My coed college (m/f) ?

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"Tomorrow we'll start viewing some of your pictures. And if you would like to have the card you have to pay a fee of ten dollars to me on Thursday. Okay?" She collected the used cards and gave each of us a new card.



Everyone seemed happy and left. I was down right scared as I stood and slowly approached Emily standing at her desk, putting the cards in pre labeled boxes--one for each student.



I cleared my throat. "Um, Ms. Borden . . . "



"Emily. Yes?" She smiled at me, broadly. Like she knew something.



My eyes dipped toward her mountains but bounced back from her thin neck. "Um, I was wondering if I can at least take a few photos off the card."



"Why is this so important for you? Are there some dick pics on the card?"



I almost fainted. I grasped the desk in front of me and nodded, embarrassedly.



Emily's giggle was magical. "Don't worry Brian. If they ain't good, they ain't there," she said smiling.



I smiled back. "Er, thanks." I skittered from the room, dripping more sweat. Got home, showered and cranked up my laptop. Skype is such a cool thing.



Andi hooked up almost immediately. "HEY!" she shouted at me, fixing her hair behind her ear and smiling so sweetly.



"Hey to you. Say listen. Um, I did something stupid."



"You give the wrong order to someone? What is it?"



"The class I'm taking, we weren't supposed to delete anything from the cards."



"And you took a picture of your dick?" Andi asked, stifling a chuckle. Girls! They know everything.



"Picturezzzzzz," I emphasized.



"Oh. And the teacher?"



"Short, brown hair, maybe twenty five, HUGE chest, skinny."



"Ohmygod, it's like a soap opera. So did you delete?"



I shook my head, embarrassed again.



"Good," Andi offered. "Give the teach a thrill!" Then she guffawed onto her back. I could see her smooth, incredible balls hanging out of the leg of her short shorts as she rocked.



"Shut up," I said, annoyed but also trying not to enjoy in her mirth at the situation.



"Okay, I'm sorry. But this is so funny. What if she puts your dick up for the whole class to see?"



"There's only six of us. The only one who might think it is interesting is some teenager with braces."



"Naw, the teach is the one. Bet she says something about it to you."



"Bet not!" I retorted.



"Bet a blow job on it?" Andi giggled again, flopping her huge bag of goodies with her fingers.



That stopped me for only a moment. Emily seemed all business, even knowing I had taken dick pics. I nodded. "Bet a blow job," I said confidently.



"Okay, sucker," Andi giggled and blew me a kiss. "Go to work. I got a ticket for you. One week from today."



"Really? Wow. Um, okay. What should I---like--bring?"



"YOU!" she shouted and shut off the connection.



Okay.



Wednesday came. I cringed. I knew I had to face the music. And I was gonna be just so embarrassed. Though I didn't know the others in the class, I didn't want them to recognize me in town in case Emily explored my porn in class. SHIT! FUCK! DAMMIT!



Well, all the worrying, the sweating, putting myself in a funk was for naught. We viewed and discussed the grandma's pics of her family, the older gentlemen's shots of birds in trees and of old cars, and even the teens pics of landmarks, buildings, tattoos, etc. Those young kids had a great eye. They might even make it as photographers. I actually was proud of them. And when Emily pointed out all the cool things about the pictures of everyone, you could feel the passion she had. The enthusiasm of her talking actually made you feel the image as it was and could be. I don't know, I'm rambling. It was cool though.



And not ONE of my pics came up. Nobody noticed. They were all into themselves about their own pics. Happy for the praise and happy to share. And I was very much RELIEVED!



At the end of class, I witnessed the five offer their cameras and ten bucks to the teacher for their cards and off the went. And I went, WHAT?



"Er, no class tomorrow?" I asked hesitantly toward Emily.



"They are done. YOU, on the other had, are not. We need to talk about your photography."



I slumped into a nearby chair. "It's about my dick, isn't it."



"Was that YOUR dick?" Emily asked, surprised, a hand thumping into her wobbling chest.



Not looking up at what I missed, I nodded.



"Well Brian, yes it will be about that but also about some of your other photos. I want the last class as a one on one with you. You have potential," she offered, lifting my chin with a finger so I was looking into her eyes. They did flicker once down to her massive mammaries, but instantly flicked back up. She smelled so nice.



"O-okay." She let my chin go and smiled. "Did you take any other pictures with the new card?"



I shook my head quickly and dropped it to my chest.



"Take some. Anything. You have a good eye Brian. I think with enough practice you could be a pro."



