New Life in Rianate 1 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 1

... phone back in my pocket and saw Dallas banging his head on the table while laughing. He sat up then wiped his eye. “Rats? Ahaha.” “I told you, stupid. Stank Bitch doesn’t know when to shut up either,” I snickered. “She seems like a hoe. No wonder her boyfriend cheated on her,” Dallas smiled. “No, it was probably because the girl he cheated with slept with every guy at school. Like, twice.” Dallas held up two fingers and I nodded. He laughed again while I stole some of his fries. “Hey!” He reached over and took some of mine. “Hey! I was gonna eat those!” I chuckled. “Well,” Dallas shrugged, “sucks to suck.” “Are you talking about dick because I’m pretty sure you’ve got that covered.” “You ever been shot in the leg?” I tried to hold back my laughs as I ate the fries. We finished eating then started walking by the car garage—which I completely am in love with. “Have you been in the garage?” Dallas asked. “Yes. I found the car I want to marry,” I laughed. “Huh. Well, you’re allowed to start driving when you turn 19. And, there’s a Lamborghini Asterion lpi 910-4 and I think you’d like it.” “Don’t make me cry, please.” Dallas gave me a playful punch on the arm and I laughed. He said he needed to get back to the apartments so he could put his bow back and I offered to come. “Are you sure? I mean, like, seriously?” “Why wouldn’t I want to come?” I laughed. “Because clean is not me,” Dallas smiled. I shrugged as we started toward the apartments. The apartments were called Ria.24, ...

... Ria. 99 and Ria. 37 and they were damn nice. Three tall buildings aligned horizontally and there were lots of plant life surrounding it. The building were close enough to be connected but for some reason they weren’t, no one knew why. Dallas said he stayed in the middle so we entered the glass double doors. The place didn’t look like your typical lobby, it was more “Rian-ified” and cooler. We got to his place—which was right between the Twins’—and he opened his door. Dallas was nowhere close to messy, he was neat! Everything was in place except for a few loose clothes on the bed. There were six rooms: a kitchen, bedroom, dining room, living room, bathroom and a small closet in the hallway. The last room was where he kept his bows so I followed him in. Dallas cut on the light and I almost died. There were somewhere around fifty bows lined up on the wall on nice shelves. (They looked like some shit Batman would have, ya know, nicely stored in the Batcave. I wondered if he had an Alfred…) The bows were cool but the number of bolts and arrows he had were beyond amazing. There were ones with green tips, blue tips, red tips and much more. I walked over to a type with a weird yellow and teal tip. I reached out to touch it but he quickly grabbed my arm. “That’s poison. Don’t touch it,” Dallas said. “Oh. Okay,” I chuckled. He rolled his eyes then let me go. I looked at the different crossbows and regular bows he had and they were quite impressive. Some looked like the ones used in ...