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So, Paul came round mine last night. Of course, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, but...
Well, I'm no gentleman.
It actually started off fairly innocently. I mean, okay, we did grope each other a bit while I was trying to cook some food, but that's understandable. There was nothing else to do, you see. We got a bit too caught up, though, and dinner turned into blackened chips and overcooked beans. So, we had to eat all of the ice cream out of the freezer. I didn't actually mean to throw mine at Paul, but somehow I did, and we had a bit of a foodfight, during which clothes got sticky and had to be removed. Didn't want them to stain, you know.
Then he bent me over and buggered me across the kitchen table... mmmm.
After that, we went and mucked about in some "adult chatrooms". I can see why Paul does it in school, loads of fun. We saw Mr Costello in there, but he left pretty fast when he saw "Debbie" log in. Pity. That could have been a laugh.
Paul got a bit caught up looking at all the old vinyls my parents have. I mean, he was bloody fascinated by them. I doubt he'd have noticed if Alex had wandered in wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bra doing the can-can at that point. He did, however, notice when I... ahem... tripped and fell face-first onto his cock. Cue more sex, only this time Paul was on the receiving end.
I don't actually remember going to bed, but it was quite nice waking up this morning with his face pressed into my chest. We both overslept, so there wasn't time for us to take separate showers. Somehow we ended up being even later. I maintain that I didn't intend to drop the soap.
Paul, by the way, I want my underwear back when you're done with it.