I laughed knowing my dick was on the card.



"No really," she almost shouted, forcing my face up again. "And you can look," she sighed, knowing I was going to look at her tits anyway.



"Seriously, I think you have potential. Let's talk tomorrow. I'll show you what you did right and what you did wrong, like I already did for the others."



I nodded and stood. "Thanks Emily."



She smiled as I walked toward the door. "Hey Brian?"



I turned. "Yeah?"



"Take a couple of special pics for me. We won't grade those," she said all flirty. I chubbed. And I skid addled out of there.
 

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Note to self, women are not wired correctly. I mean, WTF? But I kept on chubbing. Weird, huh?



Andi and I Skyped before work and I told her everything. Amazed, amused and horny she ordered me to take shots of my cock. "God I wish I was there," she mused. "I could get angles on you like you wouldn't believe."



"What kind of angles?"



"Ohmygod, take a shot of your taint."



"My arms aren't that long."



"Just try."



I tried. Didn't even look at it. Hope it worked. "And your ass," Andi offered as she jacked off her monster right in front of me on the screen. She was taking great pleasure in this. So I decided on a different tactic. Instead of that I flicked the camera toward my computer screen and snapped a shot of Andi. She screamed and tried to (ha ha ha) cover her long dong silver dick.



"Don't!" she squealed.



"Alls fair in love and war," I said, taking a few more revealing shots as Andi was quite naked.



"BASTARD!" she squealed and shot off the bed out of view of the camera. I had my revenge for now. I giggled.



"Hey Babe, gotta go," I shouted and cut the connection. I giggled harder even though I was hard. I pulled my shorts off and snapped away, trying every angle even if the focus was off. And I did a few more shots of my taint, low hanging balls and my asshole. Who knows? I might have a few good ones. And I didn't even look.



For some reason I was excited. I blasted off a major eight launch load onto myself thinking about what Emily would say about my photos. Andi had charged my sexual energy. So I took a shot of my slimed body too.



Thursday came. I approached the classroom and found Emily at her computer ready to do her power point like presentation. She smiled as I stepped in. "Hey Brian."



I waved like a dork and sat at a desk.



"Well, let's see," she sighed out happily. "You had some interesting shots I'd like to go over." I nodded again and looked at the screen. For fifteen minutes she showed me my flare and reflection shots. Explained what I did right and wrong. I was impressed. I actually learned some things there but in the back of my mind was . . . . .



And then the first dark dick pick came up. Emily walked by me to close AND lock the door. Thank God they didn't have windows. "This is shit."



Huh?



"The contrast is way too dark. You need some light on that thing," she offered. "Just kidding, it's just a crappy pic. Not the cock though," she giggled, winking at me. I smiled back. If this was flirting, well, I can do it too. Then my smile faded. My chin hit my chest. I betted a blow job with Andi. And I fucking lost. Why are girls so fucking smart?



We spent the next fifteen minutes on and about my cock as picture upon picture of said object came up. Emily was easily enjoying this. I was silently cringing until she mentioned the word 'enormous'. Then I began to relax a bit. And thoughts began to play in my mind.



Most of the hour was informational and I did actually learn some things. About fifteen minutes before the class, hell, MY class was to end, another picture came up. It was Emily in a very revealing teddy, standing in a bedroom.



I gasped. I know I did. Emily laughed it off. "Yes Brian, that is me and the twins."



And those twins were incased so nicely and hugely. I could make out her areola and nipples easily.



Then she shocked me. "If you want to do porn, do it right," she admonished me. "A huge cock is a huge cock until you make it more."



I nodded, staring at her picture on the screen. Then it was replaced with a topless Emily. But it looked funny. Initially I was aroused then I turned to her. "Emily?"



"Yes Brian?" she asked, somewhat scholarly.



"Doesn't look right."



"Why?" she challenged me.



"Too flat," I offered. And thinking about what I just uttered we looked at each other and laughed.



"Very right Brian. Contrast makes things interesting. Big tits are big tits UNTIL they are something more. I'm sure you've seen lots of porn on the internet."



I feigned ignorance and she guffawed loudly. "Liar! But if you look at the pictures they are all the same--high lighting, bright, ridiculous colors and no contrast. If porn is an art then they need to step up, don't you agree?"



"Yeah, I see them. IT!" This time she laughed and lunged at me, shoving my shoulder.



She grabbed the camera on my desk and held it high. "You wanna critique this?" she asked. I shrugged.



