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shorts in there. My pants would be a little too long for you.”
    She looked back and smiled at me. “You think? Just a little.” She grabbed a pair of shorts with
    a drawstring. “Where can I change?”
    Right here. On top of me.
    “The bathroom downstairs.” That was the safest place because it was the furthest spot from my
    cock, who was now standing in line for front row tickets to Skylar’s wardrobe change. I needed as
    much time as possible to get rid of his excitement before she came back.
    “I’ll be right back.”
    “Take your time.”
    When I could hear that she was downstairs, I got up and tried to rationalize with my dick.
    “Come on. We can do this. Go down.”
    Nothing was changing. She could not see me like this.
    “Fucking boner. Go down!”
    I paced the room, continuing my attempt to reason with it.
    Seamus was flapping his wings. “What are you looking at? I suppose you think this is funny.”
    “Holy Toledo!”
    “Yeah. Fuck you.”
    I decided I had no choice but to jump in the upstairs shower. I’d have to make up a story for
    the sudden need to bathe. “Skylar, I just shit myself waiting for you to come back upstairs…”
    She was still downstairs when I turned the shower on to the coldest setting and got in. It
    wasn’t working, so I warmed the water and did the only thing I could. I let myself think about
    undressing her and sucking every ounce of water off her body as I jerked myself off and came all
    over the tile wall. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever given myself.
    I dried off and now, I was definitely ready to go back. She’d be out of that wet uniform, dressed
    in my baggy clothes, and we’d be good to go.
    When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting back on the bed holding Seamus. She had
    brushed through her wet hair and still looked so fucking beautiful. I loved seeing her in my t-shirt, even though it looked more like a dress.
    “You were taking a shower?”
    “Yeah…um…sometimes I do that in the afternoon. It’s…refreshing.”
    She laughed with a look of disbelief. “Okay. That’s weird.”
    I changed the subject. “You want to do some homework?”
    It was almost four. Where the hell was Davey?
    We opened our books, and I moved over to the desk while Skylar lay on her stomach on the
    bed.
    We fell into a nice, comfortable silence as a Coldplay song played from my iPod dock on low
    volume. Despite my obvious discomfort over my physical attraction to her, these were really the
    moments I loved best with Skylar, just sitting around, spending quiet time together.
    “Fucking boner. Go down!”
    Skylar hopped up from the bed and turned toward Seamus. “What was that? What did he just
    say?”
    “Fucking boner. Go down!”
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
    I tried my best to play dumb. “I don’t know what he’s saying.”
    “It sounds like he’s saying ‘fucking boner…go down?’”
    “Yeah, that’s what it sounds like, doesn’t it?”
    I knew I repeated those words several times when Skylar was changing downstairs. It figured
    Seamus would take this opportunity to suddenly regain his ability to mimic just so he could screw
    me over.
    She covered her mouth in laughter. “That is nuts. He’s so unpredictable lately.” She walked
    over to the cage and took Seamus out. He flapped his wings and turned his head slowly toward
    me, in his own silent way telling me to “fuck off.”
    I laughed along with her, but really, I wanted to hide in the closet. She was smart and knew
    damn well where he must have learned his new phrase.
    My phone chimed.
    “It’s Davey. He’s downstairs.”
    I welcomed the opportunity to get out of that room for a minute. Today was definitely not my
    day.
    “Yo,” he said, as he entered, carrying a stack of books up the stairs.
    Skylar was still playing with the bird when we returned to my room.
    “Hey, Davey.”
    “Fucking boner. Go down!”
    “Hey, Skylar. Uh…” He looked at me. “What the hell did that bird just