Keith
“Look, you started this s**t, not me. You go meet her.” I stuck my head back into the textbook I’d been reading and tried to get back into it. I had a test in the morning and didn’t have time for girls, even ones I’d wanted to f**k for over a month.
“But you’re the smooth-talker, Keith, not me.”
“What the f**k are you talking about?” I closed the book and turned to my bro. “You’re the one that talks about how you want to take her against a wall, until she sweetly screams your name. I tell her I want to bang her against the wall, with her ass sliding on my c**k. You’re the poetic one.”
“Actually, Colin’s the one that asks her about who she is, what she does, and all of that stuff.” My sensitive brother said. I knew that’s what this was about. He didn’t want to meet her because
