ProfNigma Stories #4: Falling Pieces #5 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #4: Falling Pieces #5

... Andre's room, doing little more than shooting the breeze. Andre was tuning his guitar while Robbie sat on Andre's bed and played with his pear phone, and Nate was throwing a mini basketball into a mini hoop. To the casual observer, it seemed like the most boring Saturday afternoon ever. The guys had eaten at Nozu for lunch, but the sushi didn't exactly fit Nate's sensibilities so they stopped at In And Out on the way to Andre's. After some awkward silence, Andre spoke up. "So, I was thinking of writing a song about our senior year and then perform it around graduation." "And you're starting now?" Robbie retorted. "No... But I'm trying to take note of events and important stuff that I can add to the song, and I figured-" "ANDRE!" came a loud voice from downstairs. "Yes, Grandma?!" he shouted back. "I JUST SAW ON TV THAT THEY ARE RECALLING TOMATOES!" "And?!" "I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Robbie and Nate exchanged awkward glances, wondering if they should take this as a cue to leave. "Grandma! You're not gonna die from some recalled tomatoes... you don't even eat tomatoes!" "YEAH BUT TOMATOES MIGHT HAVE TOUCHED MY FOOD!" "Fine! I will go out and get you more food once my friends go home!" "OK, ANDRE!" Andre breathed a deep sigh, before continuing, "So like I was saying, I thought I'd get some ideas from you guys." "You could write about Mr. Skinnyjeans here," Nate said, pointing at Robbie. "You're a dick. You know that, Nate?" Robbie said, sitting up. "Yeah, but I'm a handsome dick ...

... with a damn handsome-" "Guys!" Andre interrupted just in time. "While I think that might be worth a line or two, I'm not gonna do that to Robbie... well, unless I can think of a rhyme for 'attempted ****'." "Cemented g****?" Nate said with unmatched speed, until he thought about his words as the two looked at him as if he was crazy. "Lamented tape?" "Yeah…" Andre said, trying not to laugh, "all we need is someone to make a tape that they regret and we've got a song. "I hate you both..." Robbie said, grabbing his shoes to head out the door. "Wait, man, I was just k*dding," Nate said, stopping Robbie in his tracks. "You mocking me, I get. But Andre, it kinds hurts." "Yo, Robbie. Come back. I promise, for at least the next week, I will not mention the situation again unless you ask me to." "If you do," Robbie said, turning around. "You have to wear a dress to school the next day." "Deal." Andre and Robbie shook hands, and Robbie resumed his place on Andre's bed. "So... now what?" "No idea..." Andre said, rapidly realizing he had no talking points outside of Robbie's mishap. "I saw you talking to Cat after we left from lunch yesterday, and then she looked upset when she came back... What was up with that?" "I really…" Andre and Nate eyed him, already knowing that he was going to say that he didn’t want to talk about it. "Fine… Cat was being nice to me and I took that for a move, and I went for it, and it did not work out." "I reckon so," Nate said, pulling up a chair to face Robbie ...