No feelings.
No lies of calling the next day, and no empty promises of not banging anyone’s mother.
If I could act like I’ve never met a set of twins I screwed on the same night, thinking they were the same person, then I could do this.
It was the perfect set up for a fake relationship and it was simple.
We faked our smiles, we faked our laughs; hell, we even faked our love. It wasn’t real.
But that kiss was anything but fake, and the orgasm was anything but pretend.

Somehow my plus one had become more, and now I’m standing here with my underwear around my ankles wondering what in the hell to do next.

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Plus One

Sitting in my chair I watch the MMA match on TV, lazily sipping a beer with a bowl of Doritos in my lap.


I shouldn't have texted Rae today. What the hell was I thinking? 


I bite into a chip, thinking about what the hell was on my mind when I sent that text.


I was generally curious what she was up to. Why? 


I wonder what she's doing right now. What she's wearing.


The thought of her in a short skirt and no panties flare in the back of my mind and my cock begins to grow in my sweatpants.


Growling, I set the bowl of chips on the side table and down the rest of my beer.


Undressing, my hard cock springs free, it's sensitive and near fucking purple. I swear to God blue-balls is a real thing. 


Chapter 22