JUNEMy mind was plagued with thoughts of the plans Mark made with me. Though he was certain the plan would work, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to date my best friend.Kristen didn't come over to pick me up after school, and neither did he call me. That was why I had Mark drive me home since I didn't come with my credit card, and I knew he wouldn't lend some money to me when he could take me home.“We don't need to pretend when we are together.” He smiled, to ease my mind. “We will only do that with your uncle.”He must have known what I was thinking about; that made me sigh twice.“It's not that. It's just that…" I sighed again, glancing out of the window before I turned to face him. “I haven't dated anyone before, so I don't know how to do that. And let's not forget that you are my damn best friend.”He chuckled, “I see why you looked so troubled. Don't worry, I will help you out.” He winked at me, “I will take the lead. All you need to do is follow. Now, I need you to
KRISTEN Edith cooked and cleaned.Helplessly, I was left to watch her from the kitchen doorway. From the back, her black gown tightly clung to her hips, outlining her curves.Once in a while, I would go in and look around, eager to lend a helping hand but she had everything completely under control.When I saw her cutting a large chunk of meat, I cleared my throat, "I feel so bad stressing you out like this."She laughed but didn't look back. "You are so funny, Kristen. An excavator can't get me out of this kitchen. And before you ask, no, I don't need your help."I sighed. "I guess I'll just stay here and be useless then.""Nah, you're not useless here. I appreciate your company."I had no idea she knew I had been at the door. "I'll just sit here then." I sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and watched her as she cooked. Her moves were meticulous. She didn't cook messily. I was surprised to see that there was hardly a drop of water on the counter or any cooking debris around the
KRISTEN Picturing June's pussy wasn't so difficult. Imagining a vibrator on her clit wasn't difficult because I had seen her do that before now.I saw her black hair on my crotch, her face on my cock. She looked up, her expressive brown eyes smiling into mine.She slurped the juices her pussy left on my cock, all the time, smiling into my eyes.I could almost hear her moans as she sat on my cock again to ride the hell out of me.A part of my mind told me I was doing something wrong, but my erect cock wasn't going to satisfy itself.As my abdomen tensed and I felt tingling in my balls, a warning filtered into my head: I couldn't cum on June's sheets.With a grunt, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching how June's scent slid on my cock, stroking me to the tip and going down to my shaft before repeating the process."Ahh, fuck, June." The build-up started from the legs and settled with a tingle on the tip of my cock. I shivered, put the underwear aside and struggled to her bathroom. "Fuc
JUNEDinner was strained between us. After the argument/conversation, I had with my uncle, he left for work or wherever it was he went (not that I cared one bit about that).I was too damned drained to bother about him, and coupled with chatting with Mark almost for an hour, I forgot about Kristen. But now, watching him as he tried to eat with his focus solely on the food in front of him, I felt this damned urge to lean over the table, tightly wrap my hand around the collar of his shirt and tug hard until he comes to his damned senses. “What's wrong? Don't you like the food?” For the first time since we started eating, he spoke, looking up at me with a concerned expression on his face…“Nah,” I peered down at the rice noodles mixed with braised beef sauce. This isn't my favourite food, but it's one of the few foods that I enjoy eating. That's why Kristen makes it anytime he pisses me off. “It's good,” I tried not to let my frustrations seep through my words. “Then, why do you look..
JUNE“Don't say that, June!” “Why? You don't seem to want me anymore, so I'm leaving!” I pushed him off me and ran out of the house.“Doll!” He called out to me, running towards me as I tried to outrun him. This late at night, only a few people were out on the street. “June!” Before I could run out of his property, to the street, he caught up with me and wrapped his hand around my waist as a form of restraint. “Let me go!” I thrashed, crying out as I tried to get out of his grip. “Let me go!”“You need to calm down, June.” He carried me back into the house while I tried to get him to let me go. “Let me go, you caveman!” I kicked like crazy. “I don't wish to return to your fucked-up house! You can't force me to do that!” I cried out. I yelled so loud, trying to get him to let me go, but he seemed hell-bent on holding me tight until I gave up. “This is your house!” He banged the door behind him and carried me into the house until we got to the parlour. He threw me on the couch, “
JUNEThough Kristen didn't speak of the conversation we had, I can tell that he hasn't given up on not accepting Mark. He made my favourite chocolate-sprinkled doughnuts and waffles. While he drank some juice, I opted for milk.It has been long since I had those with doughnuts.“What are you doing after school? I will pick you up at 3,” he suddenly said, causing me to snap my head up, shocked by those words.“Me?” I peered at him. “I intend to go on a date with Mark. He spoke of it yesterday, but—”“I'm taking you to the company with me this afternoon. There are things I need your help with,” he cut my words short without letting me complete them.“Why today?” I took a bite of my doughnuts, slowly chewing on them before I washed them down with my milk. “We can do whatever it is you need my help with, some other day, but not today,” I checked the time on my phone to know when Mark was arriving.“It has to be today. And not only that, but I'm taking you to school. Call Mark and tell him
JUNEMy mind was plagued with thoughts of my uncle and that woman who calls herself, whatever it is her name is.Edna, or something like that.I just don't care about her. All I want is to get my uncle far away from her, from her damn clutches. We just can't take any chances with her. But Mark said she's not a bother. He asked me to leave her, and I'm planning on that, though I don't trust her.“Where are you heading after class?” Mark leaned towards me to ask, raising a perfect brow at me.“Your house. I want him to come begging, on his knees.” My lips curved at the side, “he will do that when I don't return after 5. He will surely come knocking.”“Or rather drag you away kicking and screaming?” He chuckled low under his breath.Luckily, we are at the back of the class. Else, we would have been caught by the lecturer.“Shut the hell up, Mark!” I growled under my breath, staring hard at him, “I will have you kicked to the curb.”“Oh, don't bother, my love. I only have good thoughts for
KRISTEN God help me!I palmed my face as the car drove into the street and out of view. Not only did June manage to embarrass me, but she might have also angered Edith."Edith, I am so sorry," I started, already feeling weak. "I don't—""Kristen, stop," she smiled reassuringly and tugged on my arm. "I'm not mad. C'mon, let's go in."If I had half the level of coordination Edith has, I would probably be the best uncle in the world to June.When we got to the sitting room, the first question she asked was, "Have you had breakfast?""Yeah, I did." After a while, I added, "I'm fine." Realizing that she was the only one who always asked about my well-being, I cleared my throat, "So, what about you? Are you okay?"She nodded and smiled, "Trust me, I am fine. Just wanted to check on you before heading to the office."That is slowly becoming a habit. And I am not complaining. It's not every day you find someone that cares about you."Thanks. Well, as you can see, I'm surviving.""I can see th