"are you a virgin?" she asked.

"what? you ask me that after fucking me!" i laughed.

"no! i mean before." she replied.

"yeah." i said.

"no way." she looked me, shocked. "that was your first time?"

"yeah." i nodded. "why?"

"that was so good for a first time." she told me. "well done, darling."

"thank you." i smiled. "i made you cum twice for me today and you still deny that you're my cum slut."

"we'll see about that." she said.

Billie threw some shorts on but i stayed unclothed. we sat down and chilled for a while before Billie wrapped her arms around my body and hips, picking me up. she brought me to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"can't you walk?" she asked.

i got up and tried to walk over to the sink but it was so painful.

"no." i winced.

"alright come here." she said, pulling down my skirt.

she stopped and looked up at me, "Luna, what's this."

Billie stared at the scars on my thighs for a moment before i answered.

"it's nothing. i don't wanna talk about it." i said.

"okay." she replied, kissing every one of the scars and gently rubbing her fingers over them.

she helped me over to the shower and let me sit down on the sitting ledge.

Billie turned on the shower, "this okay?"

"a little colder. that's good." i said.

"alright, stay here i'm gonna get us some clothes." Billie left.

i stayed in the shower for a while and when Billie returned she had some clothes for us.

"okay so, i have no panties so you're gonna have to wear my boxers. dont worry, theyre clean. i have a rick and morty hoodie for you and some blue nike shorts." she said.

"thanks. Bill." i told her.

"no i fucked you up. you need help. so i'm helping you." she chuckled, getting into the shower.

her hair began getting soaked. she lifted my chin up and kissed me slowly.

"no more, Billie. i'm gonna rip in half." i told her.

"i knew you couldn't handle this monster cock." she joked.

"i can. i did." i said.

"then prove it." she said.

i attempted to stand up but the pain was so dreadful and unbearable.

"fuck." i said, sitting down on the ledge again.

"told ya." she said.

i stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed. Billie took some shampoo and massaged it into my hair, giving me head scratches.

"that feels so good." i moaned, rolling my eyes back.

"does this?" she asked, rubbing some into my eyes.

"no! fuck! Billie!" i yelled, grabbing her my the penis.

"oww! stop!" she said.

"get the soap out of my eye or i'll rip it off." i said.

"okay i'm sorry!" she said.

i loosened my grip as she attempted to wash the soap of out my eyes.

"i can't see." i complained. "and it really stings."

"i'm sorry, baby." she said and kissed me on the forehead.

she applied shampoo to her hair after and then scrubbed us down with some lynx shower gel. it smelled so good. after we where done in the shower she dried me off and helped me get clothed.

"right leg." she said and i lifted my right leg into her boxers. "now left."

"these are so big for no reason." i laughed, watching her put them on.

"no they fit fine. next! shorts." she said as i stepped into those too.

i could put on the bra and shirt just fine, i sat down on the floor in between her legs. i started at her in the mirror as she dried my hair from behind. she had put a few creams and oils in and massaged them before drying it. she was so gentle. it was so cute.

fuck. i really want her.

i'm sure Billie noticed me staring at her quite a few times and she definitely could see the red blushes on my cheeks. she dried her hair after mine and kissed me on the nose when we where all done.

"boop." she said, tapping my nose. "let's go."

she lifted me up with her hand as i limped to the Vibe room. somehow we didn't get anything on the couch. Billie sat me down and turned played some Steve Lacy.

"you want anything to eat?" she asked.

"no, i'm okay." i replied.

"we're getting food." she said, grabbing her phone.

she sat down beside me and i laid my head on her lap.

"what do you want?" she asked.

"i don't mind. you choose Bills." i said.

"okay. choose between Taco bell and McDonald's." she said.

"umm, Taco bell." i replied.

Billie called them and placed the order for delivery while we watched some strange documentary on this weird animal with scales. it looked like a racoon but also a sloth at the same time.

"how badly does it hurt?" Billie asked.

"on a scale of 1 to 10, 69." i chuckled.

"69?! well at least we're even now." she joked.

