Better Off Together Chapter 2

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Better Off Together Chapter 2– Story By Panzerfeck

 

 

 

'So who's the lucky fucker?' I asked, aiming the grilled taco express train of calamity towards my mouth. The bastard would collapse against my face and tumble down my shirt the moment I took a bite, as they all did, those awkwardly delicious and ultimately hazardous Mexican bastards.

 

 

But oh no, I managed to get some into my mouth before I scalded myself and cried like a horny walrus. The fact was that I was beyond horny. I'd given up because I wasn't going to settle for being a tacky little fuckboy, propositioning the equally undateable for a roll in the hay.

 

 

I never saw the logic in getting to know a girl by showing her a photo of your penis. If I want to get to know whether I like someone and they feel the same, I don't need the key to unlock her womb. If her personality is there then I have to worry what I'm getting into.

 

 

'Uhm?' Kerry mumbled, munching away, 'Fuhhh-uh?'

 

'Saturday,' I reminded her, brushing the contents of my shirt back onto my plate. 'Am I just buggering off out in the hopes that you interest somebody, or is there somebody in mind?'

 

 

'Oh, no there's nobody.' The sadness in her voice wouldn't have carried farther had she air mailed it to me, not that she wanted to telegraph that air of hopelessness that I myself knew all too well. And that saddened me too. Because let me tell you about Rebecca...

 

 

'So you just want me out of my own house for the fuck of it?'

'Possibly...'

They say that boys grow to marry their mothers, and girls their fathers. I don't know exactly how she feels about me having been a father figure to her from my mid-teens on wards, but I know that Rebecca is the closest a woman has ever been to me my entire life, and that if I'd marry anyone they'd have to contend with my sister and only remaining family.

 

 

They'd also have to do better than; "Get out of your own house, I want to be alone in it!"

 

 

Rebecca's unique in that she's neither one of the girls nor the boys. She's her own individual, despite trying her hand at being a wife in training for so long. It's hard to call her generic as well, however. She's aware of her gifted female anatomy - a terrible waste - and if she's not having fun with it then she's making fun of it.

 

 

Think of the story of the boy who wakes up in a woman's body. That's Kerry. Her tits never stopped being a novelty to her, bless!

Kerry would be the perfect partner to every man that is already married, but mostly to every boy who never wanted to grow up. And yet the only men who seem to recognise her seem to be seeking voyeuristic Facebook wives.

 

 

Just so not to end that description on such a grim note, as a testament to her character, my life is going to be fucking terrible without her. She makes me laugh myself to tears and she doesn't give a fuck what people think. I know it's how she copes at the worst of times, but at the best of times I just love to see her quiet and content...

 

 

 

End Of Chapter 2