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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

said with a ‘no, duh’ expression. “Oh,” she said simply. “You guys…” He looked at me. “Seriously, dude, what kinda boyfriend are you? Get on showing her that now, will you please?” I smirked. “Can do.” “Good man,” Carson nodded, “And good job, Craig, for being the hero. Didn’t think you had it in you.” “He does,” Becca replied, leaning in to kiss Craig’s cheek. I noticed something like jealousy cross Carson’s face. He looked away and munched on his pizza, his legs splayed out carelessly. Tara was also watching him. “So, Carson,” she said, leaning a little closer, “What’s your hometown like?” “Boring.” “Really? Nothing interesting at all?” “Nope.” “No girlfriend or anything?” Geez, Tara, be a little more obvious, will you? “…No.” Only Craig and I actually noted the hesitation. “Seriously?” Craig said, “No girlfriend yet?” “It’s complicated. Eat your pizza, Craig.” “I thought you had girls eating out of the palm of your hand.” “Pizza, Craig.” Tara put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “You’ll find someone, Carson,” she said with a smile. “Mhm.” There was something on his face that told me he may have already. “Cheer up,” Tara said brightly, “You’re cool, you’re buff, you’re goah-geous , honey.” “I know.” Tara huffed. “Well, Mr. Grunts, maybe I’ll just stop talking.” “Tara…” I said. “What? I’m just trying to cheer him up.” Carson smiled a little. “Telling me things I already know won’t help.” I laughed. “There. A smile. We’re halfway there. Now we just need to get him up and ... dancing.” “Whatever, man.” “You’ll find a girlfriend soon,” Tara said confidently, leaning in, “Maybe when you least expect it.” “Mmm.” “Oh, Carson,” Craig said, putting the empty pizza boxes in a stack, “Harry said he couldn’t make it tonight for dinner but he’ll be over tomorrow.” “Seriously?” Carson said, aggravated, “He fucking told me he’d be over tonight.” “Something came up. I don’t know what.” “Hang on.” Carson yanked out his cell phone and punched a message in. “Who’s Harry?” I asked. “My cousin who works at the bar.” Craig looked uncomfortable and I knew why: the night I met his cousin was also the night Craig had knocked me out. Carson finished his message then he looked up at me. “Hey, toss me your phone.” I pulled it out and tossed it to him. “Text me sometime,” he said, punching in his number and then throwing it back to me. Tara pulled out her phone. “I can text you too,” she said. Carson didn’t look interested. “Cool,” he said, his eyes wandering around, “Hey, Craig, what’s left?” “Huh?” “The pizza. What’s left?” Craig looked through the boxes. “Some supreme, some pepperoni, most of the Meat Lovers’.” “Hell yeah,” he said, getting up and grabbing himself a couple slices, “So, Joe, you play sports?” Tara still had her phone out, looking confused and a little hurt that Carson had blithely ignored it. She looked over at me and I mouthed, “I’ll give it to you later.” She smiled and put her phone away. Carson and Joe were laughing about something. “No shit?” Carson ...