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her even more. Maybe I'd find some ice cream later and lick it off of her smooth, warm skin. That would be the best meal ever.
She came with me to my apartment.
"So no motorcycle today."
"Nah. I've had something cooking all day for you. For this."
From her smile, I knew that she was happy that I thought about her.
When she walked into my place, she asked me, "Where are your roommates?"
"I bribed them with 20 passes to Laser Tag. They took a huge group of people out there, and they are going to swarm that place. I feel bad for the employees."
She fucking glowed at the news that we were alone. I wish I could put a smile like that on her face every day. Each date had been planned, but this one took the cake in terms of her happiness.
"Sit down. I'll take out the food."
I plated it, and I took it out to her.
"Oh my god, you made risotto!"
"Yeah. It's pretty good. I tried it."
She took a bite, and she hummed a little in the back of her throat. I thought that would be what her face looked like when I made her orgasm tonight. "This is out of this world. I mean, I didn't even know that food this good existed. This is better than any of the restaurants."
"Thanks." No need to tell her that the recipe came from online. "I like it."
We ate in silence, but I saw her staring at me. I had a brand-new box of Trojans in my nightstand, and I'd had a cleaning service come to my room. Everything was ready for her tonight. I had tried really hard, harder than I had ever tried for any girl. And tonight, it was going to happen, something I"d dreamed about for years.
I watched as she ate my risotto. Every bit of the time that I had spent on this meal — the grocery shopping, the dicing of the vegetables, the slow cooker that I had bought specifically for this — was worth it when I watched her face as she ate the food that I'd prepared for her. I felt strangely proud, even more than when we won the state championship for the umpteenth time. I felt like running around with my hands in the air.
It didn't make sense to go through all of this effort. I knew she was down on the first date. Why had I gone through everything, when all the other girls I had ever had I'd ignored after I hit it?
She was different. There was something inside of her, a quality that I couldn't define, which drew me to her like a moth to a candle flame.
I realized, with horror, that I was falling in love with my best friend's younger sister.
There was a knock on my door.
"Excuse me." I put my napkin on my chair. "Be right back." I was ready to beat the ass of whatever roommate was coming in right now, even if they were bleeding.
I opened the door, and it was the sorostitute from that party, the one from which I had rescued Laila.
Before I could say a word, she pushed the door wide open and slipped past me. She was wearing a corset and a thong...and nothing else besides her sky-high stripper heels. Her hair was loose around her. She had on way too much makeup, like she'd caked on a gallon of it. There were sparkles on her cheeks.
"Now isn't a good time," I tried to say.
She was staring at the dinner table.
"Well, isn't this cozy." Her voice could have made a penguin shiver. "Do you feed up all of your fat whores?"
Laila looked like she had been smacked in the face. I saw her eyes get shiny.
"I have to go."
Laila pushed past me and the sorostitute, whose name I couldn't remember right now.
I ran out, "Wait! Laila!" But I heard the door to the staircase bang shut with a loud thunk.
"So...now that we're alone..."
"Get out."
Her jaw dropped. "You have to be kidding."
"I'm not. Get out of my apartment. I don't want to see you again. Oh my god, all we did was make out. And you think that gives you the right to crash my date? What kind of fucking loser are you? Can't get anybody else?"
She drew herself up, and I stepped back a little. She looked like she was going to claw my eyes out.
"You'll come to me when you're done with that fat little freak. And
She came with me to my apartment.
"So no motorcycle today."
"Nah. I've had something cooking all day for you. For this."
From her smile, I knew that she was happy that I thought about her.
When she walked into my place, she asked me, "Where are your roommates?"
"I bribed them with 20 passes to Laser Tag. They took a huge group of people out there, and they are going to swarm that place. I feel bad for the employees."
She fucking glowed at the news that we were alone. I wish I could put a smile like that on her face every day. Each date had been planned, but this one took the cake in terms of her happiness.
"Sit down. I'll take out the food."
I plated it, and I took it out to her.
"Oh my god, you made risotto!"
"Yeah. It's pretty good. I tried it."
She took a bite, and she hummed a little in the back of her throat. I thought that would be what her face looked like when I made her orgasm tonight. "This is out of this world. I mean, I didn't even know that food this good existed. This is better than any of the restaurants."
"Thanks." No need to tell her that the recipe came from online. "I like it."
We ate in silence, but I saw her staring at me. I had a brand-new box of Trojans in my nightstand, and I'd had a cleaning service come to my room. Everything was ready for her tonight. I had tried really hard, harder than I had ever tried for any girl. And tonight, it was going to happen, something I"d dreamed about for years.
I watched as she ate my risotto. Every bit of the time that I had spent on this meal — the grocery shopping, the dicing of the vegetables, the slow cooker that I had bought specifically for this — was worth it when I watched her face as she ate the food that I'd prepared for her. I felt strangely proud, even more than when we won the state championship for the umpteenth time. I felt like running around with my hands in the air.
It didn't make sense to go through all of this effort. I knew she was down on the first date. Why had I gone through everything, when all the other girls I had ever had I'd ignored after I hit it?
She was different. There was something inside of her, a quality that I couldn't define, which drew me to her like a moth to a candle flame.
I realized, with horror, that I was falling in love with my best friend's younger sister.
There was a knock on my door.
"Excuse me." I put my napkin on my chair. "Be right back." I was ready to beat the ass of whatever roommate was coming in right now, even if they were bleeding.
I opened the door, and it was the sorostitute from that party, the one from which I had rescued Laila.
Before I could say a word, she pushed the door wide open and slipped past me. She was wearing a corset and a thong...and nothing else besides her sky-high stripper heels. Her hair was loose around her. She had on way too much makeup, like she'd caked on a gallon of it. There were sparkles on her cheeks.
"Now isn't a good time," I tried to say.
She was staring at the dinner table.
"Well, isn't this cozy." Her voice could have made a penguin shiver. "Do you feed up all of your fat whores?"
Laila looked like she had been smacked in the face. I saw her eyes get shiny.
"I have to go."
Laila pushed past me and the sorostitute, whose name I couldn't remember right now.
I ran out, "Wait! Laila!" But I heard the door to the staircase bang shut with a loud thunk.
"So...now that we're alone..."
"Get out."
Her jaw dropped. "You have to be kidding."
"I'm not. Get out of my apartment. I don't want to see you again. Oh my god, all we did was make out. And you think that gives you the right to crash my date? What kind of fucking loser are you? Can't get anybody else?"
She drew herself up, and I stepped back a little. She looked like she was going to claw my eyes out.
"You'll come to me when you're done with that fat little freak. And
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