"i'm sorry for stabbing you, Billie." I said.

it was something I'd never think to have apologised for in my life. but here I am.

"it's okay. I'm kinda into that shit." she admitted.

"really?!" i asked.

"yeah. i think it makes things so much sexier." she said.

finally someone agrees.

"i agree. its hot." i replied. "its like the pain during sex or masterbation feels so good."

"yeah, but it's not just that there's knife kinks and whips and shit like that." she said.

"handcuffs are equally as good cause like the thought of you being like tied up and held back is just so hot." i admitted.

"are you saying that you wanna see me handcuffed back?" Billie teased.

"perhaps." i replied.

she reached in to kiss me but the doorbell rang.

"gimme two." she ran up the stairs and answered the door.

after a while she came back down with out food, we ate in silence and watched Chucky together.

"I just- I love horror films like they're just so cool and I love feeling scared and not knowing what's happening next." i said.

"Yeah and it's like the amount of gore and blood and just pure insanity. it's so fun to see." Billie said.

"you know, when I was younger I used to love watching horror movies so much that I would literally go and watch movies with my grandpa. it would just be like the most scariest shit but I wouldn't be phased." i said.

"yeah. same. i just lacked emotion towards any time of gore or violence when i was younger that it doesn't phase me now. it feels so good to watch sometimes." Billie told me.

"I think I was like five and I watched this one film and this lady she had a chain wrapped around her neck and she got hung from a staircase and her head popped off. it was only when i got older when I realised like 'what the fuck was I into.' sometimes I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about it. it was so scary." I explained.

"I think as a kid, I had a lot of free rein and so that's how I managed to discover shit like porn and horror movies and things I shouldn't of been exposed to as a kid because it really just desensitised me in certain areas." she said.

We talked a little bit for a while about our childhoods. Billie didn't have much to say but I think I was talking a lot and so that's why she didn't talk so much. she's a good listener if I'm being honest she's good at making conversation.

I just don't know where we are right now but I don't wanna over complicate my life and put labels on everything because I think I have with Billie right now I just wanna keep. even though we're only like 'the friends that fuck sometimes' kind of phase, it's a good phase and I'd rather take that and enjoy it and let it last rather than put a label on it and let it fuck itself up. maybe we're just fuck buddies.

I really enjoy Luna's company. we talked for quite a while and after we finished watching Chucky we decided to go shopping and it was around 10pm when we decided to do that but last minute plans are the best.

we got into my car and drove down to Grove City shopping mall which was only a 30 minute drive. When we arrived it was quite quiet and dark.

"hey! I recognise this shopping mall!" Luna said.

"oh yeah? what do you recognise about it, then?" I asked her.

"this is where you took me on the night we met." she told me.

"yeah." I smiled.

"see? and this is where you drove away on a motorbike to get away from the janitor!" she laughed, pointing at the spot.

"yeah." i laughed. "wanna go see the sketchy room?"

"yes." she nodded monotonely.

although going to the sketchy room is best when you're high. we had to make do with what we had cause I can't get high around Luna. I just don't want her to see that side of me. well, she already has but I've already covered that up.

when we arrived to the sketchy room, I walked in and sat down flat on my back. I rolled a blunt and then handed it to Luna.

"what is this?" she asked.

"the finest marijuana you can get in America." i told her.

she took a drag and coughed as she felt it fill up her lungs.

"damn baby, you okay?" i asked her.

"yeah I'm fine, how do you smoke that shit?" she said.

"I don't know, it's just good." i told her.

we remained quiet for a while and I didn't get high because I smoke blunts ever so often that it doesn't even get me high anymore. there was only one anyways so it did nothing.

"so how's work going?" Luna asked.

"it's alright. you?" i said.

"i don't know." she replied.

"what do you mean by that?" i asked.

"it's just- i don't like it anymore. i used to. like the partying and carelessness. but i don't enjoy it." she said.

"find something you will enjoy." i advised.

"yeah. i've been thinking about it, but i don't know anymore." she said. "i'll stay for a month longer and then leave if it gets too much." she said.

"that's a good idea." told her. "there's no point in putting in effort for something you don't enjoy or like." i told her.