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Abby

Ve and I are supposed to meet on the eleven-eleven bus. He’s going to take it from school. If I miss him, we’re going to meet at four at my place. I go to the stop after school. I have some time before the bus arrives. A short walk will do me good. I arrive ahead of time. Some friends from class walk over, and we chat a little, but then the bus is there. I peer through the windows, but Ve’s not inside. If that’s the case, it doesn’t make much sense for me to get inside and ride around town. I’ll catch something going straight to Infinity Estate. Five minutes later, a twenty-twenty-two approaches.

It’s gone four now and he’s nowhere to be seen. I’m beginning to worry. Where is he? What is he doing? Why is he standing me up? Another hour passes, and I’m too stressed to deal with this shit. I take Lola for a walk. I leave the building, and the first person I see is Ve. He looks as if he wasn’t expecting to see me here.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hey there, kitty cat.” He walks over and kisses me.

“You weren’t there.”

“I was just going to see you.”

“Why weren’t you there earlier?” I ask.

“I forgot,” he snaps. I’m getting annoyed.

I forgot. I repeat that answer in my mind like a mantra. I can’t believe it.

“Where were you going?” he asks bluntly.

“I hoped to walk into you,” I reply truthfully.

He says nothing more and smiles, kissing me on the forehead.

“What are you going to do now?” I ask, watching his reaction.

“Nothing in particular. We can go for a walk if you’d like.”

I’m not home alone today, so we’re a bit limited in what we can do. We take Lola for a walk and then Ve walks me to the door. He’ll come over in the evening. When I’m back home, there’s this weird feeling that I can’t seem to push away. I forgot. Really? He forgot to go to school or forgot about me? What’s this all about? I feel sad. And then there’s this strange premonition.

At eight thirty I take Lola out again. This time Ve’s waiting for me, as agreed. We walk to the swings. It’s pitch-black outside. Only the faint light of streetlamps glimmers in the distance. He sits on one of the swings, and I position myself between his legs. I kiss and hug him, breathe in his smell. I always do this. I need to breathe it in so I can remember it through the time we don’t see each other.

“I’m going home, Abby.” His words burst the romantic bubble.

“How come? Why are you in such a hurry?”

“You turned me on with that kiss. I need to rub one out.”

That reply has a double bottom. What’s this all about? I don’t have the courage to ask him. I don’t want to fight. He’s not going to tell me anyway. It would only get him mad. That would make no sense. But that’s when a crazy idea comes to my head. Without thinking twice, I glance around—nothing, nobody’s here. It’s quiet and calm.

“In that case, I’m going to help you.”

“What are you saying?

I’m not saying anything. Instead, I kneel between his legs and reach for the zipper. With a couple of deft motions, I free his erect manhood, grab it, and put it in my mouth, sucking fast and deep. His body submits to me at once. The hard cock slides in and out. Ve’s breathing quickens. It’s so loud it cuts through the silence like a knife.

Meanwhile, I’m taking him in deeper and deeper, letting him fuck my throat. I can feel him growing tense, then he grabs my hair and presses on my head so hard, the tip of his prick is prodding the back of my throat. A moment later I hear his muffled cry as he explodes, flooding my mouth with unending lava that slowly spills down my throat.

When the last drop is out, I lick the tip of his penis like the most delicious ice cream and swallow. I wipe my mouth and get up. Ve wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, kissing me passionately, his tongue pushing between my lips, heedless of his own taste inside. The kiss is at the same time an expression of admiration and gratefulness. Moments like this make everything up to me—the mistrust still huddling in my head. As we pull away, he looks me in the eyes and whispers, “You are the most unpredictable, insatiable, and perverted girl I’ve ever known. And those lips of yours are magic.” He brushes them with his thumb. “And you’re all mine. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I press a fiery kiss to his mouth.

I’d like to ask him what other perverted girls he knows and what is his relationship with them, but I let it go. His “I love you ” has dispelled my doubts. I’m his.

When I’m back home, I go straight to my room. I lock the door and sit on the bed, grab my diary, and jot down my thoughts. I’ve been writing it for years. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a book based on it one day. It just might inspire others to seek their own great love.

But there’s one intrusive thought that keeps bothering me, wandering at the back of my head since our conversation by the swings. Why did he want to go all of a sudden? That was unusual. And the worst thing is, those moments are multiplying. It scares me. I’m losing confidence—not control, I don’t need that anymore—but the feeling that I can be sure of what I am for him. That snaps me out of my bubble, the one we’ve been building together. This day he was different, awkward. He didn’t come because he forgot… Then he wanted to go home early. I’d love to learn the truth one day…