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Adult ++
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Chapter 14
She pushed the hair from her face, purposely letting it fall back in perfect waves before giving Todd her attention again, “Are you dumping me?”
Todd paused, thoughts already running through a mental list of consequences. College, not like high school, meant that the vast majority wouldn’t know who he was, much less care who he dated; but ask any idiot who the campus butt-fuckers were and there’ll always be a list of names. A long list and someone was bound to have added Christopher Tomes to that stupid fucking list. “No, I just think that we should cool down for awhile, see other people.”
The hurt indifference disappeared from her face with frightening speed. The lip curled, baring teeth no less perfect then Todd’s own, and the eyes slanted becoming almost feral in nature. When she spoke, he voice came out in a hiss, unpleasantly reminding Todd of Sunday School sermons long ago, sitting quietly and trying not to scratch. The wool of his suit had been hot and uncomfortable and he spent most sermons trying to dip small fingers just under the hem and scratch. Scratch until his fingers left huge welts across his belly, or his back. He would be ashamed of those thoughts, ashamed of wanting to hurt the body that had been created in God’s Image, even while some indifferent bitch churned out the usual Catholic bullshit. He would be imagining raised skin spotted with beads of blood while she raced around the room, looking like a lunatic penguin, spewing out The Fall of Man like projectile vomit.
“Who is she?” She hissed.
“There is no one else,” his voice stayed calm, rational (And even if there was, what boyfriend would admit to that), “I’ve been some problems lately, my parents are divorcing, and I guess…”
She cut him off with a hug, “Oh god! That’s awful! My parents divorced too! I remember feeling…”
He nodded, his face buried in the scent of her hair (whore) and trying hard to keep his penis down (his body’s natural reaction to the vision in his head). It was one of his new favourites; in it pretty little Pammy white was looking at him, eyes wide and make-up smeared from crying. Under her expensive brand-name skirt, blood pooled from her gapping twat. The same blood would be staining his erection. She would look at that erection, and the mouth that was always begging for sex would be pleading, Don’t hurt me anymore. Please Todd.
XXX
After Todd left, Pamela white got on the phone and dialed the number of her best friend Abby, Abby called Kat and Kat spoke to Trisha Stevens on the bus on the way to the mall. By the morning of the next day, all of her small circle and many of their uncaring acquaintances knew that Todd and Pam had broken up. By the end of that day, Pam had also learnt that her ex-boyfreind’s roommate was a flaming queer. Recalling their own relationship problems, her suspicions grew as her eyes narrowed.
Todd paused, thoughts already running through a mental list of consequences. College, not like high school, meant that the vast majority wouldn’t know who he was, much less care who he dated; but ask any idiot who the campus butt-fuckers were and there’ll always be a list of names. A long list and someone was bound to have added Christopher Tomes to that stupid fucking list. “No, I just think that we should cool down for awhile, see other people.”
The hurt indifference disappeared from her face with frightening speed. The lip curled, baring teeth no less perfect then Todd’s own, and the eyes slanted becoming almost feral in nature. When she spoke, he voice came out in a hiss, unpleasantly reminding Todd of Sunday School sermons long ago, sitting quietly and trying not to scratch. The wool of his suit had been hot and uncomfortable and he spent most sermons trying to dip small fingers just under the hem and scratch. Scratch until his fingers left huge welts across his belly, or his back. He would be ashamed of those thoughts, ashamed of wanting to hurt the body that had been created in God’s Image, even while some indifferent bitch churned out the usual Catholic bullshit. He would be imagining raised skin spotted with beads of blood while she raced around the room, looking like a lunatic penguin, spewing out The Fall of Man like projectile vomit.
“Who is she?” She hissed.
“There is no one else,” his voice stayed calm, rational (And even if there was, what boyfriend would admit to that), “I’ve been some problems lately, my parents are divorcing, and I guess…”
She cut him off with a hug, “Oh god! That’s awful! My parents divorced too! I remember feeling…”
He nodded, his face buried in the scent of her hair (whore) and trying hard to keep his penis down (his body’s natural reaction to the vision in his head). It was one of his new favourites; in it pretty little Pammy white was looking at him, eyes wide and make-up smeared from crying. Under her expensive brand-name skirt, blood pooled from her gapping twat. The same blood would be staining his erection. She would look at that erection, and the mouth that was always begging for sex would be pleading, Don’t hurt me anymore. Please Todd.
XXX
After Todd left, Pamela white got on the phone and dialed the number of her best friend Abby, Abby called Kat and Kat spoke to Trisha Stevens on the bus on the way to the mall. By the morning of the next day, all of her small circle and many of their uncaring acquaintances knew that Todd and Pam had broken up. By the end of that day, Pam had also learnt that her ex-boyfreind’s roommate was a flaming queer. Recalling their own relationship problems, her suspicions grew as her eyes narrowed.