.::This chapter is meant for a little character development as well as a way to setup for the next steamy chapter. It's short, but I hope you enjoy.=]::.
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"Oh-ho Shit!" Kei's head threw back over the 'Couples chair' with laughter. Anytime she tried to stop laughing, she looked at the paper I wrote and broke into a fit of giggles again. When laughing delivered no satisfaction, she rolled around in the chair, clutching her stomach while gasping for air.
"It's not that funny." I grumbled, occupied with cleaning my waffle iron.
"Ha!" She barked, nearly sobering as she sat up from the comfort of the cushions. She giggled again, "This shit is hilarious."
I glared at her, noticing that her long straight black hair had been messed up from her rolling giggle fit.
"I like how it couldn't possibly be that he finds you unattractive. He MUST be gay."
"Leave me alone..."
"This is seriously your first time?" She asked for the literal 7th time.
I scoffed practically slamming my waffle maker back to where it belonged. "Don't you think if I was making it up it would be less embarrassing than that?"
Her face twisted with laughter, "Oh fuck," She started laughing again and fell back into the chair, unable to handle the hilarity of it all. "My face hurts." She groaned after a moment. She poked at her cheeks still smiling.
"Okay, okay!"
"I'm sorry, I'm trying. Okay...kay. So..." She sat up as I walked into the room with a glass of juice.
"I can't believe you're doing this."
"It's not like I want to write about it. The assignment was to write about experiences in relation to the seven deadly sins."
"No, I mean, taking a sex addict class or what ever."
"Oh," I sighed, "Yeah, well, it's interesting." I handed her the glass.
"Why are you even doing it? You are NOT a sex addict." She leaned back with the glass in both hands.
I watched her cautiously, promising myself I'd kill her if she got anything on my favorite piece of furniture.
"I don't know. I guess I just want to learn how to control the need. Ugh." I ran my hands through my long brown hair. "Cause that's what it's become. A need."
"I think you just need a boyfriend you can sleep with all the time."
Throwing myself into the couch, I threw my hands toward the sky. "You're telling me. I don't think guys like dating me though," My feet found the coffee table easily out of habit.