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Abby

Craig and I skip school more often now. Sometimes we take other people with us and have fun in the local forests and clearings. We fool around and soak up the nature. I always come back home happy after days like that. Whenever the teachers are checking the attendance list, reach my name, and realize I’m not there, they automatically raise their heads, knowing Craig won’t be anywhere either. But they’re not making it difficult. Besides, I’m so good at forging Mom’s signature now, nobody would even think to doubt it’s the real deal.

Mom was at the parent-teacher conference today. When she’s back, she takes me to the side and says, “I don’t think all those signatures on absence excuses are mine, Abigail.” She gives me a piercing stare.

“None of those signatures were yours,” I retort, noticing the disbelief on her face with satisfaction. “But don’t worry, I’ve got it all under control.”

“I noticed. Your grades have improved too. That’s why I didn’t comment when your teacher tried telling me you were skipping classes more often than I had the right to know.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’m glad you trust me again.”

Dad, on the other hand, gets under my skin again. Mom doesn’t feel well, and seeing her writhing in pain, not only did he let her go—he didn’t even offer to go instead. I’ll never fucking get that. How can you be such a damned egocentric? I don’t like it. During vacation, when Mom would come home from work totally drained, she’d have to wait until ten in the evening to pick up my brother from his girlfriend’s place. Dad would explain that he’d already had a beer and he couldn’t go. I’m just so pissed at him!

My old folks are spending more and more time in Daisy Valley. Dad is practically living there now. He changed jobs and moved there. Mom is supposed to join him when Lucius finishes primary school, so he can start high school there. Mom’s working in Crown anyway. It’s a lot closer to Daisy Valley than our current flat. So everyone wins. Almost everyone. I don’t want to move with them. I couldn’t live in the countryside. I love the city lights, the whoosh of air on the balcony, the sunsets and sunrises. I’d never change it to anything.

I’m making tea when there’s a knock at the door. I stopped calling and visiting Ve. I wanted to check when he’d recall he has a girlfriend. It took him a week. Yeah, that’s how much time passed since our last contact.

“Hello, Connor.”

“Hi, Abigail.” He gives me a look as he comes in. “What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?” I ask dispassionately.

“You didn’t call.”

“Really, Connor? And am I the only one that should? What about you? That’s not how a relationship should look. I think both sides should be equally interested. I was just wondering when you’d recall that you’re still my man.”

“What are you on about, Gail?”

“Your buddies know better than you, it seems. Have you even been to school this week?”

“I have.”

“Oh yeah? How many times?”

“Stop acting like my mom.”

“I’m worried about you is all, Connor.”

“Well, stop. I’ve got everything under control.”

“You do? What brings you to me?”

“I missed you.”

“Interesting.”

“Oh, quit it. I know you missed me too.”

“Does that change anything? Who am I to you currently? What place in the hierarchy of values and priorities do I have? Huh? Just be honest for once. Can you?”

For a moment he stares.

“Yeah, I fucked up a bit lately. I don’t know why this keeps happening. I come to see you, and on the way I just walk into one of the guys, you know.”

“That’s just it! Why is it so fucking hard to tell them you’re on your way to see me? Why do you always pick your friends? What makes you act as if you didn’t want them to call you weak? Is that it, Connor? Huh? Tell me! You’re making me lose interest in spending time with you. I don’t want to have to ask for your attention. I should be your priority. If I’m not, what are you even doing here? I’ll never be your rebound girl. I want to be everything for you. Like before.”

I’m crying before I finish.

“Hey, don’t cry…” He steps closer and wipes away the moisture.

I lean against the wall behind me. He locks me in a cage of his arms and presses his gorgeous lips to mine. His warm, wet tongue twists around mine, and our passion rewards all the hurts instantly. I love this boy so much. My pulse quickens. Ve shifts closer, his crotch rubbing against my thigh. I feel the pang I know so well down between my legs. He takes my shirt off, unbuttons my pants, and lets them fall to the floor. I step out and kick them away. I unzip his trousers and grab what’s rightfully mine. His prick is as ready as it gets, proudly standing to attention. Ve’s hands slide under my ass and lift me into the air, pinning me to the wall. I wrap my legs around his hips and he rubs at my swollen clit, so starved of attention. With one swift push, he’s inside me.

“Oh, yeah. I missed him.”

“And he missed you.”

Horrid thoughts assault my mind. That’s why he’s here. He needed a fuck. On the one hand, that’s good. A lot better than if he were to seek fulfilment somewhere else. On the other—it does not make me happier to know that sex is the only thing that brings him to me. It’s beginning to look like were just friends with benefits, not an actual couple. I don’t want that.

Those thoughts are so intrusive, for a moment I find it hard to focus on the pleasure his steady, hard, and deep thrusts are bringing me. We’re simply perfect for each other. We fit. We gel. My sensations in this position are so intense… The fact that he’s fucking me against the wall in the hallway, with a large mirror behind him where I can watch what he’s doing, is amazing. After a moment, I feel myself contracting inside. I dig my fingernails into Ve’s shoulders and jerk at his shirt without control over my own movements, and let the orgasm take over. I slump down the wall and kneel before him, taking that impressive cock in my mouth and sucking hard. Ve grasps my head and directs me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see our reflection. I’m getting wet again. That view turns me on. His breathing is fast, shallow. I stop for a moment.

“Look in the mirror,” I say.

He turns his head, and I put his prick back into my mouth, picking up the pace, and shoving it down my throat.

“Holy fuck! What a view. You’re so innocent, and the things you do to me… You look so luscious. I love you so much, Gail!” he cries, and his cock throbs in my throat.

I clamp on harder and twist my tongue around it. He takes my hair and presses my head closer. I choke, but he doesn’t let go, only pushing harder. His hot semen fills my mouth and flows down my gullet. He waits for me to swallow it all before letting me go. When the cock leaves my mouth, I run my tongue over my mouth, sending Ve a lascivious look. He lets out a moan.

“The way you make me feel, girl… You have no idea what power you have over my dick and me.”

“You like it like that?” I ask.

“Like what?”

“Hard. You do like it.”

“I wasn’t sure before, but I think I do. Not going to lie, it turns me on.”

“Me too.”

He fixes me with a stare, considering something.

“We’re a perfect match, aren’t we? Only I can give you all that and only you can give it to me. It’s incredible how great we fit each other.”

“Sexually?”

“Mostly. But I’ve been thinking about us. And I think we’re similarly unusual. Freakish. That’s why we need each other.”

I think about it. There’s something to it. A thought comes to my mind. It’s inspiring and relentless. It says that the thing between us is even deeper. And I’m not talking about sex.