I fortify myself before walking through the door. I avoid eye contact with Art and sit at a desk in the middle of the classroom, as far away from him as possible. Just like I knew he would, Art moves from the desk in the back to sit at the empty one next to me.
“You like when I chase you, don’t you?”
“Why do you like to provoke Trevor?”
“His reaction entertains me.”
“This isn’t a joke,” I snap.
“Turn to chapter three in your textbook. Complete the first two pages. Keep in mind there will be a quiz on Friday.” Mr. Hall sits behind his desk and starts typing away on his laptop.
I take a pencil, paper, and textbook from my book bag to begin the assignment.
“Your pussy is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. I want more,” Art whispers in my ear as he leans over the desk.
His words make me instantly horny.
“You have to stay away from me.” He makes me so damn weak.
“Why didn’t you lock your bedroom door?”
“What?”
“If you wanted me to stay away, you would’ve locked your door. You knew damn well I was going to come to your bedroom, right where you wanted me.”
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I left the door unlocked because subconsciously I wanted him to come.
I never should’ve gone down this route with him. I’m going to spin out of control eventually.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because tonight when the house is quiet, I’m going to creep up to your bedroom and ram my dick inside your tight pussy.”
I think about the events over the last few weeks while I eat a bowl of cereal at the dining room table. Art has visited my bedroom for the last three nights, and like the slut I’m becoming, I’ve welcomed him with open arms.It’s almost like I’ve known him my whole life. Art left my bedroom on Sunday right after he came, but lately he stays with me until dawn. Not even the fear of being caught prompts me to deny him. During the night, I’m transported to a dreamland, but when the sun rises, I crash back to reality. I always fall asleep in his arms, but he remains awake. He avoids sleep like the plague in an attempt to elude his demons, but he’s only human, so eventually his body shuts down, seeking the rest it needs. He tosses and turns, his body drenched in sweat and his face wet with tears from his battle with his subconscious. The first night, he pushed me away when I tried to console him, but in his vulnerable state, he couldn’t fight me off for long. I held him and after a while, he let down his guard, holding on to me like a lifeline.
“Tell me about Cole.”
Art’s head rests in my lap as my fingertips run along the beautiful tattoo of his brother. I was in awe of the image when I first laid eyes on it.
He didn’t respond for so long, I thought he wouldn’t answer.
“He was amazing.”
I wipe the tears from his face.
“What did he like to do?”
He gives a small smile. “He loved books about cars. He begged me to read at bedtime mostly every night. He loved all the Marvel characters too.”
“Who was his favorite?”
“The Hulk. He called him the Green Giant. Green became his favorite color.”
“Art?”
“Yeah?”
