One Week Girlfriend

want to be on top,” she whispers and I freeze.

Adele—she almost always wanted to be on top. It didn’t

What? Are you jealous?”

“Fuck yes, I am!” I roar, unable to stop the words from spilling out. “After everything

My past experiences have made me hate blowjobs. Only because they filled me with such revulsion when the memories came. The shame, the horror at how easily

Almost fifteen.” Horny as fuck, too. Adele knew it. She was beautiful, mysterious. She flattered me, flirted with me and

mine, her hands in my hair. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed like that. Have I ever been kissed like that? Hell, I really don’t think so.

The realization

I’m the most pathetic twenty-one-year old guy alive. I play football, I get good grades in college, I have girls dying to

She always calls him Andrew. And last night, when I called him Andrew, he didn’t like it. At all. He flipped the hell out, actually

Fable really is a team groupie. She’s supposedly banged half the guys this season alone, though I don’t know how accurate the rumors are. This is

She reaches into the pocket of her thin black coat and pulls out a single cigarette and a lighter, her expression full of embarrassment

She’s twenty years old, she has a little brother and she works at a bar.

Fable also has pretty pale blonde hair, green eyes and nice tits. But I’m not going