𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
Nineteen year olds should be living their lives like it's their last but not Wuraola.
Wura has never set foot outside her home since she was born and she has no desire to especially if everything...
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I clung to Vince's arm and students walked past us, eyeing us like we were a different specimen.
"You okay, bambino?" Vince's voice caused me to look away from the boy who looked an absolute mess. He kept tripping and he didn't stop to lace his shoes.
Messy.
"No. I want Tino and Gianni" I mumbled truthfully. Tino and Gianni. I liked them a lot. A lot more than I thought possible. It was in the way the were so different. The way they touched me differently and yet, aimed for a common goal.
Was it love?
I wouldn't know. I had never been in love before but it felt like Elysium with the heat of purgatory.
Was it?
"Now, I feel pretty useless" Vince said and my eyes widened as I looked up at him apologetically.
"I didn't me-" he chuckled, cutting me off while I narrowed my eyes at him playfully. I held his hand and swung it back and forth as we walked through the campus. It was so large and there were so many flowers.
I loved flowers!
"Wanna grab something to eat?" He offered and I nodded, still distracted by the bright flowers on the green grass.
"Can we call Gianni later?" I turned to him and he hummed, leading us to somewhere I assumed we'd eat something. I only hoped it wasn't something like what Gianni liked to eat.
Ugh.
Thinking about Gianni, my mind reverted back to last night.
How he held his lip in between his teeth as he looked up at me through hooded eyes like I was the only one who could bring him the relief he needed.
How the veins on his arm pulsated and were even more visible as he gripped my thigh while Tino pounded hungrily into him like he wasn't deep enough inside him.
Or how Tino stared into my eyes, silently swearing to take me just as hard while veins pulsed on his neck and that vein on his forehead. He drove into Gianni so hard, it made my core tingle. The sound of their hips slapping filled the air along with Gianni's groans and occasional moans. I heard him mumble my name.
Tino's animalistic and unhinged grunts.
"Bambino, everything okay?" Vince asked and I realized we were in the restaurant that smelled like fried chicken. A wave of nostalgia hit me and I thought about Christmas and New Years at home.
Did I miss the restriction or did I miss my mom? I knew I'd never give up the freedom I felt now that I'd had a taste of it.
"Can I get a burger?" I smiled up at Vince who patted my head and chuckled.
"Of course, bambino. Anything you want" he smiled at me and I grinned, feeling excited. Even more excited for tonight. I was going on a date! I had read so much about dates and even watched it in a couple of movies.
