Home, in shame.

The walk back home was excruciating. I couldn't help but spend the entire time thinking about how much better I could have reacted. I missed out on a Super-blowjob, and possibly even more than that.

Worst of all though was the realization that I may have blown my only chance. How often does one run into a Superhero like that? And getting them alone away from any prying eyes? I may never get the opportunity again.

If I had just added in a command about giving me her number, or told her to come visit me. But no, I had to make fun of the nearly invincible girl instead, and ended up driving her away. Who knew how long that sticker would even stay on her. It'll probably only take a single shower for the adhesive to come undone. Would she remember what I asked her for after it comes off?

Luckily, the walk is short, and I'm only stuck with those thoughts for so long before I find myself standing back at my front doorstep.

The welcome home matt stares judgmentally up at me, and I kick it in frustration. I unlock the door with my key, and walk inside of the house. It was large. But it always felt so empty.

My family wasn't close. And I don't mean that in the way that I was an outsider. I mean that nobody in my family was close. My sister didn't like me or our parents. My parents didn't like each other or their kids, and I certainly didn't like them back. Mom and Dad had gotten married purely for business benefits, which is why they no longer lived together. For all that though I still don't understand why they bothered to have kids. It's not like either of them spent any time with us. Well, Dad never spent any time with us. Mom on the other hand...

"Where the hell have you been?" A voice cut through my haze. "It's nearly ten o'clock! You were supposed to be home by eight!"

My mother was a different story. It wasn't entirely accurate to say she didn't spend time with me. However, I don't consider griping about every choice I've ever made as 'spending quality time together'.

For some reason, it came off like she had a personal vendetta against me. Don't get me wrong, she didn't like my sister Laurie either, but unlike me, Laurie was left alone for the most part.

I don't remember the rest of what Mom said. I was so tired that I didn't even bother paying attention. It was the same boring crap it always was. 'Something, something, you're a disappointment!' type of thing. Thankfully though, she let me go after a few more sentences, and I was able to disappear into my room.

I walked over to my bed, kicked off my shoes, and allowed myself to sink into the mattress.

Soon, the comforting warmth of the blanket and fluffiness of the pillow begin to work its magic. The length of the day makes sure I drift off quickly, and soon the shame washes away to be replaced with the bliss of sleep.