Things in my life couldn't be any better. I had a great boyfriend, a job, and lots of friends. I wasn't out to all of my friends, but I didn't care. All I knew is that I loved KB with all of my heart. I thought he was the most trusting, understanding loveable guy I knew. Well, it had been 2 months since he first told me he loved me. I called him up and asked him if he wanted to come over and stay the night. He said he did, and that he would be down in a couple minutes. I decided to ask my Mom if I could order pizza, since I was having a friend over. She said I could, so I ordered it. The guy who I talked to on the phone said that there was going to be about an hour wait, I told him that that was fine, and he said okay. The pizza got to my house before KB did, I was beginning to wonder what was taking him so long. He only lived 3 houses down from me, and he told me he would be here in a couple of minutes. I cleared my mind, and tried to find something to occupy my time. I was watching TV for about 2 more hours, and KB still didn't show up. I was beggining to get angree at him for standing me up. I finally decided to call his house. I picked up the phone, and dialed his number. His Mom answered. "Hello?", she said. "Hi, hi this is Richard from down the street.....is KB there?" "No, sweetie, he went to stay the night at his friend Christopher's house," she replied. "Okay, thank you," I said. "Oh no problem sweetie, talk to you later, bye,"She said. "Bye", I hung up the phone. Sat back down on the couch, and just stared at the TV for a couple of seconds, then I got up, and walked up-stairs to my room. Closed my door, and layed in my bed. I was PISSED.
Then I picked the phone back up and decided to call KB's cellphone. It rang and rang and rang. No one answered. Then it went to his voicemail. I decided I was going to call back. This time it didn't even ring, it went straight to his voicemail. Now see if you know anything about cellphones, then you should know, that if you call a cellphone, and it goes straight to the voicemail, then that means that that persons, cellphone is now turned on. That completely pissed me off. I just decided, that I wasn't going to say anything to him about it, and I wasn't going to call him, I'd wait for him to call me. About 3 days later, he finally called me. I was mad at him still so after he said, "hello," I said, "Oh hi, I haven't talked to you in a while, and apparently, I am shooting for a longer length of time until I talk to you again!" Then I hung up on him. He called me right back. I didn't want to talk to him, so I picked up the phone, and hung it up. Then he called back for a third time, and I did the same, only this time I hung it up, and then picked it back up, and left it off the hook. About ten minutes later, KB was knocking on my door. I opened the door, and said, "I thought you would get the point after I hung up on you," Then I was shutting the door, and he pushed it back open and said, "Damn Rich, whats your problem?" I said, "Look.....I don't know why you like to stand people up, and not call them, but I don't want to be with anyone who doesn't know how to treat me." He asked me what I was talking about, and I told him that I was referring to the other night when I asked him if he wanted to come stay with me. He said, "Oh I'm sorry about that, I forgot." I told him he can forget my number too. Then I closed the door, and went to my room and sat there. I didn't understand it. I was the one who was sitting there getting all moody about things, and getting pissed off. But I felt more hurt that I did that to him, like a complete asshole. I decided to call him, and I appologized for hanging up on him and slamming the door in his face, and he said he was sorry for forgetting. Then I asked him who chris was, and he said his cousin. I then felt like a moron. I told him I was very sorry, and he said okay, "okay.....I understand." Then he asked me if he could just stay the night instead. I asked my Mom and told him that she said yeah. He said he was going to get something to wear tomorrow, and that he would be down shortly. I told him okay, and that I loved him. He said he loves me too. We hung up.
