Just before you can answer either way, you hear your cell phone beep with a new text message. You see that it is from your guy friend, the same one that you're supposed to hang out with. You pick your phone up and check it.
"Hey Brooke! Gotta cancel watching 'Arrow' with you tonight. Tammy wants me to come to the party at Delta house." Your heart sinks upon reading the text message. That small titted bitch! Stealing your crush away from the one night a week that you two have hung out every week since school started. You're so pissed off, you drop your phone and look in Matt's eyes, and the camera, and give him an answer.
"Teach me everything.", you respond, stepping closer to him.
He smiles at you, then pulls you close, kissing you slowly. You melt into his arms, your anger towards the bitch that stole the guy that's supposed to be yours turning slowly to lust for Matt. The feel of his body against yours, the smell of his skin, the taste of his tongue... You're totally under his spell, not noticing that he has unhooked your bra until you feel the air on your nipples, making them hard.
"Wow, " you say as he breaks the kiss. You start to unbutton his shirt as you go back to making out with him. If you can't have your 'bestie,' then you're going to take this man in front of you, who definitely is a man next to the boy that is, er was the object of your unrequited love. Right now, nothing exists past you and Matt, not even the three cameras catching all the action as you undo Matt's pants. As they fall to the floor, you feel Matt's hands on your shoulders, pushing you onto your knees as you push his boxers down, so that your face is right in front of his cock. That was the best way to describe it. A penis is a flaccid thing on a page that only averages around 5 inches. THIS cock was 9 inches long and as thick as your wrist, the head looking you dead in the eye. For a second, your rational brain yells at you, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?", but your lust and arousal keep that shout at a whisper... Or do they?
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