Page 27 of The Boy I Once Loved

He pauses and looks up at me. “Putting these on you. Unless you want to go to school commando.”

“I can’t wear your boxers,” I protest.

“Why not? You have no clean underwear here, just have a pair of mine. No big deal.”

I continue to scowl at him, but I realise he is right and with a quick nod I allow him to put my feet in and I stand and lean on him whilst he pulls them up under the towel. He pinches my arse just before I let go, making me yelp. “That’s payback for nipping my arm. Twice.”

He walks away from me, back into the ensuite and he comes out with my bra in his hand, and he passes it to me. “Need my help?”

“No,” I growl. “Turn around.”

Sighing and grinning, he gives me his back. “They’re just tits El. I have seen tits before? you know.”

I quickly whip down the towel and put my bra on. "Yeah, well, these are my tits, and you haven't seen these and they are pretty awesome," I tell him, throwing his own words from earlier back at him.

“I don’t doubt that.” I think I hear him say.

“Sorry what?” I ask, unsure if I heard him right.

“I said I doubt that.” I push the back of his leg with my good leg, and he stumbles forward laughing. “Can I look now? Miss prude.”

"Yes," I tell him. "And I am not a prude. Can you get me, my joggers?"

Nodding, he scoops them off the floor and he brings them to me. Without asking, he pulls each leg over my feet and pulls them up for me. He looks around his room. “Where did you fling your top last night?”

“I didn’t fling it anywhere, you did.” He hands me his deodorant and I give under my arms a quick spray.

He winks at me, grinning. “Oh yeah, In my rush to get you naked and in my bed.” He stalks around his room, looking behind the armchair and in his wardrobe. “I can’t see it anywhere. You’ll have to wear one of mine.” He rummages through his drawers and pulls out a navy football training top. “This will do. It’s last year’s, it should fit you a bit better.”

He walks over and hands it to me and I pull it over my head. “It’s too big.”

"Come here." He pulls me to standing and grabs the front of the top and ties it into a knot. "There. That looks fine. Let's get your shoe on and then we can go eat. I'm starving."

Five minutes later we enter the kitchen, with me riding piggyback. His mum looks up at us from her bowl of cereal. “I made you both some toast and eggs. They’re in the warming draw.”

Dylan drops me in a chair opposite his mum and then grabs both our plates and brings them over. "Thanks, Mum, I'm famished."

I look up from my food to find his mum watching us. “Look you two, if you are going to be having sex under my roof, I need to know you are being safe, so here.” She plonks a box of ribbed condoms on the table, and I splutter my food out all over the table.

“Fuck mum. I have condoms, okay?” Dylan groans, dropping his head into his hands, looking mortified.

She pushes them towards him. “Well, now you have plenty. I know what it’s like when you first get together with someone, you can’t keep your hands off each other.”

“Jesus, mum,” Dylan hisses.

“Stacey, I think there has been a misunderstanding here. Dylan and I, we’re just friends. I needed his help to get out of the shower with this damn boot.”

She actually looks disappointed. “Oh okay.” She looks over at Dylan, her brow scrunched, “I just thought. Never mind.” She stands and shouts Charlie, leaving us alone in the room.

“Oh, my god.” I rest my head on the table. “Your mum gave us a box of condoms.”

Dylan’s laugh has me raising my head. “I know. Ribbed ones, too. My mum has taste.”

“Ugh. Don’t.” I take the box from him and look at them. “She could have at least got flavoured ones.”

Dylan chokes on his eggs. “Why would you want flavoured? No guy wants his dick sucked off with one of those things on.”

I stop mid-chew on my toast. I’m getting a little hot and bothered talking about sex and blow jobs with him. “Well, you’d know Mr Shag-a-lot.”

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