Looking to Score

by Carrie Gray

Apparently, if you genuinely believed that your pussy deserved to be thoroughly fucked, then mother universe or Oprah would dropkick that motherfucker right into your lap. And I lived by that.

It took ten minutes for me to feel like said bad bitch. I was a medium bitch. An over-easy bitch.

It was like I left my body and was looking down upon the world with my lady garage open and ready for his bus of a dick to park itself right up in there.

“I really like you. I don’t do the whole girlfriend thing, yeah. And if we’re being honest, this will probably blow up in our faces.”

“But I think about you all the time—and not just because you set five million alarms on my phone. I think about if there’s anyone to take care of you. I wonder if you’re eating. I wonder what you look like naked…”

“I think about kissing you. Everywhere. I bet you taste so

fucking s...

words. “I think about what you’re going to do after college. And for the first time in a long time, I think about how my actions affect someone else. I’m just a boy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to go have dinner with me, then hold my hand at a party...

“Ah shit,” Oakley sighed. “No. I saw Heath talking to you, and I just…” “Got adorably jealous and came to my rescue?” I offered. “Got ferociously protective and planned to beat his ass in your honor.” I chuckled. “Come

“We can take things slow,” I replied. “I don’t want you dipping in any infected ponds while we’re sharing a lily pad, though.”