About a half an hour later, KB was knocking at my door. I opened it, and said, "come on in." He gave me that sexy smile of his, and said, "I think I might just do that." I took his bag, and we headed up to my room. When we got inside, he turned around and shut the door, and walked over to me, and kissed me on the lips. Then he started probing my mouth with his tongue. "Wait, lets save that for later," I said. He nodded, and smiled at me again. "So what do you want to do Richie?" "Do you want to go rent some movies?" "Sure." After making this decision, I borrowed my Mom's car, and we drove to the video store. We rented a couple horror movies, and some comedies. Then we drove back to my house, and decided to make some pop-corn, and get lots of soda to take to my room. Then, we put in one of the horror movies first. The movie was very frightening. I kept cuddling up close to KB everytime something scary happened. Everytime I did this, he would look down at me and smile. It felt so good to be held by him. When that movie was done, we decided to take an intermission, and go get something to eat. We went downstairs, and went through the kitchen cupboards, searching for something that was both appetizing, and delightful. We decided to have some left over chicken. I put it in the oven to heat it, rather than the microwave, because I do not trust the microwave. Then all of a sudden, KB's phone started ringing. He reached in his pocket, and pulled it out. He looked at it, then rolled his eyes, and answered it, saying, "Wassup." He was talking on the phone for about 10 minutes when I told him our Chicken was done. Then he said, "No one, I'll talk to you later....peace." I asked him how come he said, "No one." He told me because his cousin wanted to know who he was with, and he didn't want to say his boyfriend. I asked him why he couldn't of just told his cousin that he was with a friend. He said he didn't know and to just forget about it. For some reason, I didn't want to forget about it, but then again, I was thinking, "Whatever makes him happy."
That night, after we watched all of our movies, we decided it was time to go to bed. I turned off the lights and pulled the covers off of me. Then I rolled over, and rested my head on KB's chest, and put my arm over him. He started running his hands through my hair, and he said, "I don't know why, but I like your hair." "Thanks," I said. I started rubbing his stomache, and moving my hand down I came to the waistline of his shorts, and tucked my hand into them. Then I started playing with his dick. He told me to suck on it for him. So I went down, and pulled down his shorts, and started sucking his dick. He started to softly moan, and he put his hand on the back of my head, and started pushing me down farther and farther. His cock was getting harder and harder inside my mouth. I was sucking on his dick for about 10 minutes, with him squirming and moaning all the while. Then he told me he was about to cum, and he wanted to cum inside my mouth. He pushed my head down on his dick, and about 9 inches of it went down my throat when I felt it start to spasm, and contract, shooting its milk down my throat. After he was done cumming, I was still sucking on it. Then he told me to stop. I let it fall out of my mouth, and looked up at him. He smiled at me and said, your turn. Then he pulled down my shorts, and started sucking my dick. He was doing such a good job. He was licking the underside of the crown, and everything. I couldn't take much of this, and I ended up cumming down his throat too. Then we laid back down and fell asleep.
I woke up at about 9:30am, and noticed KB wasn't in the bed with me. I opened my eyes, and saw him sitting on the floor facing opposite me, and he was talking on his phone agian. He was kind of whispering something, but all I could here was him saying Chris. Then right after that, I heard him say I love you. The second I heard that, I jumped up out of my bed, and ran over to where he was sitting, and grabbed his phone from him. Then he jumped up and said, "What the fuck.....give me my phone back!" I told him no, and ran out of the room, and into the bathroom, where I shut and locked the door. I started going through the numbers, and the last number called was Chris. I then walked out of the bathroom, and looked at him straight in the face. I tried to keep myslef from crying in front of him, but I couldn't help it. I kept a straight face, but a tear fell from my eye. I handed him his phone, all the while never taking my eyes off of him, and he took it. Then looked down at it. The SECOND we broke eye contact, my fist went at his face. I hit him right across his cheekbone. It felt like I hit a brick wall, and it was the best feeling I've ever felt. His head jerked to the side, then he turned his head back to me. "Get all your fucking shit and get the fuck out of my house, you fucking nasty ass bitch," I said. He looked down at his feet, and turned around, and walked back into my room, got his bag, picked it up, and walked down the stairs, and out the door. I ran to my room, and slammed the door shut, layed down on my bed and started crying. I felt like I was being cut with a knife, from the inside out.
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