TABOO TALES(erotica)

They placed their order and waited for the waitress to leave.

“I’d say the plan worked out as well as we could have expected,” Henry said and got nods all around.

“The turd getting hit by a car was an unexpected bonus,” Rick added.

Kevin frowned. “Seriously fucked up that sweet corvette.”

“Yeah, Todd’s dad is going to seriously fuck him up. The old bastard loved that Vette more than Todd,” Henry chuckled. “I do feel bad about the car, though.”

“So, we shouldn’t expect Marin back anytime soon, yes?” Kevin asked.

“How the fuck should I know? I’m not his doctor,” Henry snapped.

They were quiet for a minute, then Rick frowned at Greg. “We should have amended the list of recipients for that message.”

Greg looked at him in confusion. “What?”

“Yeah, to exclude our girlfriends,” Rick explained.

“Seriously. Did you want to paint a bullseye on us?” Greg asked incredulously.

Henry spoke up. “Rick, there are a number of reasons what you suggested is a dumbass plan. Firstly, Greg’s reason. Second, the email was pulled quickly, but it still got to everyone through the online sites where it was posted. Our girlfriends, discovering they weren’t included in the initial distribution, would have looked for it online. Next comes a simple question: what the fuck does it matter if they see the picture? The dude is a freaking goth boy. No one likes him as he makes everyone uncomfortable.”

“He doesn’t look like a goth boy in the picture!” Rick insisted. Henry frowned at him, and Rick’s expression turned puzzled. “You did look at the picture, didn’t you?”

“Why would I look at a picture of a naked guy? I’m not a fag!” Henry retorted.

“You’d look at it for the same reason I did. You start thinking, what if my girlfriend sees it? How will they react?” Rick insisted.

Greg laughed, and the others looked at him. “You’re seriously worried the bubble brain is going to dump you for him?”

“No! Dump me, no, but I don’t want her looking at other guy’s junk. It’s different if it’s in a movie or on TV as that’s not here, in our town, going to our school.”

The pizzas arrived, and they shut up while they had company. The moment they were alone, though, Greg started in on Rick with another grin.

“You’ve put some serious thought into this doomsday theory of yours. So, the ladies are safe to see Michael Fassbender, Viggo Mortensen, or Ewan McGregor flash their dicks in a movie, but you draw the line at them seeing a picture of the local creepy goth dude’s cock.”

“Fuck off! It’s different if it’s someone they can actually meet!” Rick growled.

“So, you’re saying you don’t want them meeting the meat?” Greg asked with a grin.

Henry waded in with a thought he had before Rick exploded. “How did you come up with that list of male actors so quickly? Your favorite movie list?”

“Fuck you! My sister knows all the actors and the movies they bared themselves in,” Greg explained.

“I say again, you have to introduce me to this horny sister of yours,” Henry said with a wicked grin.

“I wouldn’t let any of you degenerates near my sister. She’d bust your dicks off,” Greg said with a grin.

The table erupted into rowdy laughter.

They got down to the task of eating, but a seed of doubt had been planted.

Henry reviewed his relationship with Brigette as he recalled her reaction to the last intimate photo he’d sent her. Her enthusiasm had been… less than he’d hoped for or expected.

Rick was becoming increasingly nervous about how Steph might react to Marin’s picture. Rick was self-conscious about his lack of size down there and compensated with vigor. She seemed to be less and less appreciative of that. She’d also been on his case about his temper recently.

Kevin was blissfully unaware that Lindsay was reassessing their relationship based on what she heard from her friends.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Greg enjoyed his meal, comforted by the fact that his friends had covered for him, and the coach had to keep quiet or lose his chance to go to the championships. He also had another date lined up with Brian, who enjoyed being treated like the little bitch he was. Greg wasn’t sure how many more dates they’d have as he was getting bored. It might be time to move on. He realized he couldn’t dump Brian too soon, or he might expose Greg as the source of Marin’s photo.

That thought soured his mood. Brian wasn’t that good of a fuck to keep dating him.

All of them knew that there would be scouts watching at the games, so they’d give their best effort.

It was the weekend, so Cassandra could take care of Andre for two days uninterrupted. She expected the first days to be the most difficult for him.

The night before, she’d spoken to his boss and let him know about the accident and that he’d be off his feet for at least a week. The man was thankfully sympathetic and wished Andre a speedy recovery.

There was a moment of awkwardness when Andre needed to use the toilet and insisted he be alone in the bathroom. She’d helped him from the bed and all the way down the hall when he suddenly became stubborn about doing it on his own.

She could hear him gasping and moaning, but when he called her back in, he was dressed in his shorts once more and leaning against the counter. His muscles were trembling, and he looked one second from collapsing, but he’d done it.

This morning she’d given him his pain medication, but he insisted on only one pill. He said he didn’t like how it made his brain feel.

She went out to get the ingredients he listed for her to make dinner. Cassandra was quite aware of her lack of culinary skills. Before Andre came to live with her, her diet had been less than healthy and far more expensive with all the takeout she ordered. Andre set up a weekly menu for them, did all the grocery shopping, and cooked their meals. He was far more organized than she was and far more skilled in the kitchen. She got him to confess that Gloria taught him these life skills as the woman had done nothing herself. Andre had been her slave.

Cassandra fought back another wave of rage and guilt as she thought about Gloria and her father. She knew Andre didn’t blame her, as he’d told her so many times since he’d come to live with her, but she’d never let herself forget how she’d fled and left him behind in that poisonous environment.

When she got home with the groceries, Andre forced himself up into a chair in their small dining area so he could instruct her on preparing their dinner. She wanted him to go back to his bed and rest, but he just shook his head and looked at her with his glassy eyes. Her heart melted, so she gave in.

She made a fairly close approximation to the lasagna Andre made for them, and it went into the oven. Looking over at Andre, she could see his muscles were shaking again, so she helped him back to his bed and eased him down onto it. He shuddered in relief when he was on his back again, then he was out. Just sitting in the chair for an hour had wiped him out. The pill likely assisted with dragging him into sleep, but she had to insist he stay here for at least a few days to let his body recover.

Speaking of his body, he probably needed a shower. His sheets would need a washing tomorrow as well. That was another chore Andre took care of. She was aware he did all these things for her as he had for Gloria, who’d forced the work on him. But for her, he said he wanted to do them. He said there was a big difference. In her moments of self-doubt, she wondered how true that was. Was she taking advantage of the man?

She could do something for him now. She collected a large mixing bowl from the kitchen and filled it with warm water, then she got a facecloth and towel and carried these and the bowl back to the living room. She set it down on the small table next to the sofa bed and got the facecloth wet. She wrung it out and began cleaning Andre’s skin, starting at his face. She slowly made her way down his neck to his shoulders when he started to make sounds. She paused to listen.

He was whimpering!

“no… please…”