In the past, I used to think that free pussy thrown at you from all angles was the shit. What teen boy wouldn’t? Most of the girls I screwed around with didn’t have to hide that shit, not even from their parents. But now, I think I like this new stealth shit much better. It seems to make it worth more, at least in my head it does.
Lora
I was on pins and needles for the next few hours while I waited. Tyler didn’t call me back, and I felt cheesy, even thinking about calling him only then realizing the shift in our relationship. Before we slept together, something I’d pushed for and won, we’d be in and out of each other’s room without hesitation. Now it feels like mom and Eric would know something was going on between us if I even stepped foot through his door. Weird!
In between staring at my ring, which I’ve secretly been calling an engagement ring since, surprise, it only fits my ring finger, and waiting for him to come to me, my mind has been going back and forth between Sherry and that Kevin guy. Should I have said something about what he tried to do to me?
The truth is, I have no proof other than his reaction of guilt since I didn’t even taste the thing before Tyler took it out of my hand. The more I thought about it, the more irresponsible I felt, not to mention selfish. If I’d said or done something maybe, I would be preventing the same from happening to someone else down the line.
It’s not too late, maybe to get the cops involved, but there are other things that can be done surely. What those things are, I’ll have to find out since I don’t have a clue. Tyler had said he was going to take care of it, and I can only imagine what he means by that. No doubt he doesn’t think he’d bashed Kevin’s face in enough at the party since he had to leave to come after me. But that’s only a temporary solution.
Once I made up my mind to do some research on the matter online the next day, my mind quickly shifted to Sherry and the problem she poses. It doesn’t take a genius to see where her mind is at, and the fact that Tyler’s not interested won’t stop someone like her. I’ve long thought that she reminded me of someone and that that is my reason for hating her on sight, apart from the fact that she wants my Ty.
In the last hour or so, I’ve come to put it together and realize that it’s the woman my dad is married to. She’s the same lying manipulative bitch who’d smile in your face while she pushes the knife in deeper. Just thinking about the similarities between the two of them made my stomach churn and my heart ache.
Then my mind settled on a troubling thought. What if Eric approves of a match between those two? I sat bolt upright in bed, feeling sick to my stomach and tearing a hole in my lip with my teeth. That’s how Tyler found me when he walked through my door sometime later.
I must’ve been wearing my thoughts on my face because he took one look at me in the dark since he’d turned out the lights and became concerned. “What’s wrong?” The warmth of his palm as he cupped my cheek made me burst into tears for some odd reason, and I threw my arms around his middle and buried my face there.
TYLER
What the hell? I threw the condoms on the bed and pulled her into my arms. The hard-on I’d been sporting on my way here died a slow death as fear took over the place of lust. “What happened, baby? Why are you like this?” My mind traveled in all directions trying to come up with a plausible explanation, but nothing came.
Wait, had our parents found out about us? Had her mom said something to her? I had a time of it trying to get her to stop crying long enough to tell me what was bothering her as well as keeping the volume down because there was no way to explain what I was doing in her bed in just my drawstring pajama bottoms and a full box of condoms on the bed.
Her tears turned to sniffles as I rubbed her back soothingly and laid back across the pillows with her in my arms. “You ready to tell me now?” I’d already come to the conclusion that this wasn’t about our parents on my own. Had such a thing happened, dad would’ve hunted me down already.
She wiped her nose in my chest, which made me flinch and grin at the same time. “That’s just gross, babe.” Somehow I didn’t mind, as much as I should, though, it was cute in its own way. So was the way she clutched at me with her arms holding on tight as if she were afraid that I’d let go. I held her even tighter and rested my chin on the top of her head, marveling at my control.