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me now...Pull her towards me, rip her tights...Pull her knickers to one side and give her a lick. My mouth is watering. I’m tempted but I won’t. Not because I don’t really want to and not because she isn’t attractive. It’s just...She is older than me. Maybe too old? Maybe she is past her sell by date and her creamy juices are off? Perhaps that is when they taste of fish. All this picturing what it tastes like...Rebecca...I’m ready for round two...
     

 
     
    5.
     
     

 
     
     
    “She is fit, though,” I said to David. He didn’t answer. He just smiled as he tucked into his lunchtime sandwich. “I mean, how are we supposed to concentrate when faced with that every day? I definitely would...”
     
    “I wouldn’t,” said David. He swallowed his mouthful and took a sip of his carton of orange.
     
    “What?”
     
    “I said I wouldn’t.”
     
    “You wouldn’t want to sleep with Mrs Price?” I asked with a surprised tone of voice. David shook his head. “You’re kidding me, right? I think you’re the only person who doesn’t want to sleep with her...I mean, as long as the rumours aren’t true and she doesn’t have a manhood growing down there.”
     
    “Not my cup of tea,” said David. I looked at him again. It was hard to tell whether he was having a laugh or not.
     
    “Not your cup of tea?”
     
    “No...Well...Not unless the rumours are true...” he continued.
     
    “Wait...What? You want to sleep with her if she does have a cock?”
     
    He smiled.
     
    “What? Are you gay?”
     
    David looked me straight in the eye as he swallowed his next mouthful of cucumber sandwich, “Yes...”
     
    “Oh...”
     
    “Is that a problem?”
     
    I shook my head, “No, not at all...Just...You know...When Piers and his friends were calling you gay...I just thought...Well, you know...I thought they were name calling. I didn’t realise they were stating actual fact. Not really any of my business...” There was an awkward pause, “I’m not, by the way...”
     
    David laughed, “It’s okay, I’m not about to pounce on you. I kind of guessed you weren’t going by conversations we’ve been having! But...I mean...How do you know if you’ve never tried it?” I looked at him with a worried look on my face. He gave me a wink and suddenly responded by bursting out with laughter, “I’m messing...Jesus, should have seen your face.”
     
    “Yeah, good one...Okay...You got me...” I started to laugh; a delayed reaction.
     
    I didn’t care whether David was straight or gay. His sexual preferences were of no concern to me. Just because he was homosexual, it didn’t mean I couldn’t have him as a good friend and, sitting here with him in my first week, I felt lucky to consider him a buddy.
     
    “The story about you and Mr Fitzpatrick?” I asked when he had stopped laughing long enough for me to get a word in edgeways.
     
    “That is a lie,” he said.
     
    “Fair enough...”
     
    “I just wish I had!” he started to laugh again. His infectious laughter set me off too. “I mean, his arse...To die for...Seriously...”
     
    “Dude, please stop...” I said, still laughing.
     
    “Oh, I see, it’s okay for you to discuss Mrs Price’s arse but not okay for me to discuss his tight, round butt...Imagine those muscles squeezing around your cock as you try not to squirt deep inside him...”
     
    “Dude! I’m not listening anymore...”
     
    “And he’d be groaning, and moaning...Begging even, to have it deeper in him...Deeper and harder...”
     
    I put my fingers in my ears, “I’m not listening...I can’t hear your disgusting thoughts...La La Laaaaaaaa.....”
     
    David cracked up and, as a result, thankfully stopped.
     
    “You’re sick,” I told him.
     
    “What are you two laughing about?” asked a pretty girl from my class. I think her name was Rebecca; the girl who sat in front of David. As soon as she got our attention by speaking, David stopped laughing and fell