Which brings me back to this moment, watching Drew sleep. I don’t feel an all-out attraction to him, but he’s easy. So many of the other guys I fi...d myself physically attracted to are either childish buffoons or over-privileged assholes who get off on treating other people like shit. Drew’s none of that. He’s nice to me. He’s nice to other people. He’s mature. He’s steady. He’s easy to be around. And I just feel like he worships the ground I walk on. And he’s sleeping just inches from me in. It just didn’t seem fair that she had never done anything to this girl but yet she hated Sara for the simple fact that she was not pretty and popular like herself. The salt on the wound for Sara was that she had Chad believing that she was all goodness and sunshine. Men were such idiots sometimes. That night in her bed, she tossed and turned, thinking about her run in with Chad. She felt hot and uncomfortable especially… down there. She pushed away her covers away from her body. Instinctively. I could give a damn myself but he is having some issues. He finally came clean that he wants my ass badly and he is pissed off at me because I am not gay. He says that it is love and he hopes that I am going to switch teams. He is one of my oldest friends, i love him to death, and i told him that if i could be gay I would do it for him. He asked me to give him a chance and figured to fair that he deserved one. I let him take me out and try some of his moves. Hell! I even let him suck my dick a. “Please Master,” I begged, whimpering now. “Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Master, if it so pleases you.” “Prove yourself, whore,” he said as he came to a standstill by the edge of the bed. I looked up and he gave me a nod. I crawled towards him and when given my cue I stood. I began to unbutton his shirt, taking my time with the pearl buttons. He watched me but remained still. Silent. I pushed the shirt from him. I undid his zipper and his cock, taut and erect, fell from his.