THE WORST PART of my situation is not, in fact, being rejected by the girl that I love, but being so whole-heartedly trusted by Aaron. He continues to confide in me and ask for my advice and runs gifts past me before giving, but little does he know that all I want to do is steer him wrong.
"She's allergic to nuts, dipshit." I say as he examines a sea-salt and peanut luxury candy bar. He places it delicately back on the Trader Joe's sale rack.
"I thought it was cashews," he remarks, turning back to a tin of hot cocoa mix. I sigh and wander away down the aisle. He's absolutely daft. As I'm comparing the prices of two different loafs of bread, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I hope that it's Presley.
It's Jared.
> gay bar 2nite?
It reads. I groan outwardly. Jared has no chill. Rather than text him back, I give him a call.
"Okay, first of all, we're underage. Second of all, you're straight as fuck, third, I'm not interested in other girls. No thank you," I murmur into the speaker piece. I ignore a glance from a woman beside me.
"Jesus Christ, Sam. It's not really that hard to get in, and you need to relax a little," he says calmly. I roll my eyes.
"I relaxed last night, and now I'm hungover. I'm done." I close my eyes and cringe at the snappiness of my own words. He was only trying to help.
"Well, fuck you too, then. I won't take that to heart-- I can tell you're just heart-broken and horny," his voice takes on an almost motherly tone. "Just get all hot and I'll get you in and get you laid." I can hear the shit-eating grin behind his words.
"I don't want to get laid, I'm saving myself for marriage." I proclaim prestigiously.
"Sam, honey, you were about to fuck your best friend in the middle of a park. Get off your Jesus-horse." He hangs up. I stare at the phone and sigh. God damnit, Jared.
A lesbian and a straight guy head out to the gay bar, both of them get plastered and neither of them get any pussy. How does that bring us to the moment? How did I end up in the backseat of Jared's car, giving him a blowjob? How did I end up falling asleep in his arms, the light from the parking garage barely dimming the mood? I sit up, and Jared follows suit. There is jizz in my hair. Actual jizz. A lesbians nightmare. Jared blushes and immediately untangles himself from me.
"What the fuck?" I say out loud, buttoning my shirt.
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I'll Follow (Lesbian) (GirlxGirl)
Romance"She wraps her soft, warm hands around my chin and pulls me into her. Tilting my head back, she gently places her lips against mine and kisses me with such a surreal softness that I barely have a moment to think before she does it again and again an...
