Taken Home

"I like your new look," Larry said starting with the pigtails in your hair and then dropping his eyes down to your cleavage.

"Keep your eyes on the road, please" you said feeling uncomfortable with him looking at you like this, "i don't want to di- actually, nevermind."

You imagined his car getting hit by a speeding trucker. Instant death. Your spirit escapes from your body and away from your demonic cock.

As luck would have it, he managed to reach his destination without any trouble while staring exclusively at your chest. Looks like you would live to die inside another day.

Yay...

You looked out the window. He didn't take you to your house, he took you to his.

"Ummm Larry...what are we doing here?"

"What? I thought we could hang out for a bit before I took you home."

"My parents are very strict about me returning home immediately after school..."

"School's been out for an hour and a half. I didn't know why you were still there, but anyway. That rules been broken, so why not have some fun?"

"I'm not a big fan of fun, Larry." You really didn't want to see where this was going.

"Whoa! What do you think is going to happen?!" He asked concerned.

"I think something bad is going to happen..." you said fearfully.

"You think I'm going to do something bad to you?"

"I don't know..."

"John, two things. One: My parents have a full bar that they don't monitor. Two: you went missing from school the entire day after 1st period. Do I want to get freaky with you? Yes. Absolutely"

You felt a chill run up your spine.

"But I'm not going to roofie you or take advantage of you or anything. I'm not a creep."

You then thought of Rachel, your crush, and about how confident Larry was. Was it really that easy? Could you have approached her in this way? Before...all of this?

With the vain hope of getting past this stupid situation in your life, you thought you could learn from Larry so that you could use that information to ask out Rachel- once this insanity was over.

"I guess I could use a drink," you said, "but seriously nothings going to happen. I'm a man, im straight. I like women."

"Then what's with the getup?"

You then devised a slightly more innocent version of the story.

"Okay, but promise you won't think I'm crazy...."