I stared at the two pairs of underwear in front of me. One was a soft aquamarine with thin straps connecting the sides and the other was a black one with a bow on the front and a completely lacey back. Currently, I was torn between these two excellent choices. I was home alone today and out of boredom, I began to organize my wardrobe. I wanted my top five favourite panties to be in my underwear drawer so, that I could find them without having to hunt for them. That led me to the current situation. I didn't know which one would be my final pair. I hummed in thought. Which one would Andre like more? A small smile spread on my lips and I grabbed my phone before texting, "Hi, are you busy?"  A reply came after two minutes. "Not really," it read. "Missed me already?" I rolled my eyes and put my phone down. Grabbing the aquamarine pair, I undressed and put them on. I stood in front of the mirror and took a picture. I then changed

  I hummed in satisfaction as I pulled away from the kiss and Andre nuzzled his face against my neck. I chuckled. "What's up with you?" "What do you mean?" "You're so forceful today." "Did it make you angry?" I turned and faced him. "It didn't." "Then, can I ask why you were ignoring me?" My smile faltered and I nervously looked to the side. After my whole session in my room, I've been a little ashamed to face him. I have never jacked off over anyone so, I felt kind of nasty. I didn't know what he would think if he found out that I had such thoughts about him. This was all Flynn's fault! He should've kept his mouth shut. Andre probably wouldn't mind it but he might think that I want to sleep with him. I did want to sleep with him but saying it was so embarrassing. I didn't want him to think that I was a very horny teenager who jacked off to him earlier today. "I just... I didn't want to talk

  For a party that was considered "not too loud" this one was pretty fucking loud. Maybe it was my inexperience but if there were parties that had music louder than this, I wondered how people weren't hard of hearing yet. People danced around in skimpy outfits and there were some who sat on portable wooden benches just as you walked into the beach. Some people were drinking although I didn't notice anybody smoking. Luckily, there weren't too many people, considering how it was probably being thrown on public property, but human beings were a bit of an inconvenience in general. Me inclusive. Andre held my hand when we got out of the car and he locked it before leading me into the beach. It didn't take me long to notice that there were homosexual couples amongst us. Some men were obviously flirting with each other and some women were doing the same to other women. There were some straight couples and others who just watched as they drank by

  "You're done?" Flynn asked and I nodded before saving my work. "Yes," I answered through a yawn and stretched my arms above my head. "While you're putting your stuff together, let me call Maryanne." "I'm surprised that you didn't come here with her." "I wanted to see your face first so, here we are." I chuckled. "We've being seeing each other all day though." "It's different after work. Anyway, I don't have the patience to watch you packing your stuff. She's probably done so, I'd rather wait there." "I'll find you guys when I'm done then." "Nope. We'll find you." "I'll find you."  "Want to bet on that? You're pretty slow after work." "Don't make me sound like an old man. I'll find you guys and that's that." "If we win, you're paying for whatever we get today." "And if I win, you guys are paying." I chuckled. "Go and get Maryanne. You're slowing me down."

 "Where are your parents," I asked as I entered the kitchen.I was drawn in by a wonderful smell and came into the kitchen expecting to find Mrs. Young cooking. To my surprise, Henry was standing in front of the stove as he added some spices into a frying pan. I was shocked. I didn't expect him to cook, much less him being a good cook. It took me a moment to say anything after seeing him so focused on what he was doing."I have no idea but I'm starving," he answered without looking back at me."Aren't you going to call them?"He tasted a bit of the stew and hummed in thought. "Why should I? They're grown-ups." "Aren't you worried?""Nope. There have been times when they wouldn't be home for two days straight."I frowned at that. "Are you okay with that?""I don't necessarily want them around either." Putting a lid on top the pot, he turned to face me. "They'll be back.""I see." I sat down