Page 26 of Sweet Girl
He would go ape-shit if he knew I was fucking around with his little sister.
My resolve kicks in, knowing there is no way I can touch Kylah. She is off-limits. No matter how much I want her, we have to remain friends.
My attention returns to my phone as it pings with her response.
Kylah: I told someone to fuck off this week.
I chuckle, because Kylah doesn’t swear. See? Sweet.
Me: Sure ya did.
Kylah: I did! It was this guy in my Comp class. He told me he’d go down on me if I helped him write his term paper. Gross!
I stare down at the screen and reread the words. I’m in utter shock that she just told me this. My brain is firing off strange signals to my body. My hand grips the phone in a tight fist. I can feel a jealous scowl grow across my face. I think I even growl.
And my next thought is...Did she let him?
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Am I jealous of some guy who wants to eat her pussy?
Hell yes, I am.
Me: What a fucktard. He actually said that to you?
Kylah: IKR? He’s really creepy, too. He always tries to walk with me after class.
I’m still digesting her response. She obviously told the kid to fuck off...but does she think that he’s gross, or that theactis gross? Now my dog-on-a-bone curiosity needs to know the answer.
Me: Wait, go back...what did you find gross? Him or being eaten out?
Kylah and I, while friends, have not ventured much into the sexual territory. We’ve stayed on very neutral topics, veering from anything that could be considered flirting or sexual innuendo. There have been times when I really wanted to make a wise crack over something she’s said because of her innocence, but I’ve held back. Now, I want to know.
I have no idea how much experience she has. I know she hasn’t had a boyfriend – she told me that much. But she’s been in college a whole semester now. That’s plenty of time for drunken hook-ups at parties.
Truthfully, I can’t see Kylah doing that, though. Part of me hopes she is still innocent because the jealousy is already a living and breathing demon inside of me. Maybe I don’t really want to know these things...since we are just going to be friends.
The three ellipses pop up on my screen...then I can tell she’s deleted the text and starts again. Then deletes.
Fuck that shit. I decide to call her.
Kylah answers with a breathy hello.
I lay back on my bed, feet hanging off the edge, and place my left arm under my head.
“So tell me, sweet girl...is it just the guy who grossed you out about it, or don’t you like it when a guy goes down on you?”
Her response gets me so hard, my shorts are tented, and my mouth salivates with possibility.
