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I’m in; dreading having to face Bob and Ray and all of their questions about why I never came home last night. I might even get a little telling off from the all-too-sensible Ray and possibly a little moan from Bob about why Mikey wasn’t like that with him.

I hear a muffled whisper from upstairs, then another, then another. It’s probably Bob and Ray discussing whether it’s me or not, and if it is me, what they’re gonna ask me, maybe even how they’ll torture me if I don’t answer them.

I go into his living room to dump my bag and zebra when a thudding sound comes down the stair, getting closer with every thud and soon enough Bob and Ray are stood at the door way, trapping me in, smiling at me in a way that I know is bad news. I’ll be here for a while.

“Hellooo.” Bob says slyly.

“Ugh, what?” I complain.

“Nothing, just saying hi. Slut” He spat the last word, either joking or pissed off that he didn’t get busy with Mikey.

“Bob!” Ray cuts in “Don’t talk to him like that!” He’s nice like that, is Ray, always sticking up for me even when he agrees with the offence.

“What? He so deserves it! But, like he cares anyway, I bet he’s so smug he’d not care what you called him.” His voice is now dripping with venom; a slimy, envious venom.

“I would care, I just wouldn’t show that I did.” I butt in.

“Whatever.”

“So... Details?!” Ray adds in, trying t cut the tension.

“A gentleman never tells!” I say, as much as Bob’s being a bitch right now, I won’t rub it in his face.

“A slut might, though.” Bob mumbles “But hey, tell me all.” He’s lightening up eventually.

“Erm... I don’t know where to start... You ask me.” I say, I want to disclose as little information as possible so as not to get me or him in trouble.

“Right... Kissing?” Ray suggests. I nod. “Feeling?” I nod again. “Handjob?” I nod. “Blowjob?” I shake my head, there’s one I didn’t do.

“So that was it?” Bob asks.

“No, I just didn’t blow him.” I reply.

“Fingers?” Ray continues. I nod. “Licking you? I shake my head again.

“So THAT’S it?” Bob says.

“Still no, we kissed pretty much the whole time so mouths weren’t really involved in that way.” I tell them.

“Did you go any further then?” He questions.

“Maybe.” My response was obvious to them. In this context a ‘maybe’ was a yes, no further questions. They squealed at the same time, the sound was like that of eleven year old girls finding a picture of a dick for the first time.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Bob says. There’s either disbelief or disappointment in his voice.

“You didn’t...” Ray hopes, he likes me to be responsible.

“Yeah, I did. But I thought it through, I promise.” I assure them, but I’m mainly assuring Ray.

Silence. At one point I thought I could hear the sound of cogs whirring in their minds, trying to figure out what to say, do or ask.

“So...” Bob speaks up “How... was it..?”.

“Phenomenal. Magical. Amazing.”

“Didn’t it... Hurt? You know... having something... inside of you..?” Ray asks.

“At first it wrecked, Oh my God, the pain was immense. But... As it went on it got way better, a lot more pleasurable.” I answer.

“Wow... When are you meeting him next?” Bob asks.

“Two o’clock today.” I reply.

“That’s in one and a half hours.”

“SHIT.”

I rush upstairs to fix myself. I need to look like I didn’t have a wildly busy night last night and that I slept inside. My hair’s a mess, my face is a little greasy, my makeup’s almost completely come off; the only good thing is my clothes, which is good, it’s harder to quickly clean clothes than to quickly clean me.

I get my toiletry bag out of its place where it was left yesterday, awaiting today. I take out my wipes - to give my face a quick cleansing; then my comb - to untangle and make my hair look presentable; then my toothbrush to brush my teeth - God knows how bad my breath has been today; finally my makeup, the white powder and black eyeliner and mascara – to give me the gothic look that has faded since yesterday.

Looking into the bathroom mirror, now satisfied with my appearance, I have to run downstairs so if his parents get back now it won’t look like I just got ready, making the scene suspicious.

I get to the living room only to hear my friends talking about me, I don’t reckon they heard me coming so I stand and listen.

"He's lying, I swear.” One of them says, it sounds like Bob.

“No, I don’t think he is, he looked very rough, worse than if he just slept outside.” The other one says, obviously Ray.

“But it’s so far fetched.”

“It might be, but knowing Frank, it’s definitely possible. Anyway, didn’t you see the way he looked at him throughout last night? Even when they first met? It was a look as if to say ‘I need you’.”.

“I guess you’ve got a point...”

“If we truly doubt his word, we can always ask Gerard on Monday.”

“True.”

I walk in now, trying to pass off that I heard nothing; obviously I did but I don’t want them to know that. It looks like I’m going soon anyway so they can gossip all they want, as soon as her parents get in, I’ll make sure that they believe I did what I was supposed too. Then I’ll go home and prepare to see Gerard again.

As if I had summoned them with that thought, Bob’s parents walk through the door. I sit there acting innocent and normal, not at all suspicious.

They greet us and ask us the same old questions about sleepovers, then they call upstairs to Bob’s sister to see if we were telling the truth.

“Oi, I’m off home, see yous later.” I say to them.

“Okay, whatever.” Typical comment from a pissed off Bob.

“See you, have fun!” Typical comment from Ray, trying to lighten the mood for a few seconds.