How to Sleep Together ✓

02| My Pervy Secret

W I L D E

The weekend was painful, unbearably slow. Joey's folks were in which meant there was no party, no free booze to get lost in. When Joey's parties weren't around, Troy, the oldest looking one of our lot, would buy booze and Troy and Edward would get pissed in Troy's basement. I often didn't drink.

My thoughts were killing me. I couldn't stop thinking of her, Daisy. 

We fell in this in the most odd way possible. This sleeping around. We were twelve when it started. It didn't start with full-blown sex, no. Instead it started with just simple curiosity. 

It was like a seed, lust. It was planted by this intrigue between Mason, Joey and I, my older circle of friends before Mason shifted away and Joey became best friends with Kaden and Cassian. Mason was the kind of kids who knew what sex was, he had an older brother who was seven years older. He was the one who fed Joey and I, his older brothers porn magazines, he was the one who first got a girlfriend and told us first hand what girls could do.

I liked to blame him, Mason for starting all of it. 

There was one model I liked, a girl with dark hair, bangs that fell into her eyes and shoulder length black hair with the darkest brown eyes and large long lashes. Her nose was small and her lips were always red. The kind of red that went along well with her lace thongs and itsy bitsy bra's that didn't cover much. 

Coincidentally, it looked an awful lot like Daisy. 

Except Daisy had brown hair then. 

Daisy was also far more innocent.

Until she walked into my bedroom.

Let me go back a little. Daisy was the sort who preferred my house over hers, often choosing to spend the whole day over at my place till my parents came over. This was great. She was fantastic company but I needed some me time. It was hard controlling this urge. I often had this urge to just jack off but Daisy was around. 

So once it became really really unbearable. I kept moving trying to ignore the raging hard on in my pants just because I got a glimpse of Daisy's cleverage which reminded me of the model I really liked which was enough to make my dick become a sky scraper in my pants. I stood up, hands in my pockets to prevent the embarrassing from happening. "I need to use the loo," I lied.

Daisy who was playing with the Playstation 3 nodded, not really glancing at me. I dashed upstairs, my pants falling the minute the door to my room was shut. Then my boxers fell off next and I ran to the toilet, leaving my pants and boxers in my room as I got a tissue. Sitting on the toilet bowl. I used soap as I let my finger run up and down my raging hard on. I forgot to lock the door, but I was afraid that she'd run up. My fingers went faster up and down, as I glanced at the door from the opened toilet door. 

What if she came up?

The thrill of doing this while Daisy was downstairs was enough to push me to a climax with white stuff spewing out like a rush. It was so violent that I missed the first shot. 

Ever since then, it became almost a thrill to do it whist she was in the house. After the first time, I often locked my door, just to be safe because what I was doing was enough to scare any girl. 

Often, after the cum spewed out, I'd feel guilt. I thought about Cecile, my first girlfriend at the time and what she would think of me. She had told me she thought I was romantic, I was so christian for wanting to have sex after marriage. Would she still think I was Christian if she knew what I did?