Is it wrong of me to not want make up sex? Yeah everyone says it's so amazing and spectacular but man I don't really want sex. I just want to talk to Jorge, weird right?
"What are you doing?" I asked quietly.
"I thought you wanted to do it."
"Not anymore... sorry."
"Oh come on man stop being lame." Chris said in a sad tone.
"I'd just rather talk to you."
"Ok, tell me what's on your mind."
"What's our future gonna be like Jorge?"
"To be honest, I don't know. What I do know is I'll always be there for you no matter what happens." He told with a smile.
Talking to Jorge is literally the highlight of any day and I feel like I'm in heaven regardless of the type of talk we're having. I don't care if we're having a heated argument, a calm talk, or just some casual yet cold shouldered remarks; every word he says to me is like a breath of fresh air. Every time I doubt him and think he's not that good of a guy he does something to sweep me right off my feet and I'm right back in love. Yes I'm in love with Jorge. I know I've done a bunch of stupid and reckless bullshit but at the end of the day he's what, he's what I got, he's what I need. Jorge is like the cap to my water bottle, if that makes sense.
"Have you ever hated me?" I asked Jorge while he rested lifelessly on my chest.
"Nah... I mean sometimes I thought I did but it was more of being pissed the fuck off than it was me hating you. I don't think I could ever hate you, even though you've given me plenty of reasons for it."
"Yeah I know I'm a horrible person who doesn't deserve life." I said with a chuckle.
"Chris you do really suck. I love you and everything but yo you're fucking terrible. There've been so many times I just wanted to be like man fuck this' but for some reason I can't. It's like I don't want to be with you but I don't feel complete without you. Is crazy cause... I just can't explain it."
"Awww Jorge you have feelings!"
"I always had feelings; you and your bullshit just fucked them up."
"Oh shut the fuck up, punk." Of course I had to add that extra little snipe.
"You're lucky I like you so much because if not I swear on everything I would've cracked your skull by now, but in a loveable kinda way."
These are the types of talks, which in my opinion can really define a couple. If you can't sit down with your significant other and just talk about whatever then what can you do? Jorge rested peacefully on my chest for the rest of the night just running his fingers over my chest, rubbing my inner thighs; he was just touching me in non-sexual ways that drove me absolutely crazy. I wanted to rip his pants off and wrap my tongue all over his fat Colombian dick and deepthroat it down to the bottom. Then I wanted him to shove it all the way in my ass and fuck me like always does. Grabbing my hips and pounding like there's no tomorrow, tugging on my hair while pinching a nipple, I wanted him to throw my legs over his shoulder and show me who the boss was. I loved it when he made me call him daddy and I loved it even more when he called me his bitch or his little whore. Every time we fucked I felt like I was in nirvana, like my body was separated from my spirit and there was no turning back. He always had this deep hard stroke that would send shockwaves up my spine and make my body quiver like I got shot or something. It was exhilarating having that monster cock pummel my delicate ass like it was the end of the world.
"Chrissy wake up we got school!" Jorge yelled at me from the hallway.
"I don't wanna go." I replied in a whiney tone.
"Well too damn bad, wash your ass so we can be out."
After showering, eating a quick breakfast, blah blah blah blah boring details I finally ended up at my locker in school. Normally I just grab my books and go but today I was so lazy and lethargic I just leaned up against my locker and observed all the students walking by. Looking to my left there was this one kid named Sammy who I sometimes spoke to but we weren't anything more than maybe acquaintances. On my right there was another kid named Joey who also nothing more than an acquaintance. Sometimes I would speak to them but really I'm the type of person who prefers to be spoken to first. So if you ain't got anything to say to me then I ain't got shit to say to you. Right before I could even gather up the energy to go to class stupid Joey just had to do that fake fall shit on me.
"Joey, really?"
"My bad!" He yelled at me, but not in a serious tone.
"Shut the fuck up."
"No you shut the fuck up." Sammy whispered in my ear. At the time I was directly facing Joey so Sammy was pretty much sidled up against my back.
"Whoa back up there buddy. And Joey go to class!"
"Ok dad." And off he went. I was gonna follow because I had the same class but stupid Sammy was pulling on my uniform pants.
"Did I say you could leave?" He whispered in my ear.
"No."
"Turn around and look at me."
Being the dumb person I am, I turned right around. But I don't get why he was all of a sudden talking to me? Like there were so many times we would see each other in school and we would just walk past each other as if we were strangers.
"You got my attention, now what are you gonna do to keep it?" I asked him.
"I don't need to do anything; if you didn't wanna talk to me you would've been left." Sammy replied in his smooth Italian accent.
"What the fuck your weird ass want?"
"Why do I have to be weird?"
"You just are! What do you want? Unlike you I actually do go to class so um let's put a move on it."
"I'll just talk to you later, you're already making me mad." Sammy said as he reached in his locker for his coat.
"Sorry, am I supposed to give a fuck?" I just can't help but be a bitch to everyone. That's just how I am.
"The more you work that pretty little mouth of yours the harder I'm just gonna fuck you."
"Oh no that won't happen baby I'm off the market." I told him in a dead serious tone.
"That doesn't matter to me Chris. Anything I want, I get. You know that."
"Well you won't get this."
"Hmmm... ever been raped before? I hear the experience is life changing!"
"Stop playing with me." I said before walking away from Sammy.
Then he out of nowhere grabs me by my hair and pulls me in way too close. At this point one hand has a firm grip on my head while the other hand has a firm grip on my hip with his lips pressed up against my left ear.
"Listen to me Chris; I don't play around with anything. I want you, so therefore I will have you. Doesn't matter what you say or think because it's definitely gonna happen. If you wanna call it rape, go ahead I don't really care because nobody's gonna do shit about. But see you later cutie." Releasing my hair he walked away while coldly staring at me.
I usually go crazy for the bad boys but Sammy is the definition of bad. Jet black hair, always wearing a black shirt and jeans with a black leather jacket and black boots this guy is my dream. All the black matches perfectly with his creamy white skin and light green eyes and trust me I would love to jump all over him. But I really just want Jorge and I don't wanna fuck that up. The scary thing about it is Sammy truly does get everything he wants, he can just look at someone and they'll fall in love with him! This guy is bad news, I can feel it.