Take it Easy – Chapter Five: Heterochromia Iridum by zxnoregretsxz69. This chapter including – Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female.
Take it Easy – Chapter Five: Heterochromia Iridum – part 1A
Author: zxnoregretsxz69
“… school today! Don’t sleep through it!”
When I groggily forced my eyes open, I saw Nicole sitting at the foot of my bed.
“The hell, Nicole?”
“C’mon, get up!” She urged, yanking on the covers.
“My alarm hasn’t gone off yet, asshole.” I grunted.
“It will, in–” Nicole gave me an “I told you so” look as my alarm interrupted her.
“Ugh.” I grunted again as I threw the covers off and shoved Nicole off of the bed.
When I turned back around from grabbing some clothes, Nicole was still standing there.
“Hey, my eyes are up here, Nicole.” I had seen her eyes flick back up to mine just as I turned around. “You wanna leave?” I suggested sarcastically.
“Yeah, sorry.” She said, almost trance-like as she exited the room.
I looked down to see what had caught her attention. When I saw what it was, I groaned. My morning wood had been poking out of my boxers, exposing about half my dick. This was becoming too common; I was really going to have to stop letting Nicole see me in various states of undress.
The morning progressed how it usually would: I ate breakfast, drove Nicole to school, kept my brain awake enough to remember some things from class, etc. Then, at lunch, the day got interesting. My friends and I met in our usual place by the stairs in front of school.
I told them about my date with Emily, which they each responded to differently. All of the guys gave me high-fives and wished me luck, but the girls just mainly looked disappointed that I wouldn’t be joining the group for lunch.
“Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you guys soon.” I left for my car, looking up at the gloomy grey sky and hoping that the rain would hold off. Unfortunately, it didn’t; as I followed Emily’s texted directions, thunder clapped and rolled and rain began to fall.
When I got to her sorority house, which I identified by the massive Greek letters adorning its front awning, it was chilly and pouring rain. I darted up to the door and, when I didn’t see a doorbell, knocked loudly. The door opened and a couple girls looked at me confusedly.
“Is Emily here? And can I come in?” I asked them desperately, soaked in rain.
“Yeah.” The redhead said. They scurried out of the way to let me in. “Emily who?”
“Umm…” I paused to think of how to describe Emily in a non crassly-sexual way. “She plays basketball…” As I tried to think of something else to say, it dawned on me how little I really knew about this girl.
“Bond. Emily Bond.” She waltzed into the room. She wasn’t dressed for a date, so clearly she had better info about the weather than me. She was wearing a tank top and sweats with fuzzy slippers.
“Is this the guy you were telling us about?” The brunette asked Emily.
“You told others about me? Only naughty things, I hope.” I grinned at Emily. “By the way, you girls have any towels in this place?”
“I told them lots of good things.” She assured me. “Now, take your shirt off. You’re dripping everywhere.”
She came over to me and started pulling my t-shirt over my head. The other girls watched closely as my torso was exposed. I did my best to contain a shiver as the cool air descended upon my wet skin. The girls looked at me appreciatively when they saw my full torso uncovered. That feeling never gets old.
“Rachel, would you get him a towel?” Emily guided me to their living room, where a large fire was roaring in the fireplace. I sat down in one of the big couches and pulled Emily onto my lap, her legs perpendicular to mine.
Rachel, the redhead, hurried back with a large green towel and handed it to Emily. She draped it around my shoulders and gave me a hug.
“Sorry about our super-romantic date.” I kissed her on the cheek.
“Meh, it’s fine. We can just get takeout or something.” She smiled at me.
“Sounds good to me.” I patted my stomach. “Growing boy and all.”
“Alrighty then,” she got up from my lap and strode over to the phone, “Chinese sound good?”
“Absolutely.” I grinned. “I’ll just have twice as much of whatever you have.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and called the Chinese place. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
“There’s a doorbell?” I asked Emily, surprised.
“Duh.” She rolled her eyes.
The rain was still coming down hard, so we tipped the poor delivery guy well.
“Thank you so much!” Emily flashed the guy a bright smile and handed me the food so she could shut the door. “Let’s just eat in the living room, in true college fashion.”
“Fine by me.” I placed the food on the coffee table and plopped myself down on the couch.
We ate in silence for a minute or two, focusing more on filling our empty stomachs than making conversation. After a short while, though, I decided to begin my mission to find out more about Emily.
“So, there’s no way that Bond is actually your last name, right?”
“Unfortunately, no. It’s actually Osbourne.”
“Like Ozzy!” I exclaimed.
“Haven’t heard that one before…” She grinned.
I laughed. “It’s your turn to ask a question now.”
“Oh, we’re playing this game, eh?”
“Yup, truth or truth. Remind you of high school?”
“Hey, it’s my turn to ask a question!” She protested.
“Fair enough,” I held up my hands in surrender, “hit me.”
“Ok… Favorite color?”
“Orange.” I said immediately. “And none of that burnt-orange bullshit. I’m talking bright-muthafuckin’ orange.”
“Ok!” She laughed. “Your turn.”
“What… is your favorite movie? And if you say ‘The Notebook’ or some bullshit like that, I’m leaving. ‘Cause fuck Nicholas Sparks.”
“Hmm… ‘Mean Girls’ for sure.” She replied.
“I’m ok with that, actually. It’s pretty funny; Tina Fey is the shit.”
“Yes! Her Sarah Palin impression is so funny!”
I laughed as I remembered that particular running joke and broke into my own Sarah Palin impression. “Your turn to ask a question, eh!”
“That’s actually pretty good!” She giggled.
“I’m the best at impressions.”
“Oh, really? Jerry Seinfeld.” She challenged.
“What’s the deal with forks?!” I cried.
“Christopher Walken!”
“Christopher Walken… is easy!” I exclaimed in Walken’s pinched, back-of-the-throat voice. He’s my favorite celebrity to imitate because even if the imitation is bad, everyone knows who it’s supposed to be.
“Chris Rock!”
“The penguins are doin’ it! Why can’t I?”
I switched to Ben Stiller’s voice. “Because the penguins are psychotic!”
Emily applauded me enthusiastically. “How did you learn to do that?”
“I don’t know.” I answered truthfully. “I just discovered that I was good at it one day, and I’ve been doing it ever since.”
“But back to the game!” I ordered. “Whose turn is it?”
“Yours.”
“Ok, um… What is the craziest thing you’ve done in the past… three months?”
“Oh my god! You’ll never believe this, but I had sex in the gym shower with a guy I had just met!” She winked.
“Wow, that’s crazy! I wish I had the balls to do that!”
We shared a laugh as we thought about our unusual first meeting.
“What’s your favorite song?” She kicked off her slippers and put her legs in my lap to stretch out.
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