"My girlfriend said I should take a bunch of pics of myself. Don't think much is good. But, let's do it," I offered, with gusto.



"Well, you've seen me so let's go." The card was loaded and pics came up. Absolutely they were crap. Dark, out of focus, blurry and down right crap. Except one. One shot of my smooth taint and big ball sack was visible, in focus and, I must say, perfect looking. Emily actually gasped, which I heard, when it came up, big and beautiful.



"Wow," she offered.



"That's the only one that came out," I said.



"But it's a good one," she cooed. "So big," she hissed out afterward.



"Er, I gotta go. Oh, just so you know, got a girl. Close to tying the knot kind of thing."



"Too bad. I'm there too. Not as exciting though." She sighed heavily and smiled. "Go. You did good. Tell um . . . ."



"Andi," I offered.



"Tell her she is a lucky bitch! She'll know what I mean."



I shook Emily's hand and walked out of the classroom.



Skyped Andi, told all and we jacked off together to sperming heaven. Then she surprised me after getting her breath. "Fuck her Brian."



Huh????
 

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Don't mean to tease but this is all I got right now. I will finish this story. Hope you enjoy.
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I still had work and I was rather confused. I mean, yeah, I'm a guy who is loving the looks of my teach but . . . . and my dick got hard thinking of her but . . . . . there was something nagging me. I felt FOR Andi. I didn't feel anything FOR Emily except said erection. For most guys I guess that didn't mean anything and would have gone for it. But . . . . I couldn't. I called Emily and we talked over the phone for what seemed hours. I told her everything--including what Andi offered. She was very nice (flattered??) and we talked about relationships and what girls (her point of view--obviously) wanted and I gave her an amateur guide to the male brain. We laughed and laughed. I thanked her for everything and hung up, offering to stay in touch.

With the computer booted up I tried to Skype Andi. But she didn't answer. Hmm. Okay. I had a four days before I flew out to see her. And surprisingly I wasn't in the mood to "do the exercises" either. So I took the pills and went to bed.

The next few days Andi was unavailable to talk. She sent a few cryptic messages but that was all. Was this a game? I mean, I wasn't mad or anything. Disappointed? Meh, maybe. But I truly missed her. Seeing her, hearing her talking to her. And the obvious; feeling, smelling, kissing and making love to.

I was sporting a chub most of the day during work hours. I truly believe I got a few knowing grins from both high school girls and their mothers. Why the heck were they looking THERE??? Is everyone as horny as me?

Two days later and I was not only getting agitated but down right concerned. I was getting short with some of the girls and guys at the burger joint. My manager actually pulled me aside to ask if everything was alright. I assured him I was good. I kept my mouth shut for the rest of my last shift.

The tickets had arrived two days before and I arranged for my buddy Timmy to take me to the airport. He had met Andi over Christmas and liked her. "Have fun Bri," he offered with a wink as I got out dragging my small suitcase with me. "Thanks man. See ya."

Stood in the security line for like for-fucking-ever. But I was very early because I was anxious to get to Andi.

The gate was empty so I grabbed a chair with a plug so I could use my laptop to watch a movie or something. Grabbed some lunch and got some snacks for the plane. An hour later the announcement was made for boarding. Finally. Come on and light this fucking candle. I got a rocket in my pocket dude!

Settling into my seat I sighed. Two and a half hours and I'd be seeing Andi. I was in the middle. Just my luck. Big guy on my right and a mothball smelling older woman at the window. I was too giddy to care really.

The flight was fast. Must have had a tailwind. The pilot announced that the weather was very nice so everyone was amicable as we all got off. Since I had no baggage to claim I texted Andi I had arrived. She had told me to do that. I got a quick reply. MEET ME AT BAGGAGE CLAIM.

Ooookay, off I went dragging my small suitcase (actually Bree's) behind, a smile plastered on my face. I followed the signs and soon hit the area.

I looked around and kept walking slowly as people grabbed bags at the carousels and sped away. Finally I found her, looking the other way. She had on short shorts. Couldn't miss that ass. So perfect. Delish!

"Andi," I called out and she turned to me. But something was off. She didn't smile and rush at me like in the movies, arms out for me to rush into, like I dreamed. Now I knew something was wrong.

FUCK! My mind went a mile a minute as I closed the distance to her. She didn't move, only fidget. Finally I stopped in front of her, set the suitcase up and reached for her. Something changed in her face, a softening and she melted into my arms.

