Time to go home

“It might seem crazy what I am 'bout to say ~ Sunshine she's here, you can take a break ~ I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space ~ With the air, like I don't care, baby by the way ~ Huh ~ Because I'm happy ~ Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof,” I sang to myself, overjoyed and in utter bliss as I shook my hips and clapped my hands in broad daylight, oblivious to the judging stares of these geezers and drags.

After my little jerk-marathon, I was absolutely drained, depraved of a will to live and my whole libido. But this led to one of the greatest things my retarded mind had ever done.

I confessed to my crush - well, now girlfriend - and she revealed her fervent love for me in the beauty of the city park, the birds chirping our love song as I went in for a kiss, our tongues meddling inside the wet caves of our mouths in a duel raging back and forth.

It was the best day of my life and afterwards we went into a fancy restaurant and celebrated our mutual confession of love.

Jubilant thoughts stimulating my urges and thoughts, I happily leaped towards my small downtown apartment that I shared with my older sister, the very opposite of me.

About the same height as me, dark hair, brown piercing eyes and a proportionate stature she mirrored me almost identically in the physical department … apart from the sex organs of course.

But to be fair and show my brotherly love: Hers were absolutely mid. No gigantic dumptruck nor a massive rack adorned her overall square build. A mediocre face and several pimples didn’t ameliorate the image.

Yet the stark contrast was delivered by her attitude, her aura one may call it.

She always exuded a feeling of superiority, of intelligence while still keeping her abnormal confidence and sexdrive which gave her the nickname ‘bimbo’ at school where she probably had sucked off the majority of the guys off including several of my friends, an issue we often argued about.

As I approached the apartment, I happily noticed that her car was missing, meaning that I would have the remaining next hours to spend however I desired to.

Another jerk-marathon? Nah.

A netflix-marathon? Maybe.

A quick stroll back to the school toilets?

…

Why did I want to go back to where this demoness, this hellish abomination reigned?

A painful boner sprang up in my trousers, denting the fabric beyond anything prior to meeting her, somehow my body cried for it while my mind begged for it to stop.