#a.ngelruts

need a best friend in a horrible influence on each-other kinda way. Like fuck yeah let’s steal cigs from a gas station because the clerk’s too pussy to stop us. Your parents are out? Cool, now we can smoke at your house without anyone watching. I don’t question how old that pack of beer is before we’ve already finished three or four bottles.

You don’t think I’m relaxed enough? Sure I am, man. who wouldn’t be? I laugh a bit as your hands come to my pants, chalking it up to the alcohol. I try to protest and jokingly shove you away, “Dude what are you-“ but fuck I realize you’re stronger than I thought when my hands are pinned. I feel the fingers slipping down my jeans and I silently curse myself because it’s the one time I decided not to wear boxers. I hear you laugh and make fun of my lace panties because “why would a guy be wearing those?”. You snap the fabric back on my skin before tugging them down, and they’re off before I can think to stop you.

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