"They could go to their own houses!" "Not tonight, we were having a sleepover. We all ran away from MY house, not theirs. Their parents don't know about this,” Bobbie explains, like that makes it better somehow. I cover my face and breathe in and out. As if I need this right now when I feel so
"Cool," she says with an easy smile and just turns aroud to return to her friends like nothing happened. Like she's not disturbing my peace and forcing me to do something I don't want But… well, I do really need to hear her voice, though. Just a little, that’ll give me what I need. And this is abo
"Did you call your parents?" I ask the girls as soon as I walk out of my room. They’re invading my couch, but the two that aren't mine nod, "Are you sure? If I call them right now, they'll know you're with me, not with Bobbie's mom?" "Yes. They both called their parents. They'll come pick them up
"Dad?" Bobbie’s voice makes me snap out of it, "That was really funny and you didn't laugh." "Oh, I didn't catch it," I murmur, taking a deep breath, "I'm really tired, how long until this ends?" "Uhm, seventy five minutes," one of the girls responds. I just close my eyes in annoyance, "What's w
Ever since Bobbie turned around eight or so, Sky has been on my ass about not being Bobbie's friend. She thinks I act too much like a friend/older brother figure and not enough like her father. But Sky doesn't get that I really like it that way. Because my dad was anything but a friend to me and I w
{ Sky } Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat. But avoid breathing too hard because that makes everything worse. I'm at my wits’ end, lying on the living room bed with all the lights off and no noise whatsoever and my head is still pounding. Not to mention, I feel nauseous as a motherfucker. I can
"No," I state and I try to walk to the front door but Rocky stands in front of me, blocking me, "I swear to god, Rocco..." "Swear to any god, I don’t give a shit about them,” he says, still fucking blocking me as I try to go. I growl, "You need to chill out, why are YOU this mad at Farrow?" "Why
******* Author’s note: I made a mistake and skipped a chapter, the previous one. It’s going to be fixed as soon as possible, so pleease let’s pretend that didn’t happen :( go back to the the last chapter and it should be the correct one soon, no extra charge or anything. I’m sooo sorry. By the
I go for the prize and press my thumb right where I think I should, the little bud on top. Bobbie's hips shoot up when I do that and she gasps, so I think I'm on the right track. I do it again. "Good?" I ask, licking my lips. I can’t believe I’m doing this and it’s kind of working. I knew I’d like
Henry makes a whimper and then I feel him completely flushed to my body. He's all in. "Oh god," he whimpers, "You okay?" I truly don't know. I just shrug, but I think he's really lost in how good this feels for him because he moves, pulling out just to slide in again. Then he does it again. H
"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