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You were sat at the kitchen table - chair a fair distance away from the table, your back stretched out awkwardly - scribbling down the remains of the maths homework you'd been set a week ago. Your mum was hovering - unintentionally - because she was blabbering down the phone again to your next-door neighbour - Mrs Bryar - about her son, you didn't need to be properly tuned into the conversation.

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Her son's name was Robert - you'd heard 'Bob' once or twice, but Mrs Bryar was always in scolding mode which called for his full name.

A couple of months ago you'd talked to Robert. He was fussing over a stray cat that had wandered its way into your front yard. It was, cute. He had gotten so flushed in the face when he'd noticed your presence - his pale skin blushing red dramatically. He apologised quickly, giving the ginger mog a few heavy pats as you reassured him it was fine, and that you were neighbours so it wasn't a big deal. Regardless, he had rushed off back into his own house - leaving you with the cat who circled around your legs until you obliged to fuss it.

He had kept visiting your garden every time the same ginger tabby explored around the overgrown grass of your front lawn. Sometimes he spoke to you. Most of the time he didn't.

That was until you were alone one weekend and Robert had picked up the routine of visiting the cat that kept travelling into your garden and you invited him inside.

He still didn't really talk, but told you to call him Bob - never Robert, that was for when he was in his mother's bad books. You found out something new about him each time he came over. You knew he played the drums - but you were yet to see it in action - and that he was fond of the many stray animals around Chicago, finding them much more understanding than people had ever been to him.

You kept inviting him over and you kept talking. Every time he spoke a little more - his voice got a little more enthusiastic, more comfortable. He came closer to you, now aware you weren't going to bite his head off if he was a little curious about you.

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You had plans with Bob after school - it wasn't much, just heading into the town so you could at least try and prevent him from getting bored of you.

But to be able to do that, you first had to survive another day of school. You glanced up to the white clock on the wall - Roman numerals rather than numbers for the sake of the house aesthetic - you needed to be leaving soon.

As you slipped your pen into your pocket along with the maths work, your mum brought your attention to her by snapping her fingers in your direction.

"Robert wants to talk to you sweetheart." She chirped, the phone still close to her ear.

You reached out expectantly for the phone but your mum pressed it to her shoulder before speaking again.

"You and this Robert." She paused, sucking her teeth. "Is there anything.. going on there?" She asked, a suggestive smile threatening to appear on her face.

You'd thought about it. Probably a bit too much for someone who you didn't even see on a regular basis - it's not even like you went to school with him.

"No- mum! Just give me the phone, please?" You sighed at the knowing look your mother gave you as she handed over the phone and scuttled out the room. "I'll be waiting in the car, be quick!"

"Hello?" You spoke down the line, the slight ring of an echo stinging your ears.

"Hi- Um- yes hello-" He paused, his nervousness making you giggle quietly before letting him speak again, "Are we still on- for going into town?" You could hear the shudder in his voice as he asked, obviously taking this as serious it didn't need to be, akin to yourself.

"Yeah, if you're wanting to- i'll knock for you 'cause i have some work i need to do first-" You said, stumbling over the sentence slightly. It was too many words for being nervous to cooperate with.

"Okay- yeah- Uhm-" He stuttered before you cut him off to hopefully end the fumbling of his speech. "I'll talk to you later Bob." You finally vocalised, catching yourself with a brainless open mouthed smile on your face and quickly bid him goodbye.

You had hardly had a minute to breathe your heart rate back to regular before your mum was honking the horn of her car - impatient much, hadn't she ever liked a boy?

ok am gonna post this but i'll make a continuation and fulfil the remains of this ask... giggles... sorry i love writing fluffy stuff like hm yes im gross but i also have much love in my heart for lovely bob.. he is just what i need after exams ;( im getting sad writing this so im just gonna click post now to avoid tears

"So X is minus a half?" You asked, wincing at the chance of a mistake. "Yeah, I told you it was easy!" Ray chirped, flipping the page - allowing you to soak in the feeling of successfully cracking another topic. "Can you show me completing the square next?" You flicked through the book for him, skimming the index for 'completing the square' just for your hand to be squashed by Ray's.

You craned your view up to him with furrowed eyebrows, noticing the damp fog that sat on his glasses, his under eyes shimmering with sweat behind them.

"I've help you, a lot, don't you think?" His tone felt like an interrogation, like more questions were to come - and they weren't about to make you feel safe.

"I guess-? Sorry- I can go home if you want-" You stuttered, your head wobbling slightly in defence as you picked up the book from the floor.

"No! Don't I just meant-" He sighed, awkwardly scratching the prickles of hair that laid frizzy on his neck.

"Can I kiss you? And I know you haven't kissed anyone before but- I thought it would be cool-" His words tumbled out, but they were right. You hadn't kissed anyone before, and you wanted to - desperately so. Ray was probably the right person to try it with - he was kind and unlikely to judge you, plus, he had nice looking lips.

So you nodded - your face slightly hot and your voice weak.

"Uhm- I guess- yeah-" You swallowed the thick texture in your throat. A kiss - what was that even meant to feel like?

Before you could think any more about it he'd caught your lips - it wasn't slow like a first kiss in a teenage-drama-crush-confessing-to-the-protagnist-type of kiss. It was wet and instantly overheated all your senses, no desire to love behind it - just want from Ray.

And you could certainly tell Ray wanted something more out of this.

The hand trying to make its way under your shirt to the warm skin told you your superstitions were correct.

"No- Ray don't-" You protested against his lips that moved, sloppy along your own unresponsive ones. You were like kissing a corpse.

You tried prying his hand from your torso but the sheer amount of weight that pressed into your chest left you winded and weaker than usual, but you'd always been weaker than Ray. Every play fight that your mum told you that you were too old to be doing, especially with a college boy now. You were always the one under him - his biceps would flex like he was taking it seriously. Now you were thinking he could have been.

Ray hadn't responded to your disapproval, he just kept slobbering over your mouth like he was trying to hydrate you as he hands were still trying to pry your shirt off.

"Let me- see your tits- please dude- please-" He whined, sliding his lips down your neck - the perfect place to let his drool pool.

Ray knew how you felt about your chest. It was an uncomfortable topic for you. Nothing about you felt like, you, his begging just made you feel like your freindship was built off a false perception.

"No- get off me-" You squirmed under his mass - your legs tried to kick but you weere too compressed by his large frame to gain enough momentum. "Ray-" You whimpered, your voice strangled and head dizzy. Your eyes pulsated inside your skull and it felt like your nervous system just wanted you to be overwhelmed with electrical impulses. The twitching of Ray's cock in his pants only increased from your pathetic whinging, so you weren't exactly making it very easy for him to pull away.

"'M sorry- I really am- I just do so much for you- can't you let me do this-?" He huffed, swiftly digging his hand into his underwear, gripping firm onto the brick that hung down there.

The muffled slaps that began repulsed you. He couldn't even be bothered to look at your face, just your chest - he couldn't be bothered looking the tears that welled in your eyes. Your heart pounded like you were being chased, maybe he could at least feel that from the way his hand felt at your chest with such force it felt as if they could be ripped clean off - the bruises were guarenteed.

Ray's high pitched whines were quick to turn into gutteral groans and he had cummed through his jeans in seconds - a smel,y and dark spot spreading to the outside.

"'M sorry- thank you- thank you."

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