I have plenty of ideas for this story, but feel free to share yours if you have any.
This chapter might be a little slower than the rest, but that should be fun too.
Enjoy!
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Alex felt like he could spend an eternity just laying there and letting time slowly pass. One single disgusted glance had robbed his life of joy. Like a needle pressed against a balloon, so did it pop his bubble of rapture.
It wasn't exactly the first time he felt down because of the way he was, but it had never been this severe. Since his birth his addition had only caused trouble. His parents had been shocked at first, but decided against removing it. Despite that, they kept his condition under wraps and didn't inform any other member of his family. The only ones that knew about it were the handful of private doctors and even those were forced to keep silent by contracts and threats of legal action.
His parents didn't mistreat their only child in any way, but they definitely kept their distance. Maybe he gave them the idea that there was something off about them too, since he was their flesh and blood after all. Whatever it was, he was sent off to a boarding school and finally to the capital, Heliopolis, for his studies. He could understand their motives and the look on Emily's face just reaffirmed his beliefs. Luckily his parents only mailed him these days, so he didn't have to look them in the eyes too.
The ringtone of his phone reminded him that the world hadn't paused just so he could have internal monologues all day. He didn't bother to pick up the phone, or even check the who the caller was, and dragged himself towards the shower instead. The cold shower did wake him up, although he still lacked the will or energy to really do anything. Alex did shave the stubbles on his chin and took a razor to other hair in various places. He might feel like crap, but that didn't exactly mean he had to look like a caveman.
Once downstairs again, this time in normal clothes instead of a pair of pyjama pants, he decided to make himself breakfast. The clock told him it was past noon already, but he still counted it as breakfast. Not that it really mattered. His phone went off again whilst he was eating a bowl of cereal and it kept ringing every so often. As Alex put away the washing-up, he decided he had had enough of his phone.
He walked over to the couch and picked it up, briefly looking at the locked screen. It told him he had twenty missed calls and a handful of voicemail messages waiting for him. Without checking who it was, he simply shut his phone off.
"Can't be too important," he muttered to himself.
His parents didn't call him and it couldn't be Emily. If he didn't want anything to do with someone, the last thing he would do was call them. It might have been Zack or someone trying to sell him snake oil over the phone. Whatever it was, it could certainly wait a while. The date Zack and he had found to visit the gym was far enough away that they'd see each other during a lecture, so he doubted he'd even call about that.
After putting his phone back down on the couch, he went back to the table and opened his laptop. He figured he might as well get some work done in order not to waste the day entirely. All the assignments he had to do were already done, so that just left him with job searches.
"At least it's something," he thought to himself.
He spent an hour or two like that, before giving up. All the sites he was looking at didn't have any suitable offerings for him. Either the hours were impossible to meet with his current schedule, or they required qualifications he didn't have. He had worked in retail before and wouldn't have minded doing that again, but there wasn't an open spot in that field apparently. It didn't help either that he kept going back to the conversations he had with Emily either. It got to the point where he couldn't look at another listing without being reminded of her.
He was pulled away from his inner turmoil when the doorbell rang. His neighbours mostly kept to themselves and he hadn't ordered anything, so he wasn't expecting anyone. His pondering got interrupted by the doorbell ringing a second time, which prompted Alex to get up and see who needed to see him.
Alex unlocked the door and pushed it open. To his surprise, Emily stood outside. She still looked as beautiful as ever, even if her hair was a mess and her eyes looked watery. He supressed the impulse to grab and kiss her, since that would be the last thing she'd come over for.
"Why'd you come here?" he asked her.
"I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up the phone. I needed to talk to you."
"Why? What's there to talk about?" he said with an emotionless voice. "It was pretty clear last night what you thought."
A tear started to travel down her cheek and more followed it.
"Here's why," Emily responded before stepping forward and planting her lips against his. "I still want you, damn it!"
Alex was taken aback by both her words and her actions. If anything, he had expected her to ridicule him at this point.
"But you looked so shocked, so disgusted with me. How could you possibly want anything do with me?"
"I was pretty shocked, yeah," she responded. "It's not everyday that you see two cocks jump out of one person's pants, especially not that big. If anything, I was angry at you."
Emily was still standing outside and looked around to see if there was anything listening.
"You did get me off, but the sight of your cocks got me kinda horny again. So, you left me, uhm, all hot and bothered," she added.
"You're right, that's no way to treat a lady," Alex quipped.
"Yeah," Emily responded.
Before she could say anymore, he pulled her into a tight hug and closed the door behind her.
"I thought I had lost you," Alex whispered to her.
She shut him up by kissing him again. He could taste the mix of her salty tears and her strawberry lipstick as their lips met. They simply stood there for a while before Emily let go.
"I guess we have something, well, two things to talk about," she said.
"Get yourself a chair at the table, Emily, I'll get us something to drink."
The two of them made their way to the kitchen, where Emily sat down as Alex poured them glasses of lemonade before sitting down next to her. He noticed she had brought her backpack with her, which seemed pretty full for a visit, but he didn't ask her about it. Instead, he offered her some tissues to wipe her tears away.
"So, you were born with two penises?" Emily asked him.
"They've been there since the beginning. Some genetic anomality or something. The doctors still haven't figured out how it happened, so it might as well be witchcraft. You'd think another one wouldn't be that strange, there are people with three nipples after all, but this is an exception somehow."
He noticed Emily chew on her lip as if she were contemplating something before she shook her head. Whatever it was she was thinking about, he doubted he'd hear from it.
"What's it like then, to have two dicks? Do they both work and do you get, like, super aroused or something?" she inquired, her curiosity clearly peaked.
"I'm not sure if it's any better or worse than just having one, but puberty sure wasn't fun. Instead of randomly getting one boner, I was getting two. Combine that with the situation of my boarding school, which meant I had few opportunities to masturbate, and you have a recipe for disaster. Luckily, we only had male teachers that started to look at trolls, so that helped calm the situation a little," he said whilst chuckling at the memory.
