I expected last night to be much worse then it was. It wasn’t terrible, but I sure as hell didn’t feel like Jesus Christ or anything, but I’ll just explain it to you. There are some days that I wear skirts. Yes, those things that catholic school girls and hookers wear constantly. However, mine out beat them more in whoreism. See this is suppose to be a skirt that you wear over your pants, its approximately five inches long, and since I’m so well at tucking myself into awkward positions, I was physically able to pull off a five inch skirt without the need of pants as assistance. Half that being because I don’t have an ass to hang out to back. Anyway, the purpose of this wasn’t technically to wear a skirt, but for Halloween, since everyone else was being forced into different things, I figured it better to be in my own clothing then someone else’s. So what I did was I put on my fishnet top, my hoodie above that, the short skirt, and I drew some stitches on my lips to make myself a little more Halloween-y. The Tiara that I was wearing was forced later after I got there to make it a little extra for me. However the excuse, “this is for Halloween” was clearly a lie. I mean, technically not since I was wearing it FOR Halloween, but it was mostly for Boy. I know I’m a fucking whore, but I really, REALLY want that guy. Luckily enough for me, Boy fell right into it. After his girlfriend had went home, I walked into his room and talked about how I was his stalker and that I was going to stalk him. He looked nervously at me and then replied, “I’ve never had a stalker before”. I grinned “Technically I’m not your stalker since you know that I am, but I could be, If you wanted.” “And what would you do if you were my stalker?” “You know the usual. Stare at you through your window, watch you while you sleep, keep bits of hair from your head to put into a scrap book.” He laughed. “You want my hair?” and I thought about it for a second before responding. “Not really, that’d be kind of grody.” I replied. He laughed again. The night went on like that for only a little longer, then he wanted me out. I put my hand on the doorknob and then turned to him and spoke out, “You know, Just because you’re scared of me because I’m gay and you find me extremely attractive doesn’t mean everyone in the house assumes you’re having sex with me”. It caught him off guard and he sat there for a second, “I honestly would love to have sex with you, but Glasses already knows that its not going to happen. Not since I don’t make the first move.” He nodded and replied, “It’s not that…” “Yes it is, and you know damn well it is, you’ve been avoiding me, only because you assume every time we’re in a room together alone you won’t be able to understand I won’t make a move on you, even though you want me to.” He looked nervous. “I do that to everyone.” I laughed. “no you don’t, I’ve watched you, You don’t do it to any of the other guys except me.” He looked slightly sorry, “They all are constantly here in a room with you and you don’t have a problem with them at all. It’s just me”. “They’re musicians, and as you can see, this is the music room. That’s why.” “In that case, I’ll let you know that I can play the piano, mandolin, and the trumpet.” “Well?” “Would I bring it up if I couldn’t play them well?” “True…” “Feel more comfortable?” “Yeah…” “Good.” I stayed in his room for a good two hours. Part of the time he was playing with himself. And it had gotten to the point that he was going to have sex with me. He would reach in his pants, play with himself and then pull out again. Constantly he’d pull down his pants and then complain about his dick size which I didn’t have a problem with at all, However that didn’t stop him from doing it. The fourth time he pulled up his pants, I stopped him, “You’re just going to pull them down again, so give up.” So He pulled them all the way off. We talked as if we were going to have sex, and he really wanted to. He didn’t want to make his girlfriend upset though and kept telling me how he felt so guilty and how he didn’t want to hurt her yet how he wanted to try so badly. He then looked up at me with his fucking gorgeous eyes and murmured, “I’m scared…” I nodded. “You don’t have to, I’ve not once said that you had to do anything with me, its all your choice.” “I know… I want to, I just don’t know what to expect” Two hours and five more erections and I finally told him good night and left the room, promising that If I wasn’t there in the morning I’d leave him a note. Of course my mom wasn’t too happy that I wanted to stay that morning, because Boy told me how depressing it is to be alone in the house in the mornings, and he asked if I could stay. Mom didn’t let that happen, so I left him a note like a said telling him to contact me online and I locked the door and left. Slamming myself into the car and heading home. As soon as I was in my bed, upset that my dog fucking chewed up the cords to the Dial up connection because I wasn’t here last night, I passed out. I honestly want to know why the fuck I turn him down when he wants to so badly. We get so fucking close and I then tell him he doesn’t have to. Fuck Me.