I looked down at my outfit once again doing some last minute primping. I was wearing a plain white crop top, black jeans and my Jordan grapes. It was a typical look for me, just something I through on. I finally got the courage I needed to press the door bell. Mrs.Della opened the door for me as I greeted her.
Hi Mrs.Della, how are you? Is James home?
Yessssss. She looked as if something had just ran up her nose. He's up in his room dear. I am heading out to the supermarket so I will not be able to supervise you two. She never let's us hang out alone. What does she think I'm going to do to her precious little boy? Nosy old goat.
Well that's okay Mrs.D. I just have a quick question about the history homework that's due on Monday.
Its Mrs.Della, dear and yes I suppose you may go and see him. Lock the door on your way out.
On my way up the stairs I stopped to admire some of the family photos. Jake had been all over the world and some times even without parental vision. That was pretty cool but kind of made me think that he was a little spoiled. That's just the jealousy talking. I've never been outside this shit town. I started here some strange sounds coming from James bedroom. I opened the door and my eyes, oh my young virgin eyes, saw James and Kayla making the metaphorical 'beast with two backs'. They were really going HAM. James had her laying side ways with her leg over his neck while he pounded in to her. When I finally realized what was happening, I heard a scream-sob that I didn't recognize as my own. They looked up at me and froze.
Jordan?
J-j-james? What the fuck are you doing? I was sobbing at this point. Why?
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RomanceSad did nothing to capture the way I felt right now. I was so many feelings. I was angry, angry at myself for not seeing this coming and angry at him for letting this happen. I was disgusted at the both of us because I understood. I understood why h...
