Page 44 of Paper Thin Love

“Why?”

“Because I’m tired as fuck and want to sleep. I’ll live to see the next weekend.” He reaches for the string of his scrubs, and they begin to fall as soon as he unties them.

I don’t get a moment to close my eyes or try to compose myself. I start to see the low‘V’that leads directly to—

“It’s just a cock. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty. Can we hurry up?” Dash grumbles.

I feel like I’m suffering from third-degree burns. I look at the scrubs, which are caught on the cast, halting them from falling further. Since the cast is all the way down his leg, he can’t bend. He could try to shimmy the pants off, but I don’t think he’d be able to get them back on by himself.

Frustrated by my lack of movement, he starts to shove the scrubs off over his cast, and that’s when I see it. My first cock. Contrary to what Dash King thinks, I haven’t seen one in person before.

It’s…well, it’s long, semi-hard, and…it’s got me feeling curious. Those sparks are now a roaring fire in my belly. I don’t remember how—it’s like a blur—but I help Dash get his pants off, and then he’s standing there naked and posing nonchalantly like the David statue for me to admire in all his glory.

I’m dazed and stunned as he orders me to tape the trash bag over his cast. I warn him that the tape is going to hurt when I have to peel it off, and I’m met with a scary reply I can’t respond to.

I look at his cock. It’s hard not to, as I kneel in front of it. I have to place the tape high up his inner thigh, and that’s when it happens—the back of my hand accidentally touches his sex.

“I’m sorry!” I exclaim.“I didn’t mean to.”

I look down. Stop looking! It begins to harden, slowly turning into an upright position.

Oh! Oh...

“Dash!” I scream.“Stop. Make it stop!” He’s getting hard in front of me!

He snickers.“What did you expect? You side-swiped it and have been ogling it. I can’t control its actions, Mila.”

“Oh my god!”

He laughs again.“You’d think you’ve never seen a dick before.”

“I haven’t!”

His laughter dies.“Why?”

“Why haven’t I seen a,” I can’t say it. However, my eyes hone in on Dash King’s not-so-little prince, as if they have found their fountain of youth.

“Why?” Dash presses again.

I shake my head and try to peel my eyes away. It feels just as hard as trying to remove those irritating price stickers on the visible side of a product. I swear a sadist puts them on and is secretly giggling, knowing I’m going to chip my nail trying to remove it.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Lies. You could see a cock at this school easily.” Dash tilts his head, those blue eyes zooming in closer on me. I feel like an artifact under his microscope. Knowing him, he’s trying to figure out a way to turn me into a weapon of mass destruction.“Why haven’t you let someone in?”

“No one has made me feel.” If a statementusedto be true, does that make me a liar?It was true until I met you.

“A lot of people fuck so they don’t have to feel.”

My lips tug up. This is why it’s so addicting to dance with Dash. It’s the push and pull, the highs and lows.“True.” I lick my lips before I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. My eyes are worse than a paparazzo’s lens. I can’t help but look back down at his sex.

How would having sex with him make me feel?

Something crosses his face; it looks like remorse.“I’m going to shower, then I just need you to help me change. You’re free to go until the morning.”

He leaves for the bathroom and closes the door. I’m left standing there, and it isn’t until the shower switches off that I realize I haven’t moved an inch.

The bathroom door opens with steam billowing out. Fresh from a shower, Dash King looks...like someone I could fall for. Clean and pure.

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