16 Sweet morning

Friday, April 12, 2014

01h25pm

In the calm of the slowly passing night, with only the small bulb of his lighted bedside lamp, lying on his back, Adam watches Jessica's beautiful eyes as that straddles him. Tonight he is being bold by wrapping his beautiful girl's long hair around his fingers. Its current state is not the best. His belly is burning him. In his head, he feels like 100 horses are galloping at a steady pace and he has already had to run to the toilet more than 10 times to vomit.

Adam blames himself for his behaviour and even more for drinking the vicious juice that led him to commit such shameful acts. Yet, when he thinks back to the soft previous feeling his fingers had given him, he tilts his head towards Jessica's deep neckline. A white bra welcomes her misty and hungry eyes. Adam swallows his saliva in front of the two medium-sized mountains waiting to be climbed.

Jessica watches her boyfriend closely. Adam's usual white complexion is replaced tonight by a green and grey mixture that is both repulsive and that she had never seen before. Right now her boyfriend, with her very skinny body and this strange colour, reminds her of a report she had watched. Area 51, aliens held in the world's most secret military base. Indeed, tonight, under this subdued light, her Adam looks like one of those aliens she found, strange and ugly.

Jessica, too absorbed in Adam's comparison with an alien, does not see a small stealthy hand slipping along her body. If it didn't tremble so much, the neophyte could mistake this little hand for that of an expert. The weak little hand seems to be snaking in a predetermined direction, determined to reach its goal. When Jessica feels something penetrating her bra, she looks down at the crime scene and surprises the attacker in action. A small perverse hand has silently slipped into his clothes and seems to be having a lot of fun with his little pink tip that hardens quickly.

For Jessica, this is the first time a boy has touched one of her intimate places. Her face turns scarlet as this bold gesture, in addition to tickling her, begins to stimulate a sense of envy in her. When she feels her arms weakening and her pelvis shaking, she immediately tries to push away the ideas that abound in her mind, then she quickly escapes by straightening up, leaving the ugly little hand hanging in the air. Her gaze returns to Adam, who has a very satisfied smile on his face, but who for one reason or another annoys her to the utmost.

"You seem to have become an expert since your flaming dance with that tasteless girl, but it's late and tomorrow we have a plane to catch so calm your fervor and go to sleep."

In the void, two petty little fingers are still waving, while Adam no longer dares to make a move. His stealth attack was perfectly executed but he only now realizes that since that party, something has changed in him. He and the beast are now one and the same, they have merged to become one and the same entity in search of new discoveries. His Jessica was a victim of this entity hungry for new sensations, but Adam, who would usually regret his action, is strangely depressed that he did not get more.

06h10am

Last night Mrs. Clifford slept very badly. Last night, when she saw her little boy leave the family home again with this horrible plague, she was very difficult for her to get to sleep. That's only half the truth, because last night, Mrs. Clifford's heart was not at peace after telling Adam all that horrors. Guilt was eating away at her and she sat in bed wondering why she had been so hard.

In order to slightly compensate for her hurtful words of the previous day, Mrs. Clifford decided that this morning she would prepare the most wonderful breakfast for her little Adam. But before that, still worried that the plague had eaten her or something even worse, she heads on tiptoe to her beloved son's room.

Slowly and quietly, Adam's room door opens and a very worried woman's head appears. The woman's head instantly changes her expression. A hateful look now appears as she watches the two teenagers sleeping quietly in each other's arms. [Bitch, I'm definitely going to kill you.] When the head goes out, the door slams violently behind her, making Adam and Jessica startle, alerted by that thumping sound.

07h15am

"I'll also have a pancake, Mrs. Clifford. Thank you for putting maple syrup on it, not too much though, because I don't want to get fat like you."

"Do it yourself, bitch. Adam, do you want some orange juice?"

At the mere mention of the word orange juice, Adam's stomach turns 3 times on itself as he puts his hand in front of his mouth and rushes to the toilet. Jessica laughs as she looks at the nasty surprise woman who was about to pour the drink to her son.

"How sad to see a mother disgust her son so much. It's not as if I don't understand my Adam, because when I see your head so early in the morning, I'm disgust of it myself."

Mrs. Clifford opens her eyes wide when she hears this nasty sentence, then throws the orange juice brick at Jessica. Jessica dodges, gets up from the table and rushes to the bad woman. Adam barely come out of the toilet, that he hears screams from the kitchen and started running in that direction. Once in this room, an incredible view welcomes him. His mother and girlfriend are both rolling on the kitchen floor. The 2 women who went mad pull their hair, slap each other, scream horrors, bite their arms and shoulders. Adam is somehow overwhelmed when he sees his sweet mother spitting in Jessica's face, who gives it back. In front of the 2 tigresses who actually went crazy, Adam knows it, he won't be able to compete. Deciding to overcome his butt phobia once and for all, he leaves the house, crosses the road, hits the window of a black car that is still following him and Jessica, and then explains the situation to 4 black suits that nod their heads before leaving.

Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, under the supervision of 4 bodyguards, the two women stare at each other.

"Bitch"

"slut"