1. She is the One (Part 18)


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    interjecting a, “Damn, dude” or, “Are you serious?” into the mix. Once I got to the point where Brad had been shouting at me about how I had been a fake and he was how real people acted, Carson actually started to laugh. I stopped. “What?” I asked, trying to think about which part of what I was talking about was funny. “I’ll tell you in a minute,” he said, waving, “Keep going.” “Well, after that I told him I wasn’t going to fight him and he decided to attack me anyway. I…well, Brad wasn’t exactly the easiest guy to take down. Joe, Alan, and me all tried to get him down but—” “Like fighting the fucking Tasmanian Devil if he took steroids,” Joe cut in. “Exactly. So Kayla steps in to protect me and he’s about to hit her so I kinda go Super Saiyan and start pummeling the shit out of him. Did it actually look like I was hurting him? It was hard to tell.” “Oh, yeah,” Belle replied, eyebrows raised, “He was hurting.” “Well, not hurting so much that he couldn’t slam his hands into my head and basically paralyze me. Then Craig stepped in and took the biggest haymaker I’ve ever seen. Like, wrecking balls don’t hit as hard as this did. Then our gym teacher gave him a good chop and down he went.” “Just one chop?” Carson asked. “Well, he was probably really worn down. So, yeah, Craig was the big hero.” Craig grinned and shook his head. “Yeah, you were. So now Brad’s locked up for I don’t know how long and everything’s been pretty hunky-dory since then.” “Cool.” “So what were you ...
    laughing about?” Kayla asked, trying her best to sound polite. “Oh, just when Jack mentioned Brad saying he was as bad as everyone else and then fighting him…well, it made me think of something.” There was a pregnant pause until Tara took the bait: “Think of what?” Carson grinned at all of us and, to my surprise, started singing: “ And who are you, the proud lord said, That I must bow so low ?” His voice was about as good as mine (as in, it was about as smooth as an Eskimo’s teeth) but I didn’t care. I felt my face split with a smile and joined in: “ Only a cat of a different coat That’s all the truth I know In a coat of gold, a coat of red …” Joe and, to our surprise, Becca joined in at this point: “ A lion still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my lord, As long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, That lord of Castamere. But now the rains weep o’er his halls With no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o’er his halls, And not a soul to hear .” Carson grinned and gave me a high-five. “Nice to see a fellow fan.” Kayla smirked at us. “Look, Jack. He sings just as well as you do.” “Well, thank you,” Carson said to her, giving her a dashing smile. Whether or not he knew the implication of the remark, I’m not sure. If he did, it didn’t affect him. “Hey, I’m a fan, too!” Joe said, miffed, “Where’s my high-five?” Carson put up his hand, forcing Joe to come to him for a slap. “Fan of what?” Kayla asked, confused. Carson looked at her. “ Game of Thrones ?” he ...
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