Third Draft of an Autobiography



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I got an IM from Ryan:

Killmozart4: heyy, what took you so long?
onemanwonder23: ?
Killmozart4: where’ve you been? I’m grounded in my room.
onemanwonder23: Ohhh i’m sorry babe, jess asked for a ride to work.
Killmozart4: np. Just getting bored. You busy now?
onemanwonder23: about to head to practice.
Killmozart4: ah. Good job.
onemanwonder23: ? something bothering you?
Killmozart4: nope. Just bored.
onemanwonder23: lol..

onemanwonder23: you have your phone on you?
Killmozart4: nope : (
onemanwonder23: ugh. kk. I’ll text you when I get home.
Killmozart4: sure thing. ily
onemanwonder23: http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/i/i_love_you-1937.jpg
onemanwonder23: Love you too.



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Later:


I’d gotten back from tennis practice an hour ago and was now cleaning and dusting down my room. The chemicals were getting to me.

I took a screwdriver and dug it into the grooves around my window, prying it loose, and wrenched the frame upwards. My tiny house isn’t exactly “structurally sound”, and I swear the roof will collapse every time I try to open the window.
I lean out into the fresh, cool night, my lungs greedily replacing the stagnancy of my room with the outside air. Then looking up, I jump in surprise, dropping the screwdriver and bottle of cleaner on the floor.

There’s a beautiful boy standing outside my window like a complete goof. He’s handsome and muscular and keeps his auburn hair in that silly swoop that’s stylish nowadays. He offers me a smile and I can’t help but return one.

“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Funny seeing you here.”
I sit on the windowsill, making him climb over me to get inside. As he moves, he grinds his body sensually into mine, and I laugh.
“You came a long way just for this.”
He shrugged. “I just wanted to get out. My stepmom’s being a bitch.”
“What’d you do?”
He pouted. “Nothing.”

I planted my hands on his hips and threw him onto the bed, pinning him down by sitting on his ass. He laughed and gasped for breath at the same time, making such a ridiculous sound, I burst into laughter as well, falling off him. Our bodies automatically curled together into our default position with my thin, muscular frame draped over his; half-spooning, half-laying on top of him.
“So, what brings you here all of a sudden?”
“I told you. I just wanted to get out.”
“That’s it? Anything wrong?”
“No.”

I moved so I could look properly at his face.
“There is. I can tell.”
He snorted. “Yeah right.”
I shrugged, pulling away from him, reaching off the bed for the bottle of cleaner.

“No, no! Don’t leave.” He pulled me back so that I was clutching his warm body. He wrapped his arms around me, preventing any escape. I lifted my face up so we could kiss.
It was innocent at first, but I eventually rolled on top of him, pressing our hard chests together as we worked at each other’s mouths.
Our shirts wound their ways upward as we slid against each other, and I wasted no time in letting my hands roam across Ryan’s chiseled features. He shivered excitedly beneath my cold fingers. His body always gave off unbearable heat, while mine remained frigid to the touch.
In no time, I was sweating, and my exposed chest and abs slid tantalizingly across his hips as I worked my way downward.

“Would you tell me for a reward?” I asked him, curling my hands around his belt loops and resting my head on his crotch. He grinned nervously.
“What kind of reward?”
I shrugged, rubbing my cheek up and down against his jeans. I could feel his dick beginning to harden.
“I can think of something you’d enjoy… But you have to tell me afterwards…”

I lifted myself off his crotch and draped my body over his, nestling my chin into his shoulder. My hands snaked down between us, sliding into his jeans and making Ryan shiver as I explored. I grinned as he squirmed beneath my cold fingers.
I loved how he would grind his body against mine.