just a friend

just a friend

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"It's just him." I said under my breath. I opened the door to my house and saw him standing by the car. I could feel my checks turning a bright red. "Are you ok?" he asked. "It's ok if you don't want to go." He chuckled and looked up at me with his irristible smile. "I can't wait for tonight actually." I walked down the steps and ruffled his brown hair, then got into the sleek looking red mustang
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I was sitting in my car high as shit and I heard a car and saw the headlights beaming on my car. Please don't be him. He came by the door and pulled it open Fuck I left it unlocked . He covered my mouth to drag me and put me in the 2010 Ford Mustang. I froze in shock that it happened all over again . He sped off and I turned to him just watch his face contorted every which way. He grabs the steering wheel tighter with the white of his knuckles showing. He glanced over at me who looked away facing forwards sitting hunched over in my seat. My hands were clammy and sweat began to form on the back of my neck . He shifted his focus back on the road once he hit the freeway he changed lanes by zooming in between . When we arrived at his houseI knew the drill I got out was closing the door behind me. I sat down on the couch, hands in my lap fidgeting. He got a fireball and popped it open. "You said you wanted this," He reminded me. It was true and I hated that my body reacted the way it did . I squeezed my thighs tighter together to relieve the need for any intimate contact. "I know" I sighed, my head hung low defeated. He glanced at my thighs and set his bottle down. He reached over his hand, glided up and done my thigh like butter. My breath became short, he scraped me with his nails and my head rolled back.

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