Being More Social - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Being More Social - Chapter 9

... wordlessly agreed and we got in the car. "I figured with the way you and May are, it would be best to make two trips." He had no clue how right he was. Clueless yet wise as usual. "Good call." I remarked flatly. He started the car and turned to me. "So, how was it? I understand why you wanted to leave immediately." He told me with a smile. "Sorry, Paul, would you mind if I asked for a little silence? No disrespect or anything, I just... Rough night." I responded. Paul got the message immediately. "You bet. Hope things get better soon." He said simply as he got onto the street. And that was the last thing either one of us said to each other that night. *** My bed had never felt more comfortable than that night. My parents were still up by the time I got home, wanting to make sure their little boy was okay after his first party, and I used up the last of my energy convincing them I was fine and had fun. Afterwards, I immediately went to my bed with barely enough energy to take my clothes off, and finally fell into a deep sleep, feeling haunted. Haunted by my own actions. I was a god damn cheater. I truly was an asshole. And now, as far as the school was concerned, I was about to be a rapist. My mind travelled back a few months that night, as I realized just how much I hated myself again, for just being Adam, for existing. "Adam." My conscience seemed to call out to me, mocking me. "Adam!" It was relentless, needing only my own name and nothing more to insult me. "Adam!!" A ...

... sharp tap jolted me awake. Someone threw a rock at my window. Rubbing my eyes, I lazily hauled myself out of bed. Who the hell could that be? Did Megan find out already? Was May back for more blackmail? Nope. It was Nicole, looking as self-assured as ever. I opened the window, letting a cold breeze in. However, it looked like I was experiencing the tropics compared to Nicole, who was still in her bathrobe. "F-f-fucking finally." She rasped with chattering teeth. "Could I come in? We need to talk." Normally, I would have either gotten mad at her or just asked if it could wait, but I was emotionally sapped tonight and really didn't give a crap about anything. "Sure," I tossed out the window emotionlessly. I looked back at my door and added, "The front door is..." And turned back to see that she had already expertly scaled my wall and was climbing in through my window. She shut it behind her and shivered. "J-Jesus Christ, Princess Aurora." She complained. "How deep a sleeper are you?! You kept me waiting for five minutes." "Sorry." I flatly responded then climbed back into bed on autopilot. Nicole jolted to attention, noticing how I was acting. "Are you okay?" She asked me urgently. "I'm fine." I lied. "Long day. Really sleepy. What do you need?" "W-well..." She started, still shivering. Despite my state, I still took pity on Nicole, whom I knew hated the cold to begin with. "It's warmer in the bed." I offered. I certainly didn't need to tell her twice. Instantly, she hopped in the ...