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Abby

The alarm mercilessly yanks me out of deep sleep. Barely able to stand, I plod to the bathroom. A cold shower quickly sobers me up. Mascara, cream, dry my hair. Okay, the top is ready. Then a shirt and pants. A quick coffee and I’m rushing downstairs. Luckily, Mandy already has her driving license and picks me up in her BMW. She got it from her parents. Pretty cool I don’t have to run for the bus. We reach the school in a couple minutes.

“Nice ride, eh?” She laughs.

“Well, duh! How does it drive?”

“It’s good now. It was hard in the beginning, but it’s okay. You can see the difference too, can’t you?”

“Oh, definitely,” I admit. “Want to go for a smoke first?”

The opening ceremony drags on forever. I look at my classmates and other people I know from school, noticing the changes in them. Some boys have grown some, manned up, and are slowly turning into adult men. Is that possible? Some people clearly shouldn’t go on vacation—they’ve gained weight here and there. God, I love my figure! A hundred pounds of perfectly toned, lean, and smooth body. Yeah, my belly isn’t perfectly flat, and my thighs are wider than I’d like, but that’s just who I am. I’ve never had cellulite, though. I’m lucky like that.

In the classroom the teacher talks about the lesson plan and lists all the names of the professors. To our great disappointment, Cherif, the PE guy, was dropped. That idiot Mildow took his place. I’m surprised that fat cow can even teach PE. I thought a sports specialist should be able to do sports themselves. Well, maybe I’m wrong. If an art teacher could swap specializations and start teaching math, now thinking herself a bloody genius, everything is possible. It’s strange being here after so long. I always take a while to get used to school. Whenever I get ill for a longer period, I’m always afraid of going back. I feel as if I drop out of the game.

With Mandy and her car, I’m back home before eleven. Around midday Lizzy, Max, Ve, and I go to Cape, the neighboring big city, twelve miles away. There’s more of everything there. Lizzy finds herself a nice handbag. We also visit a skater shop. There are some interesting T-shirts. I pick two. Ve grabs a pair of trousers. When he leaves the changing room, I stare at his baggy pants that underline the sexy line of his hips. I feel a tingling between my legs. To top the outfit off, he gets a T-shirt in my favorite colors—light and dark blue.

I step closer and whisper in his ear, “You look so good, I’m getting wet…”

Ve’s arm shoots out and he pulls me into the changing room, slams me against the wall and rubs his crotch on my thigh.

“You can’t tell me things like that in public places. You know how little I need to get turned on. Want me to take you here and now?”

My breathing quickens. I’m horny. I do a quick analysis of the circumstances. It’s pretty loud, and Lizzy went to the next store. I don’t know where Max is, but I don’t really care. I slump down the wall and sit on the stool, unzip Ve’s pants, and grab his fat cock. He props his arms on the wall above me, and I put my hands on his butt and stick his manhood into my mouth. I suck him hard and fast. He grabs my hair and jerks my head to and fro, pushing himself deep inside my throat. A moment later, he floods it with his come. I swallow, trying not to choke.

“You wanted it yourself, babe.” His throaty voice makes me so wet, I should really go wipe myself clean.

As I swallow the last gulp of his semen, I wipe my lips and run a tongue along them, sending him a luscious look. We both wait until we can recover. I touch myself up, looking into my hand mirror, and then we leave the changing room like nothing happened. There’s nobody there. The music is loud. Max appears from behind a column.

“There you are. I thought you left already.’

“Nah, we’re here. Ve couldn’t pick one,” I smile and pass Max by.

We leave the store and bump into Lizzy, who’s piercing me with her gaze. She comes over and takes my arm.

“What did you do? Your lips are swollen as if you sucked cock.”

I nearly choke on the juice I’m sipping.

“That’s all the answer I need. Don’t say anymore.” She giggles and I join in.

Liz wants me to help her pick a new skirt. I don’t need anything myself, so I just help her make a decision.

In the bus back, Ve is holding my hand and I’m resting my head on his shoulder. He strokes the top of my hand with a thumb. I love him. I love him so much.

“Ve…”

“What’s up, kitty cat?”

“Liz knows you fucked me in the mouth.”

“Christ! Don’t speak to me like that with people around, Abby!” he whispers, putting my hand on his crotch. He’s rock-hard. “You know what words like that coming from your beautiful mouth do to me?”

I don’t answer, instead withdrawing my hand and giving him a hug. When we reach the block where he lives, Walters and Camel suddenly jump at us, shouting, “Ve, scram! Pigs are at your place!”

What?! Pigs? As in the police? Jesus, what did he forget to tell me? I send him a half-questioning, half-scared look.

“Stay here, Abby. I’m going up to check what’s going on.” He rushes to his flat, leaving me without any explanation. As always.

Walters, Camel, and I slowly follow him. We’re rounding a corner when I see Connor stepping into a police car. Our stares meet for an instant. Ve winks at me. His eyes say: Don’t worry about me. That has to be enough. I don’t know what to do. My eyes tear up and overflow. I go to our hill. I sit on a wall and gaze into the clouds.

“Daddy up in the sky, whatever happens, please help him. I don’t know how.”

When I decide I can’t do anything more, I get up and go see Victoria. We both march straight to the Den where… Ve is lounging with his buddies as if nothing happened. For a heartbeat, I feel a painful pang of… jealousy? Why would he go here first? Maybe they bumped into each other when he was returning from the precinct. I push away the feeling. It’s enough that he’s back. He’s in his new clothes, looking breathtaking. I’m so happy and relieved. I thank the spirit in heaven for listening to my prayers. There’s a voice in my head, saying: I’ll always listen to what comes from the heart. For a moment, I wonder if I’m hallucinating or talking to myself. But no, I’ve heard this voice before.

Wow, he looks killer in those new clothes! I feel a pleasant warmth down there. I rush towards him and throw my arms around his neck.

“Walk with me?” I ask, expecting some kind of explanation.

“Yes, let’s go.”

“Care to tell me what that was about?”

“A bit of a silly thing. I’d really prefer to keep it to myself.”

“Alright, I just want to know if everything is fine.”

“It is,” he says and hugs me to his chest.

There are thousands of thoughts flying through my head, reminding me that he used to do all kinds of dangerous things. What did he do this time for the police to come for him? What don’t I know about him? Well, I know one thing for sure and that is that I love him. That trumps all the unknowns. Sometimes, however, I feel like there’s two of him. There is the Connor known only to me, and the other one, who I don’t know at all. It’s difficult to keep up with all that. And the most disturbing part is when I get those hunches. I’m nearly sure those instants involve things I know nothing about, and I will probably never learn about them.

“You look great in those clothes,” I say as he takes a seat on a bench among trees and pulls me closer. At first I stand between his legs, but then I sit on his lap.

“I feel good in them too, thanks. I like it that you like how I look.”

“I like how you look all the time. But I like it the most when you’re honest with me. That’s when I know you trust and respect me.”

“What are you getting at?” He draws his head closer, breathing in the smell of my hair.

“Only that I feel best when you talk to me openly. Like that night on the hill when we talked about stars and your future. I appreciate that. It’s important for me.”

I wrap my arms around him, and he presses his face between my breasts. Out of the blue, I think I’ll finally have someone to celebrate Boyfriend Day with.

“Honey…”

“Yes?”

“Is there something you’d like for Boyfriend Day?” I ask, surprising him.

“I’ll be happy with anything, babe. But I don’t need anything in particular.”

“Oh, come on, tell me right now.” I chuckle.

“I’m telling the truth. Ask my mom. I was happy with every single thing I got from you.”

Those words pierce straight into my heart. It skips a beat.