Stories | 2016

This is a story about how one of the showers broke in my house, and how it led to me fucking my roommate/best friend. Told as if you, the reader, are me.

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Your mind snaps back from its transient haze. Promptly, yet begrudgingly, you begin to work through your normal routine. Pulling the shower curtain back, twisting the knobs ever so slightly, positioning them with precision. Again you turn and face the mirror, wondering how he could have the gall to CONTINUOUSLY suggest you shower together. You scoff. Your relationship had never been more than platonic.

A long time ago at my middle school there was an English teacher, Miss. Hong, who lived a few houses down from mine. Miss Hong was a single mom who had a daughter, Amber. Amber is four years younger than me and we became friends because we would occasionally bump into each other when we’re out walking our dogs. I was never really initially attracted to Amber because she was dull-looking and had tomboyish style that I didn’t really care for.