Tyler’s pov

Was I really about to do this to get information on whoev er had written the word whore on Layla’s locker?

I looked at Karen’s house, more specifically her room. It was lit up and I was sure she was waiting for me in there.

I let out an irritated breath and got out of the car. I ap proached the front door and rang the bell.

In just a few minutes someone’s footsteps approach the door. When the door pried open | smile at Karen’s mother awkwardly.

“Oh it’s you Tyler. Thought it was the pizza delivery guy.” Karen’s mom laughed lightly.

“Sorry about visiting this late ma’am, Karen asked me to help her with our history homework that’s due tomorrow.” 

I wasn’t even good at history.

“Oh I know about that, Karen has already informed me that you’d be visiting. And please, how many times must I tell you to call me Kerry?” She giggled and opened the door wider.

“Come in. Come in. Haven’t seen you here in a while.” She smiles and I return an awkward one that she looked past.

Stepping into the house, I stiffen when she ‘accidentally’ squeezed my bicep. She giggled like a school girl. “Oh sorry. You’ve gotten even more toned.”

DODL

Igrit my teeth.

One of the reasons why I avoided coming to Karen’s and usually brought her over to my place was because of her leeching mother who always sees fit to touch me inappropri ately.

A grown woman with a husband and a daughter I had been banging wasn’t my type regardless of my reputation.

gritted teeth. I was this close to blowing a fuse today,

disappointed that I didn’t want to engage in a conversation any

with a disap pointed

you.”

and stalked over to the stairs. Skipping two at a time to get there quicker and away from Kerry’s creepy glare

looking down the hall to see Kerry already at the top stair, smiling

knocked on Karen’s door

with impatience on my

are the two women

of disgust snaked down my spine as peeked at Kerry’s seductive

relieved when Karen’s loud voice tells me to

run into her room, closing the

girly room and nearly got blinded by

her room and by the sound of

saw that she still

never in a serious relation ship,

out seeing as mostly all the girls I’ve been with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo al bum, so I didn’t

had lined on the shelves were actually real,

creeped out that she still kept them despite

we would never go back to

lined on the shelves

the shelves I push my hands into the pocket of my

walks out with a small short towel that barely cov ered her pussy and

cock stirred like it would usually do when my eyes feasted on a naked

fingers tingled like they had done for Layla to touch every inch

itching to get out of

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