in which a girl puts her hands into her underwear at night thinking of someone other than her boyfriend, can be called "great", but at least Nilsen made her happy, unlike me.

Henrik was not a boy scout: he loved women bodies, drugs, and fights like all of us do, but he had a serious relationship twice and no history of cheating, plus he showed an interest in Larsen for a long time.

All these noble thoughts came to me only in the morning. At night, I wanted to pull Thea out of Nilsen's hands and fuck her so hard she would gag on sobs and moans. Because Thea was only mine. Knowing that she did not spread her legs for Henrik meant a lot to me.

"So weird to see you alone," Iben sat down next to me, however, not too close. I turned my head and nodded in greeting. "Normally, you're circled by your comrades or an infinite chain of whores."

The last thing I craved was talking with her, but Iben was not familiar with the concepts of sensitivity and empathy, so she didn't even think about leaving me alone.

To be honest, I'd like her to leave Oslo: I would not catch those disappointed looks in school hallways anymore.

"Don't say that about my pussies, Iben. Don't forget, not so long ago you were one of them." I winked at the girl before recalling that I was wearing sunglasses so my audacity went unnoticed.