Jason Davenport
I lay on a sofa in the living room. It'd been a while since I've had this much freedom. And it was nice.
I'd left school an hour ago, getting home a full hour later because I'd decided to take my car for a spin.
God, I missed this. Car, video games, leaving school late. . .
And to top it all off, I didn't have to see Ashley's face for two whole weeks. What more could a guy ask for?
All I needed now was alcohol and a good hard f**k.
I started to plan the party I was going to throw tomorrow, making a mental list of all the girls that'd grovel if I asked them to my room.
Girls that'd be up for a good f**k without batting an eyelid.
I felt my c**k begin to harden in anticipation, and I wondered if it was too late to throw the party tonight instead.
Reaching for m
