She Doesn't Take the Bait
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! I mean on the one hand, I’d never see anything like this at home! And on the other, well, like, it was just gross!
And I was, like, excited to be seeing a porno, I mean. no one would ever believe I was seeing one. But like, it was not very, um, nice.
I must have had a weird look on my face because he said, “Hey, you want me to turn it off?”
“Yeah.” I managed. He shut it off and I must have been holding my breath because I let it out in a huge whoosh.
“So. You wanna finish the scary movie?”
“Not really.”
“I was liking holding you. Come on! I want to hold you again,” he begged.
“Um, I think I’d better go.”
“Why! Stay! Pleeeeease?” he whined.
“Like, I think I have this thing, um, like, I have to go to my grandma’s.” I tried to lie my way out the door.
“One more kiss.”
“No.”
“Just one. Please?” He made the saddest face. I pecked him.
“Now can I go?”
“Okay. I’ll walk you home. I want to see your room.”
“No way!” I felt repulsed.
“Hey, you saw mine! You owe me!”