Me and Rocky are both hanging out in his bed watching TV and eating junk food while everyone else is working or in school. And right now, with both mom and dad looking at us with those eyes, I feel like I'm ten years old all over again and I almost want to hide my chips, except I remember this is my
Yeah, me neither. And as we sit on the swing—that Farrow built—and wait for my dad and brother to come back, I can't stop the memories that flood my brain. Back when I was fifteen and my period stopped for a month. Nicola's older sister bought four different pregnancy tests for us and when all
Around an hour later, Rocky and my dad finally come back. I get up immediately. "What happened?" I ask, studying them from head to toe. They both look normal... except Rocky. His knuckles are bloody, "What the hell did you do?" "We tried to have a talk with Farrow, but he wasn’t open to hearing
I’ll say yes to whatever she wants from me. “Meet me in your room in ten minutes,” I say and get up from the guys’ bed to get ready. But once I’m upstairs, I freeze for a second as I realize everything I need for the girly sleepover is in my room. The last time I was there, I saw my husband fu
"What?" I squeak, Bobbie nods, "Bob, you're crazy." "Am not. You're not that old, you should have some fun," she says, offending me just a little with that 'not that old' comment, "Please? Dad can go suck a dick, I want you to have a new boyfriend." "Stop swearing so much," I scold her, knowing
"Of course I do, it lights up my dark room. I love the way it catches my attention as soon I walk in," he says and he adjusts his body to be closer to me. I force myself to stay there. This is what I wanted, after all. A man's attention, especially a hot man. "I have some old paintings… I want to
"Stop it, Bobbie," I complain, my smile diminishing, because even though I hate Farrow now, I don't like it when she says those things. He's still her dad and once he pulls his head out of that woman's asshole, he'll come back to apologize to both of us for acting like a fucking prick, I'm sure of i
I swear I try my best to hold it in. To be a mature woman and be the bigger person here, but I can’t. "God… what a fucking bitch! Bitch, bitch, bitch!” I finally blurt out while we’re waiting for Cameron’s car to arrive. He starts laughing, "There was no need for her to be such a bitch, right?"
"Holy fuck," Henry lets out, his voice going even deeper. I'm pulsating so much now, with his finger sliding over my pussy, then he retracts his fingers and lifts his hand in between us, "Holy fuck, Bobbie." So, the answer was yes. I'm wet. Very wet, according to his fingers. There's even some...
Into me. I move away to take his pants all the way off, then I sit on his thick thighs again and take off my dress. Now I'm in my underwear, sitting on my best friend. "What do you think?" I ask. He's just observing me in silence, his eyes focusing on my breasts, "I just said a lot about your bod
"Maybe awkward for a while, but we can just... promise we'll stop after this one time," he murmurs, "I promise I won't let a little bit of awkwardness ruin what we have." "Okay," I murmur, knowing I shouldn't just do this because a guy is asking. I wasn't planning on losing my virginity tonight, I
If I were drinking something right now, I would've sprayed it all over him in shock. But I just blink at him. "Think about it," he starts and sits up to look at me with that annoying fucking face and a hand up. Jeez, he's so annoying and always forcing me to think about shit I don't want to think a
And sometimes, I... I remember the way he kissed me that day. In my grandparents' basement. It was short but really good and after that, I've kissed two other boys. It didn't feel as good. "Ah! Holy fuck!" Henry exclaims when he opens his bedroom door and we see his friend Sam in Henry’s bed. The g
******* THREE YEARS AGO ******* { Bobbie, 16 years old } If my parents knew what I'm doing right now, they would make a huge deal out of it, just like the last time I did something like this. Sneaking out or lying about my whereabouts. My dad would go all crazy, yelling at me like a feral bea
I laugh, that sounds more like him. So different to me, even to this day. “Because who needs love, right?” I smirk at him. Henry shrugs. “What even is love and why do people think a spouse the only source of it?” He asks. Of course, always with his mental gymnastics, “You give me love. My parent
"I'm going to cook something, come help me," Henry says as he comes back, making me look up from my phone. I nod and get up to follow him to the kitchen, "I'm feeling pasta, you want some?” "Yes, something cheesy," I say, opening the fridge to start taking stuff out. Henry is the chef in this hous
"Alright, alright, sorry," Garrett lifts his hands in rendition, "I just was certain you guys were a thing because of something Harrison said... Anyway, I guess we can sleep together, bro, like when we were kids. Does Bobbie know that? We shared a room our whole lives and then we shared a bed for a