QUEER AS FOLK
CHAPTER ONE
Hunter's point of view
Ashlee, my girlfriend of 6 months, and I were in my room. We were sitting on my bed working on stupid ass chem. homework. I looked over at her reading her chem. book. I couldn't help but stare at her cleavage. She was wearing a very low cut pink t-shirt, that I despretly wanted to pull of of her, but she's not ready for sex yet. Which really sucks. I'm bisexual, so why did I have to choose a girl to fall in love with. All guys give it up right away, but not girls. They hold out on sex for as long as they can. I must really love her, otherwise, I would have ended things with her a long time ago, finding out she didn't want sex right away. I kinda wonder if its because I have HIV. Aw, fuck, will she EVER have sex with me! I keep starring at her huge boobs. God, she is so hot. Look at that goddess, what I wouldn't give to lick her all over, outside and in. The thought of drawing my tongue all over her really got me me going and heated.
"Hunter?" she giggled. "Stop starring at the twins and get back to work.
"But I love the twins. Can't they come out and play?" I pouted.
"No. We need to do this homework. Especially you. Your getting a D sweetie." She leaned in and kissed me. He lips having the faintest taste of watermellon. I couldn't help it, and kissed back, more intense, letting my yearning tongue slip in her mouth to gentally suck hers. I think she got caught up in it, because she responded with the same tongue gesture, and wrapping her arms around me. I pushed her book away, off the bed. It fell with a 'clunk', but neither of us noticed. I let my hands roam under her shirt, feeling the 'twins'. God I fucking love the twins.
"Wait." she said, pulling away. "We have to do homework."
"Ash, I promise, 10 minutes of this, and then back to the homework, which I'll do mad good." I lied of course. I wouldn't do it great. And I knew our make out time would go on longer then 10 minutes.
"Alright..." she smirked, and kissed me. For the next 20 minutes we made out furiously. Her shirt and bra on the floor. My shirt on the lamp shade. We were both horny as hell. And , hearing Michael and Ben fucking their brains out in the next room over, that just got us going more. We were use to hearing them, but usually we were just doing homework or something, and laughing about it. But now, it was contributing to our make out session. I know their my foster parents, so it should be gross, but its just not to me. I took Ashlee's hand, and placed it on my crouch. Surprisingly, she unzipped my pants and started rubbing me. Rubbing it. She's done this before of course, it doesn't mean were gunna have sex. I start to moan softy,as I unzip her jeans.
"Holy cock sucker! Somebody's fucking in here!" Emmet's voice is heard out in the living room.
"Oh, Emmet's here." Ashlee takes her hand out of my pants.
"You don't have to stop for that fag. C'mon. I need this. I'm so turned on by you Ash, keep going." Then Emmet knocked on the door.
"Hun? Can I talk to you?"
"Fuck... Yeah! Hold on. Don't come in." We both rushed to getr our clothes on.
"Wears my bra?"
"I dunno. just don't put it on for now." She threw on her shirt, and then I told Emmet to come in.
"Hi. Oh, Ashlee. Hi cutie." he smiled.
"Hi Em." she said while running her fingers threw her black hair.
"Hunter, we have to talk about Ben and Michael's anniversairy party. So come on."
"I gotta go anyways." Ashlee kisses me on the cheek, then whispers to me. "Next time were together, I want you inside me." she smirked, and left the room.
"OoOoOoh. What was that little whisper about?"
"Just telling me my cocks huge. So, the party..."