"Ooofff," I groaned out.

I squeezed and her back cracked loudly.

"Wow," I giggled.

"I missed you," she groaned against my ear as it felt she held on to me for dear life. "God me too." I felt her shudder, a quiver that was not from happiness or anything sexual. It was a reaction, a reflex. It wasn't natural.

"What's wrong?" I asked pulling back and putting my face in front of hers. I saw that her eyes were watery and rather red.

"Andi, what the fuck?" Rather loudly, sorry.

"Shhhh," she admonished, putting a finger to my lips, looking about at the other people passing by.

"I'll tell you in the car."

And hot damn if it wasn't a fine little red BMW coupe. It was her mother's Andi had told me.

Once we got out of the madness of the airport I sighed and looked over at my girl. "So? You want to talk to me about the last few days?"

"My parents came home." That was it.

"Okay."

"Yep." Clipped and quick. Monotone. No emotion. Nada.

"Cool. I'll get to meet them," trying to sound upbeat.

"They never come home during this time of year. Dad is usually working hard on a project and Mom always hits the West Coast to visit friends and family." Guess she didn't hear me.

"Ah. Okay. But they are home now. And you did mention that you wanted me to meet them."

She eyed me quickly and snorted. "I just said that Brian. I only wanted you to come and be with me."

I shrugged. "I'm here. So what's the big deal?"

"You remember me telling you about my Dad?"

"Yep."

"Well, he's as bad as ever. When he caught me wearing a bikini on the deck the other day he almost exploded."

"He still won't accept you as you?"

Andi shook her head and hit the turn signal. We had been driving for about forty minutes. The off ramp drew off toward the right.

There was a lot of open land here. I marveled at the huge expanses of land with big houses on them. This was a very wealthy area. But I already knew that.

Andi gripped the steering wheel tighter now. Her knuckles were white, lips tight and eyes wide.

"You think it's alright for me to be here? I mean, do you want me to go home?"

THAT WAS THE WRONG FUCKING ANSWER MORON!!!

Andi burst into tears as she drove. Oh shit.

"Andi, I didn't mean anything." God was I digging the hole deeper. I was fucked. No matter what I said now was gonna be wrong. I knew that. So I did the only thing I could think of. I reached over and touched her shoulder.

She swatted away my hand as her crying continued. It was a high whine of crying that hurt the ears. Hell, half the dogs in the freakin' county had to be howling by now.

"Sorry. Look Andi, can I do something?" She bawled even more. "ANYTHING?"

Turn signals and we went left up a long private drive. "Oh shit," I muttered. The house seemed to be miles away but came up pretty fast. A huge black Suburban and a silver Bentley sat in the drive. The five garage doors were closed.

'Were there more?' I thought. Andi continued to cry softly.

Now I was getting mad. Andi didn't deserve this. She was sweet, intelligent, kind and giving. And SHE WAS MINE.

I felt the shot of adrenaline enter my blood stream as I unbuckled and got out. My bag came next. Andi slowly got out as I slammed the fucking car door, shaking the small car.

Proudly I strode up to the impressive front doorway with its huge wooden doors and expensive marble tile on the porch.

"Wait," Andi squeaked out, running toward me as I pushed the doorbell.

Nothing. Nobody came. It was about ten seconds and I hit the doorbell ten fucking times. DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG . . . . . .!

I was majorly pissed and hopped up.

Finally I heard a muffled, "I'm coming for Christ's sake."

A very nice looking woman, dressed casually, opened the door. My grimaced face immediately morphed into a beaming smile just as Andi ran up to me out of breath.

"Hi. I'm Brian Belson, Andi's boyfriend," I said, offering my hand to the surprised woman who offered a clammy wet fish. I gave it a quick jerk up and down. I think Andi cringed but I couldn't tell as I strode confidently inside with my sister's banged up, scratched suitcase rolling behind me. I thought I heard a groan but couldn't distinguish from mother and daughter. I grinned.
 

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A bit more.

Andi ran up to me and grabbed my arm, giving me a weird look; surprise, fear maybe awe?

The woman, I'm assuming her mother, closed the door. "Well, okay. Brian, I am Martha. Pleased to meet you too," she said, clacking her heeled sandals across more super expensive marble as she stopped in front of me and looked me up and down. "Andi has spoken of you."

"I hope it was all good," I said with as much mirth as I could, including a sly grin.

Martha gave a slight smile and nodded. "Would you like something to drink?"

