The Love Shared - S01 E21

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The Love Shared - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

"Haven't you been checking your phone?" she asked, "I've been waiting for ages." she told me as I looked around trying to find a clock.

"It's seven forty, I mumbled, "You said eight." she looked as though she had as much sleep last night as I did.

"When a girl says eight, they mean seven thirty. You'll have to learn this.' she told me walking passed me into the house.

"Fair enough," I mumbled.

"How was your night?" I asked leading her into my bedroom, I picked up my shirt and slipped into it.

"Well you know what I told you about Paige right? Well that's just the beginning of it. Turns out aside from her twelve inch friend, she makes a shit tonne of money doing an online web-cam thing. I really couldn't believe the stories she was telling me. She asked me to do some digging into some of the screen names that were her highest paying clients. Sordid, that's all I can say, sordid." she sald.

I had began to do my neck-tie when she stepped across the room and began fastening it for me.

There was a moment when our eyes locked, and it was the kind of moment that comes around once in your life. It was the perfect time for me to grab her and kiss her. But didn't get the chance, as she took a step back and checked her phone.

"I had some missed calls from my parents last night and this morning, just checking in on me i guess." she said.

"Have you decided what you're going to do?" I asked, she shook her head in reply. I figured that it must be hard, and she couldrit have had much downtime last night, with Paige and her twelve inch dildo being drilled into her ear.

"Come on then, let's go." I said.

After the weekend that I had, it was a long day. All I could think about was Mom back at home. I had Zak chewing my ear off the entire day about Miss Whittle, the news of her sex tape online hadn't spread yet, this was evident when I walked into class and saw her sitting behind her desk.

"I guess you need to work harder," I muttered to Faye as I passed her. I heard her friend next to her ask her why I was talking to her, I didn't catch Faye's response but I knew it was probably dismissing my existence.

I remembered that it was hardly a week ago when she claimed to have no idea who I was, she's so amusing.

"Dude, what're we playing tonight?" Zak asked. I had to think for a moment as to what he was talking about but then I remembered that every Monday he comes to mine and we play Xbox. As a way to take the edge off of our Monday.

"I dunno man, I might be busy. I told him, it wasn't the best time for him to come over. I didn't want him to walk through the door and see something he shouldn't

"But come on man, it's the Monday classic. You kick my ass on Left for Dead and I check out the ass of your Morm. Winning combination." he told me with a sly smile.

"Ha-ha," I replied sarcastically, "Things are a little weird at home, and in other news, Dad left." I told him.

"Well that's even better, I get to stare at your Mom's ass and not get a beer can thrown at my head!" he exclaimed.

Before I could clip him on the ear, felt a buzz against my leg. I pulled my phone out and saw that I had a text from Faye, I managed to resist from looking round at her, I read the text and realised that the hole I was in wasn't getting any more shallow. It read;

Coming to yours after school:

its strange how a day can suddenly speed up when you don't want it to. Before I knew it I was walking through the exit gates with Zak at my side and Faye keeping her distance behind me.

"Lose him. Please. Read her latest text as we reached the point in the road where he would go left and I would go right.

"Dude, just got a text from my Mom. Can't do tonight, I have relatives coming." I lied. I saw disappointment sweep over his face, "Seriously?" he asked. I nodded my head and we said our goodbyes, arranging the game session for tomorrow instead.

As soon as he was out of sight, Faye appeared by my side. "Sorry" she said, "Just don't feel like going straight home."

"I get that." I replied, "We need to figure out what you're going to do next. I told her as we walked onto our street. "We will," she replied.

I opened the door slowly, asking Faye to wait on thee porch as I checked things out. She looked a little confused but I didn't care.

checked things out. She looked a little confused but I didn't care.

The last thing I wanted was Bobbie running at me talking about yesterday, or Mom stood in her lingerie waiting for me. I could only imagine Faye's reaction.

When I saw that the kitchen and lounge were empty I called her into the house, "Wouldn't your Mom be picking your sister up?" she asked.

Of course she would be, I suddenly felt like an idiot and began loosening my neck tie. I tossed my bag onto the table and took Fayes, putting it on the kitchen table next to mine I knew that Mom would see when she walked in.

We headed upstairs and into my room, I took off my jacket and rolled up the sleeves on my shirt. Faye just walked in and sat on the edge of my bed, she got her phone out of her jacket pocket and began looking through it.

I watched her for a moment, her sitting on my bed were how all of my fantasies started. She was crossed legged, her skirt came to just above her knees, and just under her knee was where her socks began.

Her recently dyed blonde hair had been tied back in a ponytail, as her eyes scanned her phone they flicked up to me.

"You're staring." she said.

"I know," I told her. It was brave, I know, but I felt that we had reached the point where we could be honest with one another. I shoved my hands into my trouser pockets and looked out of the window.

There was a long silence before either of us spoke, and it was her. "You wanna know something personal?" she asked. She didn't wait for my reply, my attention was all the answer she needed as I pulled up my computer chair and sat down to face her.

"I've always worked to be different from everyone else, I've blended in to my surroundings to keep a low profile and I was an island to myself. But a sad part of me, like millions of others, wanted sex to be special. Wanted my first time to mean something. Obviously everyone sucks during their first time, I know that, but if it meant more than just sex then the first time would be with someone that would share the second time, and the third and so on. But it was taken away from me, taken by the people who are supposed to mean the most to me. I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but I'm going to make them pay. And I not only need your help, but I actually want it".