Get up.” He grunted and got up. Holden went to take a shower and Maxynn when to talk to their parents. She asked if she could stay home, because she...didn’t really “feel too well”. She just really actually wanted to hang out with her best friend, Abigail. Her parents agreed to let her stay home, they were only going to be gone a couple hours anyways. A little while after they left, Abigail was over and up in Maxynn’s room. She couldn’t help herself, she had to spill the beans about her and. No need to hurt him, I tell myself for the thousandth time. And I feel the familiar rush of shame.Goddammit, girl, I say. At least be honest with yourself. What you really mean is: there is no need to risk his love. No need to lose his comfortable embrace, your comfortable life.And most of all, there is no need to bring up your child alone.Go on, Irene, delude yourself. What you really mean is: no need to hurt yourself. You are a selfish, immature slut.The rims of my eyes burn. Tears are never. I suddenly realised we hadn’t spoken more than half a dozen words to each other since we left the changing rooms. But to be honest, I don’t think talking was what either of us had on our minds right then. So we stood in relative silence taking in what was going on around us and thinking about what had gone on earlier. With neither of us knowing “swinging club etiquette,” we decided we would finish our drinks then go and explore the club. After about ten minutes, I was about to say to Chrissie,. It was a little secret, and all of them had the same secret.Now the catch, with Jack, was that, sometimes, when he was watching a blowjob scene, he imagined the cock entering his mouth! He quickly tried to forget, it was only a thought, but... It was there.What would a cockhead taste like? He didn't know, he didn't want to know, he was no fag, but he had done his share of wondering.A little more, actually. He had only seen Julie's straight and lesbian films. Just that. But, a couple of weeks.