Andi gripped my arm hard. I wanted to look at Andi and say 'what the fuck' but I just smiled and asked for a soda. As soon as Martha clacked away into the kitchen area I whipped my face at Andi.

"What is going on Ange!" I growled out lowly.

"They will grill you. And make fun of me in front of you," she whispered sadly.

"No they won't," I hissed, hugging her to me. "I won't let that happen."

With watery eyes looking up at me I practically melted. My strong, smart Andi was mush when it came to her mother and bull father. 'Well, I'm not a push over,' I told myself.

I softly gripped her small ass in my hands and gave a quick peck on her surprised lips. Knew it had to be quick as I could already hear the clack clack clack as her mother was coming back to us. I dropped my hands and turned toward Martha.

She offered the cola and I grabbed it. "Thank you Martha." She had a nice four finger glass of good scotch I'm sure.

"Care to sit in the living room? I'm sure Harold, my husband, will want to meet you," she offered, sending her arm in the direction of the room.

I set the suitcase against a wall and walked, following her. I felt Andi grip my other arm again.

"Relax," I hissed back at her as we sat on a sofa, Martha in an upright chair.

"So!" she gushed out loudly. It was high pitched and very direct.

"You met my s-child at college?" she asked. I was ready.

"Yes Ma'am. Your daughter here has taken my heart," I offered, looking at a super surprised Andi as I gave her a wink. God I wanted to kiss her.

I heard Martha give a slight choke and clear her throat. Then took a healthy swig of said scotch.

"Oh. Yes. Well, Andrew was first a boy." Her voice was tight. Good scotch.

The grip on my arm was tightening. I smiled although Andi is actually strong. FUCK! It hurt. She was hitting a nerve in my bicep but I wasn't going to give in. I patted her hand to give me a freaking break. I felt her give a little.

"Ma'am, uh Martha? Look. I'm a guy. I am not gay. I love girls. All sorts of girls. Oh, may I be frank?"

Martha seemed taken aback and nodded, taking another deep sip.

"I like tits. I like ass. I like legs, lips, armpits, knees, toes, calves, biceps, and especially necks." Andi was practically squeezing my arm to death as she huffed air into her lungs. I finally peeled her hand from my arm and threw it down on her lap. "Relax," I hissed enough to send spit onto her cheek.

Martha gave a sigh and slight cough while I did note her breathing increasing also.

"Am I being crude Martha?"

"N-no Brian. Continue," she ordered, casting a hand about her perfectly coifed hair as the other hand brought the glass to her lips, downing it.

"That is how most boys talk. I don't talk like that. I love your daughter. I love her brain, her heart and her body. In that order. Does that give you an idea of who I am?"

Martha gushed out some air and tried to recover by giving a girlish laugh and a smile. "W-why yes. It sounds wonderful."

I looked at a super awed Andi as I smiled before I stood, stepping in front of Martha. She seemed surprised yet held my gaze. The empty glass slipped from her hand and thudded to the perfect carpet below.

"I know what you're thinking but you are wrong. Andrea IS a girl. Inside and out. I don't mind that little bit of dangling skin between her legs." I know Andi had to giggle at that. "And I know I'm making love to a girl with only one hole. Am I getting crude Martha?"

Again, Martha, wide eyed, shook her head 'no'.

"Thank you. I, well, we, Andi and I can't have children with each other." Martha nodded slightly. And I read that knowing what my mother has wanted for years. Grandchildren. "BUT," I shouted, sending a hand and finger up into the sky. I glanced at Andi who was as wide eyed as her mother. "We have a surrogate that we will both have children with, so you have DNA from your daughter and my family has DNA from me. Understand?" I stared at Martha who seemed about to faint.

"Mother," Andi shouted out and rushed to the older woman.

"Andrew, what the fuck?" she groaned out.

"We both got cocks Martha. And balls." She groaned in pain.

"And we have a female friend who will carry our children one at a time until we get a family everyone will love," I continued. By now Andi was catering to her passed out mother on the chair. "And I love to fuck your daughter," I shouted.

Andi pounced on me and punched me HARD in the gut. I bent over and gasped.

"Stop it Brian. She was on my side."

I didn't really mean to verbally abuse her mother but I still was running on adrenaline so I cooled down and drank the can of soda she gave me in one go.

Andi sent me upstairs to the guest room with me rolling suitcase and told me to clean up for dinner. I had already packed a dinner jacket my dad loaned me and some khakis with some nice shoes.

I waited for the word.
 

