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I couldn’t see my dick, but I swear it swelled up to twice the size it norer Death Punch T-shirt wasn’t too tight, but it draped slimly over her slender back and co to kiss the patch of skin on her shoulder, at the curve of her neck where the collar rubbed
That would be a good place for a little tattoo, I thought
The hair, the outfit, it was the perfect blend of good girl and bad girl, of salvation and danger
There was no point in lying to ry sex is pretty good from what I hear
"Go!" the teacher shouted, and I snapped ht up in
Oh, shit Everyone rose fro their papers and pens
Was I supposed to get up? Dread gripped lanced down at
And--fuck!--I couldn’t stop the daes of Tate--in my car, in the janitor’s closet, in ht now, so I took so shit, like British period pieces and Ferris wheels
Luckily, Ivy Donner strode up and wrote her name on my paper under ‘East’ and then , because I had no idea ere supposed to be doing, and ood distraction fro me so hard and fast that I couldn’t even walk out of the roo on keeping a scowl on irls fill in blanks on uess ere supposed to find partners on a compass and switch na Whatever
"Mrs Penley, I’ht if I make a threesome with two others?" I heard Tate ask frohed I didn’t do either I just tried not to look at her or picture her in a threeso hard-on
"Hey, Tate," Nate Dietrich called out, his tone husky "I’ll do a threesome with you My coht hand will get jealous," she shot back, and the entire class laughed for her and not at her this time
"Does anyone need a North?" Mrs Penley shouted out, interrupting the banter
I looked down to my paper to see I had that space blank, too But I said nothing The last thing I wanted to do was help her out
But then I saw Ben, two seats ahead ofhis North, and I shook uess
"She can be my North," I said as calmly as possible
I had to hand it to Ben He’dafter her
Why couldn’t I just let it go?
"Well, Tate Go ahead then," Mrs Penley held out her hand,for Tate to sit down
She didn’t look at me, only slammed down in her seat and hovered over her paper, clearly plottingin control again
Noas ready for round two
Chapter 13
"Oh, look It’s The Dog…and Mad up Tate’s ay next door Madman and I had just finished a walk and then collapsed onhis teeth and loved hand
"You know I can’t decide which one of you has the better s filled hat looked like food but stopped before she reached Tate’s front steps "At least he doesn’t shit on people" She jerked her chin at Madman
KC reminded me of that blonde chick on The Va like every proble to do with her
Yeah, don’t judge Madoc likes the show, notrole when, really, they’re just supporting cast
"KC?" I leaned back on rin "You knohat’s worse than seeing how hed and jutted her hip out like I asting her ti how nice I can be" My voice floated like silk across the lawn and straight between her legs
Her sassy expression fell, and she looked a little lost She was probably trying to figure out if I was flirting, ornahed to myself
Yeah, that shut her up
I didn’t have much tolerance for…well, irl had to scrunch up her nose and pinch her eyebrows together at the same time just to talk, then she was perfect for the kind of activities that didn’t require any talking
KC bolted up the stairs to Tate’s house and rang the doorbell like a legion of zoe as I crashed back to the ground and closed , and the peaceful lull between the nine-to-fivers getting ho dinner had coht to the west created a kaleidoscope of oranges and greens behind hborhood that I existed around but not in
Madesture with a scratch behind his ears Tate opened her front door, muffled voices Laer sounded down the street Cars passed by Kids called into dinner
And I let myself be a part of it for a few moments
I loved our street and alould Every little house had its secrets and that’s what h at Mr Vanderloo across the street, because he snuck out to his garage every night and smoked pot after his family went to sleep Mrs Watson, three houses down, liked her husband to dress up as a UPS s to her door And then he’d deliver her to the bedroom