~Based on a true story~Story has incest and foot fetish themes~ its good to be back.
I always hated the holiday season get togethers. To be honest that only started a couple of years ago, probably around the same time I started talking to girls. That’s not to say I was any good at it, but anytime I had to spend an entire night hanging around with family was a time I could have been trying to go out on a date or something. Not that I was any good at that either. I had about 10 different girls numbers in my phone that I messaged on the regular, and not one of them was my girlfriend.
“Oh my God Nate you are so funny!”
“You need to hear this! You are the first person I’m telling because you’re my bestie!
“I’m so lucky to have a friend like you.”
“Nate my boyfriend is being mean to me you should totally go beat him up!”
These were just a few of the examples of recent text messages I have received from a selection of hot girls my age. I was some kind of friend zone master. No matter what I seem to do I found myself listening to hours of conversations late at night about friend trouble parent trouble and sometimes even boyfriend trouble, from a group of girls I wanted to sleep with. And it really is true what they say, once you are in the friend zone, it takes an act of God to get you out of it.
It wasn’t all bad, it’s not like I was a total virgin or anything. A couple of the girls had no problem making out with me at a frat party when the guy they wanted to go home with wasn’t interested. That was how I had lost my virginity actually. One of my friends Jessica had literally fucked me as a dare last year. In a bathroom at the Sigma Gamma party. It had lasted a miraculous 30 seconds and I had to by her some plan B even after she told me not to cum in her. She was surprisingly cool about it though, we stayed in the bathroom and talked and laughed for a while after that. She even made a showing like we had been going at it the whole time so as not to embarrass me. Yeah, Jess is a good friend. Even if she is a bit of a slut. I have a bunch of texts from her about how her latest boyfriend broke up with her because he caught her cheating on him with another girl.
Then there was Kristen. She had given me a blowjob after I won the state title for my schools wrestling team my senior year. I remembered asking her why she was going to do it just before she pulled my boxers down while we hid behind the back entrance to the school by the wood line. She had simply remarked that just because I didn’t have a girlfriend, didn’t mean I didn’t deserve to get my dick sucked for winning the championship. I remember feeling a little let down when I asked her to be my girlfriend later that day. She had turned me down kindly enough, stating that she had just been doing a favor for a friend. We still chat on the daily, but it’s mostly about her worrying about her college exams or something like that. And like a good friend I always tell her that things will work out.
With all that being said, it should come as little surprise that I have pulled up into the overfilled driveway of my aunts house, But even after 15 minutes I have not gotten out of my car. I’m barely paying attention to the area around me while I respond feverishly to the mountain of text messages being sent to me by my friends. So much so that I nearly jump out of my skin when the sound of rapping knuckles on my driver’s side door suddenly brings me back to my surroundings. Catching my breath slightly, I look outside my window to see my cousin Kim laughing hysterically and shaking her head at my reaction. I roll my eyes and crack the door slightly.