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Almost an hour past before I got the knock on the door. Andi entered and sighed. "I got her to cheer for you even after all you said."


"Wait. Everything I said was true. I didn't say anything bad. And I do love you."


"I know that," she offered, swiping a hand like it didn't matter. And now 'love you back'?


"Andi, why are you being like this?"


"I got other issues Brian."


I was taken aback. "And I'm not part of those issues?"


"You almost screwed that up with my mother."


"Well fuck you. I did it for us. And you surely didn't say anything."


"What the hell could I do with motor mouth going at it," she snarled back.


My heat was up and so was whatever I could get back for my whole being loving this creature who was now making me feel, of all people, like I was the problem.


"No worries. I say nothing embarrassing from now on," I hissed out between tightly held lips. I knew I could change the ticket home. And I got some extra cash Andi didn't know about that I saved up. I'm pissed and this isn't right.


Another ten minutes and Andi was dressed in a feminine dress and me in my crappy stuff. We went down. The smell of food wafted into my nose as we hit the dining room. Martha was serving. The big man sitting at the head of the table looked like, heck, like Mike Ditka! (Bears fame) A mean scowl on his face as both of us entered.


"And who might you be?" his deep voice echoed about the high ceiling.


"Brian Belson," I answered and didn't offer anything more.


"H-he's my friend," Andi offered weekly.


I looked at a frightened Martha who set the dish down and clacked back into the kitchen. I turned to Andi who's head was down looking into her lap.


I wanted to . . . . no, Andi said I screwed up. I won't say a thing. Or . . . .


"I can leave if it's an issue," I offered.


The big man looked up and squinted his eyes toward me. "That might be best," he growled out, taking a piece of steak into his gaping maw.


I shrugged. "No worries. May I take my bag with me or will you confiscate it?"


"Clown," the man said, stuffing more food into his face.


I got up, the chair making a huge screech on the expensive marble. Turning I walked out and went upstairs. It didn't take long for Andi to rush in.


"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" she hissed loudly at me.


"I got nothing. You told me not to screw up or say anything. I don't know where you're head is but it's not with me."


"My head???!! What the hell? I'm trying to save my trust fund."


"A trust . . . . "


"Brian, I need you to help me with this."


"With what?"


"I need you to be with me right now."


My body went limp. "Andi," I whispered as I sat the suitcase up on the futon running into the bathroom taking my toiletries I thought I would need to clean up after some naughty time with my girl. My heart was heavy and actually hurt. My second hurt. In very little time. And I thought I was good.


"Brian, I need you to HELP me," Andi stressed again, hands pressed across her heart.


I stifled a laugh as I snapped the suitcase closed. "You are out of your mind," I said plainly.


"Brian? What is going on? Why are you . . . "


"You said I screwed up with your mother. A mother who was on your side. I wanted to tell your Dad how I felt about you, how WE felt about each other. Guess I was wrong. I don't have a trust fund Andi. You do. So how can I help you with that? By telling your Dad I love his SON? Is that what you want from me? HEY MISTER DRYDON I FUCK YOUR TRUST FUND SON IN THE ASS?"


Andi was now dropping tears but I knew it was an act. "I'm going. Thanks for the ticket."


I brushed past her and trotted down the stairs, opened the door and walked out. I heard the door open but not a sound from my precious Andi. As I walked down the long drive I heard the click of the big door close.


Nothing came to me. I went on down the drive to the street. Walking about a mile I heard then looked back at a pickup truck coming my way. I flipped the cliched thumb and the vehicle stopped. "Need a ride to the airport but will go as close as I can," I said into the open window.


The girl smiled and shrugged. "No worries man. I can take you all the way."


I tossed Bree's suitcase into the bed and climbed in the cab. "Hey thanks."


"Why you leaving?" the young girl asked.


"Bad blood," I offered, looking straight ahead. "Let's go."


The truck's engine went up several octaves as it roared away. I had nothing. I was dead and would be dead for who knows how long. All I know is I wasn't going back to Mom's college. It was a trap, a nasty trap that I didn't want to get caught in again.

Sorry it was a downer but the original outline was gonna take a long time. And not to diss anyone but thought this was the best ending. Hey, I've had a lot of bad endings so it's real anyway. Hope you enjoyed reading and hope to come up with something else for you folks soon. I'm off work! WooHoo!

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It was an interesting story, though the main character seemed like an idiot the entire time, and unnaturally quick to anger. Did you intend to write him like that?