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together and let’s go see our girl.”

    Hearing that Kenny was worried about me. Not her broken arm. Not her falling, and me not saving her. But that she was only worried about me did something to me. My chest felt all warm and fuzzy. It felt like my belly was doing somersaults. I didn’t know how to explain, or define the feeling back then. It wasn’t till later I realised it was my first adventure into love. Brushing off my shorts, and rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands I told my dad,
    “Okay. I’m ready to go see Kenny now dad.”

    From the minute I saw my Kendall so tiny and tucked in that big hospital bed with her little arm in that big purple cast, purple was her favourite colour and still is, the way her pretty lips spread into the biggest smile when I walked in I knew that day I fell for Kendall for sure. I fell hard. It became a love that is deeper than that you have for your friends. More pure than the love you have for your family. Even more beautiful than the love you have for your child. I knew then this love will be one that lasts the ages. One that will never die. No matter what happens. I knew that day I would love Kendall forever. Pity I fucking destroyed her love for me. I crushed the beautiful, smart, sexy girl that was, and still is, my everything. It’s a shame I couldn’t see past my own nose to see that Kendall was meant to be in my world.

    Ripping me from my sweet memories of Kendall the she bitch screams,
    “Yes. Yes. Oh fuck yes. Do me Dec. Harder.”

    Grabbing my ass the bitch digs her nails in making me snarl.
    “Jesus Christ. Pull back on the claws.” Grunting I shove into her to try and make sure I ended this shit quickly. Roughly slamming my thumb down, I grind it on her clit.

    “I’m, I’m coming. Blow now Dec. I wanna feel you come.” It isn’t gonna happen. I never does. Fuck knows why she bothers requesting it. We both know once I pull out, and made my way to the bathroom locking the door I’ll deflate, or jerk off ending it myself. I never come in her. Ever. Not only am I smart enough to double wrap my junk. I haven’t come in the bitch since the night I planted my baby in her. I’d never meant to come in her then either. The fucking condom broke, and here we fucking are.

    I’d been blowing and goin for three years when I got together with Isabella Carmichael. Until half way through senior year of high school she’d been nothing, but a blip on my radar. Shit I hadn’t fucked her then, and even the girls I had were barely a blip. Which could only mean she was less than that. Barely a star in my orbit. I was hung the fuck up on my best friend. I knew that I had needs, and when I had just turned fifteen those needs overtook me, and my rationality. I was a horny fucking kid, and I seriously needed to fuck some of my frustration out. Lusting after and loving your best friend for six years will do that to a kid.

    I would never touch Kendall like that though. She was too young. Too innocent. She was everything that was perfect and bright in this world. There was no way I would be willing to dirty that up because I needed to get laid. I wanted to wait for Kendall to be ready. Show me in some little way she wanted me like that too. I wanted to be a better man for her. I wanted to make it perfect. So at fifteen I found chicks that were fun. One’s that were easy, and knew how to keep their mouths shut. Unless they were takin my cock that is.

    First chick I fucked was a girl named Liz. She was two years older than me, and loose as fuck. Her morals and her pussy. She fucked anything, and at the time I can remember thinking it was good. At least she’d know what she’s doing, and I was right. The bitch was hot and wet. She sucked cock like a hoover sucks carpet and I felt nothing. Well sure my dick did, but my head kept screaming at me to stop. That it wasn’t who it wanted, and my heart. Well that stupid fucker probably cried because it wasn’t Kendall he was