Good Boy

The next morning I woke up on he couch, alone. I sat up and rubbed my eyes lazily and stretched. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. When I was done I made my way into the kitchen. I saw what time it was and my eyes grew. It was eight in the morning. I had only slept a a total of three hours. But I knew I wasn't getting back to sleep again, so I pulled out my phone and texted Lindsey.

'Wanna meet up?' I sent. I knew I needed to tell her how I felt. I just hoped she'd understand. I took a quick shower and pulled on some clothes. I made sure to make them not very tight or anything. I didn't want her to get the idea that we were gonna hook up. It sounded silly, but I knew what tight pants did to a person.

'Be there at yours at 9?' she texts back. I send a 'K' before starting to tidy up the apartment.In this short time off living with Frank, I've found that he is an extremely messy person to live with. Before, I didn't have to pick up half of much. Either way, I was okay with it. It was nice to live with someone. Plus, Frank paid his share around here now that he worked. He paid for groceries and his share of the rent. Meanwhile, I was providing him with clothes too. He didn't have anything with hi, when he came to my home, so he borrowed my clothes. I was fine with it. The only problem was half the time my pants wee too big for him. I would just chuckle as he struggled to keep them up. Some (okay most...... okay all) looked batter on him than they did on me. Even if they didn't fit. That's just how unattractive my body was. Some of the clothes started to smell like him.

I hear a knock at the door and I nervously walk over. I gather up what courage I have and open the door. Lindsey is standing there looking as beautiful as ever. She has a flowy black summer dress on and her hair is curing around her face. She smiles up at me, showing off her signature red-lipstick covered smile. Its honestly beautiful. For a moment, I didn't want to go through with what I'm about to do, but I shake it off knowing its best. We hug and I invite her in, making coffee.

"So where's this mysterious roommate of yours?" she asks. "Is he even real? Your apartment looks the same. Just smells like.......Dog?"

My entire body stiffens and I am almost speechless. I choose to ignore her dog comment, hoping she'll forget about it so I don't have to answer about it. "Uh..... he's at work and he doesn't really have much stuff" I say as I take a sip of my own coffee. She slight nods, not asking any further questions.

"So I was gonna wait to give you a proper invitation, but I can't wait to tell you. I have an art showing next month, you in?" she giggle.

"An art showing? Lindsey that's huge! I wouldn't miss it for the world" I gasp and grab her body, pulling her into a hug. I was secretly jealous of her, her art had taken off a lot better than mine had. But I was so proud of her. When I pulled away from the hug she surprised me by crashing our lips together. I tasted her lips on mine and I couldn't help but kiss her back. It just felt too good. She opened her mouth and I slid my tongue in her mouth. Our coffee completely forgotten. Her hands wrap around my neck and I rest my hands on her hips. The fabric of her dress is so thin that I can feel her underwear lining through it. I can feel her blobs pressing into my chest and I felt almost crushed. I liked guys cause they didn't have this block. With a guy, I could press my entire body up against his. With a girl, there was two bumps separating me from that type of intimacy.

I mean her tits are still great, don't get me wrong.

I let myself get lost for a moment in the kissing before I realize where this might lead to and I pull away. I had had sex with Lindsey many times, but I couldn't today. Not when I was about to break it off with her. I couldn't break up with her now though without being an asshole because of her art showing. I couldn't ruin her mood like that.

I yawned. Maybe I should've gone back to sleep earlier. I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me and I could tell Lindsey knew how tired I was .

She giggled. "How much sleep did you get last night?'

"Not enough"

"C'mon" she took my hand and lead me to my bedroom. When we got there I was bout to lay on the bed when I remembered the pile of wicken books still lay on my bed.

"What are these?" she asked frantically. She picked them up and I saw her eyes go wide. I suddenly felt more awake as I tried to think of an excuse.

"Nothing" is all I was able to say.

"Gerard. Why do you have these?" She emphasized.

"I cant.... I can't tell you" I said. She dropped the books and rushed out of the room.

"I have to go" she panicked. I heard the door slam and I was left there, stunned.

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