Okay.
Where is my highlighter?
Yo.
Oh, it's you.
Hey.
Yeah, you can, you can stay with me, that's, that's fine.
I know it's loud out there.
Oh, I'm going over history.
I'm doing my project on a couple of folklore myths.
So I'm currently looking up some stuff from different countries, how they tie in together,
the lore around how the same thing can be, the same myth can exist in different countries
and places that have never even, you know, cross populated.
What?
Shut up.
Well, as much as I love your sister, my best friend is not into any of the, as you like
to say, nerd things that I'm into, so I'm stuck, you know, taking care of stuff on my
own.
Oh my God, shut up.
I was not doing that.
Do that in your house.
I mean, oh, are you stuttering?
What is it, is it the thought of your little sister's best friend masturbating that disturbs
you so much that you think girls don't do it?
Come on, dude, everybody does it.
Everybody does.
I'm sure you do.
Well, that's why I said I don't do it in your house.
My house is a whole different story.
Because you're here, your parents are here, like, come on, when I'm home or when I'm at
my dorm, sure, although my dorm currently sucks and I have to, that's why I'm staying
here.
Luckily, your parents are pretty cool.
I mean, it's crazy, right?
One toaster fire and suddenly the whole building's on fire.
You think the thing was made of like gasoline or something.
It went up in flames.
Oh, no, no, no.
You know I know how to cook.
I've been cooking for you guys.
I cook for you guys every time I'm here.
I've been cooking since your parents were kind enough to let me stay here.
Yeah.
What's wrong?
You, um, you can't seem to look me in the eye.
Yeah, I've been staying with you guys for almost a month.
It'll be a month in a couple of days, like three or four.
I'm sorry, are you asking me if I haven't touched myself in a month because I'm staying
here?
Hey, wouldn't you like to know?
I mean, you offering to change that or something?
Just because you do know that you've never even laid a hand on me.
Walk wide circles.
I told your sister I thought it was because you knew that, you know, I was, what, bi?
You somehow thought that meant I was going to try to jump everyone's bones, but she said
you didn't care, so I don't know what to think, but I'm kind of curious now.
You've got this look in your eye.
This is the closest you've ever actually been to, you know, touching me other than the occasional
hello hug and goodbye hug, and please move around me pat on the shoulder.
I can't be that intimidating, I can't be that scary.
I am scary.
What with these chipmunk cheeks, no way.
My eyes, my eyes are scary, and why's that?
I seem to know everything.
I doubt that.
There's a lot that I don't know, like, I don't know what you taste like or how your hands
would feel across my skin in very intimate places, but I do know that your hand is trembling
right next to my knee.
I do know that you're biting your lip.
And I also know that I would really, really like it if you would please touch me.
I would really like it if you would make me come.
So, um, if you're okay with it, I would like to kiss you.
Thank you for that, yes?
Please, please touch me.
Oh, God, yeah, it's been a while, so, oh, this is gonna be embarrassingly short, yeah.
I thought about you touching me.
Fuck.
Shut up.
Oh, God, shut up.
Fuck you.
It feels good.
Why am I being quiet?
Because, because there are people in this house right now.
And I don't know how they'd feel about hugging you with your hand down there, and you're
like, oh, fuck you.
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