{ Farrow } Maybe she really wanted to come inside the shower with me but couldn't let herself do what she actually wanted, so she tried to find an excuse to look at me naked. Like a little pervert. I chuckle at the thought and I let my hands wander around my own body. My lonely body. I haven't
"Sure. Same," I murmur when Sky pinches my leg, but I catch the boy's blue eyes in the review mirror, "You hungry, kid?" "Uhm, yeah, I could eat," he murmurs, not even able to meet my eyes. "You're going to fucking crash," Sky whispers, pinching me again. God, she's doing some real damage. I tur
Sky pulls my arm until she reaches my ear. "You need to stop acting like her older brother," Sky whispers, but she could've said anything. I don't even pay attention because my eyes roll back. I felt her lips on my ear, "She'll never respect you if you don't put your foot down." "Sorry," I murmu
"So, what's the deal? My daughter is mad at me, so she won't tell me," I say, giving my card to the lady, then I look back at him. "The deal of what? The fight we had?" He asks, nervously. "Sure, how was the fight?" I ask, looking at his fading black eye and lightly split lip, "You hit my daugh
“Wait… do we know who the father is?” My aunt Sandy asks. My mom turns to chew her up, but then closes her mouth and looks back at me with the same question on her eyes. “Yes! It’s Farrow!” I respond. I get no reactions, everyone just stays frozen, “He’s living with me again, by the way.” “Oh, d
The drive back to my mom's house feels like shit because even though I'm a grown ass woman, here she is again scolding me for yet another unplanned pregnancy. "You're just so dumb," she repeats, shaking her head at me as she drives, "And what are you going to do about Farrow?" “I have no idea w
“You’re not going to say it back?” Farrow asks because I’ve been silent for over five seconds, not knowing what the hell to say, “I know you love me, Sky, so just say it. It doesn’t have to mean anything, just say the words.” “Or what?” I mumble. “Or I’ll never tell you the gross word Bobbie ca
"Sky," I groan, my head still buried in her sheets. Like this, I can almost imagine she's right here. I can imagine we're in our bedroom like every night and she's doing her weird hair and face concoctions in her vanity and I'm waiting impatiently for her to just fucking come to bed so I can get t
"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