I showed her into my room and did my best to maintain a steady gait while she perused the many items I had arranged there. She started by running her fingers over the edges of the CDs, then delicately removed one of them, and then returned it to its original position while I let out a breath of relief.She gave me a crooked smile and reassured me, "I won't mess anything up," as she spoke.I made an effort to laugh."Sorry," I said. "I just…There has never been anyone else in this room before.""No one?""Not outside of my family, no."She looked at me in a peculiar manner before returning her attention to her surveillance.She remarked, "You have a lot of trophies," which was a compliment. My name was traced with the tip of her finger on an MVP award I received during my freshman year. She continued to stare in all directions for a further minute before finally sitting down on the ledge of my couch. "Okay, but where exactly is the computer?"I reached into the closet and took the lapt
"Hey," Sharon called out to us. She tried to calm herself by pulling her lower lip into her mouth and looking nervously around the room. "I knocked, but you didn't answer when I called your name. I, um…Since I still had your keys and everything else, I decided to come check on you and make sure you were okay. "I'm fine," I said while lying.She cocked her brow in question.She said, "Well, I'm not," to the question.Fuck.What had transpired a few hours earlier was of much less consequence to me at this point because she was back with me, and the image of her resting her head on my chest was the thing that kept running through my mind. This is where she was. She made her way back. She continued to visit despite the fact that I had been a jerk and warned her not to come again."I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to freak out on you," the speaker said.Sharon's lips curved into a wry smile, but her eyes retained their sad expression throughout the exchange."I'm sorry, too
Even for Ron Jones, there was nothing really fascinating that transpired. Simply the fact that he was a member of the council and had two daughters, both of whom were adults. I did not know my way around town other than how to get to the shopping mall, but at least I was able to obtain an address. As I previously stated, the citizens of the town did not have a favorable opinion of the Phanuel's, which is why I avoided the town as much as possible. My father was of the opinion that I should not become involved in political matters and should instead let him handle all interactions with political figures. However, it was the extent of his involvement with me in soccer-related activities. There were occasions when he would bring me along to rub the soccer stuff in their faces. When I had gone out with him a few times, it was abundantly clear that we were not welcome at the social events we had attended.Obviously, it could have been because I had raped one of the alderman's daughters in
I wasn't an idiot at all. I'd watched shows that aired after school. I understood that a lot of sh*t about my life was messed up: my mother had passed away, my father had to cope with the challenges of being a single parent, and I had no real knowledge about what a connection between a man and a woman was meant to be beyond putting tab A into slot B. However, I did know that a lot of sh*t about my life was messed up. When everything was said and done, I was aware that my father should not have punched me in the face.And I was aware that he was aware of it as well.When I was fifteen years old and desired to attend an all-night party at the beach, the only other time I had ever used his remorse as a weapon against him was. He refused to let me go because I had a workout scheduled for the next day, so I moped around until he eventually lost it. Then I proceeded to tell him that I was meant to go the weekend before, but I had been unable to do so.I couldn't go out in public because I h
"I know," Sharon murmured, "but she still believes she loves him." I have no doubt that she adores the child, but given that Murphy and I are the only two individuals who are aware of his existence, their options for assistance are somewhat limited. When she needs to work, I take care of the children since Ron has so many obligations with the council that he can't miss. It's not like he could bring Timmy with him to a conference or anything like that.I was curious, so I asked, "So why the disappearing act?""Sophie works at the diner," she informed me. "Occasionally, when the loggers come through or a bus stops or something of the sort, they get slammed, and they call her in. She is unable to let them know that she won't be able to make it because of the baby because then everyone would know. "So Ruth has come to the rescue.""Or something along those lines." Sharon smiled in her dry way at me.My worries began to go away as I leaned back on the couch. I was relieved it wasn't what
I responded with "Yeah," after which I cleared my throat so that I could repeat it once more, this time more clearly. "Yeah, I'd like that."“Cool.”I had to tilt my head to the side to gain a better angle before I could look down at her. In the gentle early morning light that was cast by the sun as it rose over the trees, her cheeks had a faint pinkish hue to them. As I did so, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I stroked my finger over one of her cheeks. I sighed out the last one after taking a few long, deep breaths to help me regain some control over the various portions of my body that were acting on their own volition. "I suppose it's my responsibility to ensure that you make it to class on time," I said.Sharon concurred and stated that "it would probably be a good idea."I reached down and picked up the ball, then tucked it into the crook of my arm. I extended my hand and grasped Sharon's hand in mine before leading her and the other person into the structure with our arm
I wasn't sure whether it actually improved who I was as a person, and I'm pretty sure it didn't, but if I was talking to a female, I made sure to be very honest about my goals. I never said anything to the effect of "I'll be your boyfriend" or "Gimme a little, and I'll take you to the dance" or anything else along those lines. I explained my objectives to them, and they either had an interest in pursuing them or they did not. The majority of them were only using me to claim that they had already fucked me in any case, and that I was only using them to get off. I wasn't exactly the model of chastity when it came to the ladies, but at least I was honest with them. Sharon's ex-boyfriend had cheated on her, lied to her, and used her in a very different way than she had been used to in the past.And it was obvious.I'd been with timid girls and reluctant girls, particularly virgins who weren't sure what to anticipate, but Sharon was the only one who acted the way she did. Sometimes she wou
I rolled onto my back and breathed deeply for a few minutes while I was there. Although I could feel my cock deflating, it was also the one spot that was able to reassure me that I still had a pulse. The remainder of me had the sensation of being submerged in a vast ocean of Sharon's hair.She had a pleasant aroma even now.When I attempted to get up and fetch us a towel, Sharon pushed me back against the bed and proceeded to do it herself. I could hear her going into the bathroom and turning the water on in the sink. A few seconds later, she emerged from the room with a hand that was less sticky and a towel that was somewhat damp, both of which she handed to me. After cleaning up, I brought her back down to where I was standing.Between each kiss, I murmured, "You are so...fucking...fantastic..." I could feel a grin creeping into the corner of her mouth."Did you like it?""I told you it was f*cking fantastic," the speaker said.I sneaked my hand back behind her back and cupped her b