Meet Luke. He was once the rich kid who'd just been gifted his first car, and now he doesn't even own a bike. He's also slumming it in a house full of ungrateful siblings and his first trip to the Food-bank gave him some goddamn emotional scars. Life is getting better though, and he's acing it at college, as well as making some brilliant new friends. Well except for that stuck up twatwaffle Ryan who won't talk to him and refuses to like his brilliant social media posts....
The first book in the new London Series. This series will follow the ups and downs of three couples living extraordinary ordinary London lives.
The gym was busy as always, a few people huddled over by the water dispenser, and there was muffled giggling coming through from the weights room, where I could see all the girls in our class bent over staring at the phone in Danielle’s hand. Well, all except Bridget, who stormed out and barged past me without saying hello.
“What did you do to Bridget?” I asked, squeezing down on the last remaining place on the bench and huffing in disappointment when Danielle pressed the screen against her chest and glared at me like I’d interrupted something private. I probably had, but as always, I didn’t have the sense to care.
“You don’t want to see this,” she said, an odd mix of excited and horrified.
“Why? Is it porn or something?” I didn’t know why I said these things, but Inez looked like she was about to cry.
The other girl, whose name I momentarily couldn’t remember, whispered, “Go on, show him.”
It was a shitty thing to do. A shitty thing to show any human being. Danielle shoved her phone in my face, and right there, filling the entire screen, someone’s arse was being pounded by one of the thickest dicks I’d ever seen. The sound was off, but from the way the owner of the arse was shaking, it must have bloody hurt. Not that the guy attached to the dick seemed to care, letting his thing slide in and out of the slick hole, which gaped and then clenched before the guy brutally shoved his dick back in.
They were two guys, that was clear. A sculpted stomach came into view as the bloke on the bottom was flipped over, and a curved dick bounced against his stomach.
I realised I was blushing, my face flaming in embarrassment. Not for me, because…it was porn. Gay porn, admittedly, but still porn. I really wasn’t into this kind of stuff in public, and anyway, who watched porn with a bunch of girls?
“Put that shit away before Mr Greenwood comes in and has you thrown out. For fuck’s sake, Danielle!”
“You need to watch it to the end,” she insisted, thrusting the phone back in my face.
“I really don’t want to.” I got up to leave, but Inez grabbed my arm and pushed me back down.
“You should know,” she said, turning even paler. “I don’t agree with Danielle showing it, but someone needs to tell him.”
“Tell me what?”
“No, not you. Someone needs to talk to Ryan.”
“For fuck’s sake.” I was in no way a worldly guy, but seriously?
“Ladies, I’m sure as a gay man, Ryan knows where to find gay porn if he feels the need. I’m not going to go tell him that you girls found gay porn on the big ugly web and feel the need to warn him there are men out there who want to stick their dick up his arse.”
“Who wants to stick their dick up my arse?”
That was Ryan, thank God, because I didn’t want to explain this shit on my own.
“The girls found porn on the web, and it’s done something to their brains.”
I was expecting him to laugh, but instead, he turned around and left the room.
“What’s going on?” I called after him as Danielle once again thrust the phone back in my face.
And on the screen was none other than Ryan, sticking his tongue out with a cheeky wink before swallowing some guy’s dick down his throat.
About the Author . . .
Sophia Soames should be old enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.
Her long-suffering husband just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.
She lives in a creaky old house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.
Discovering that the stories in her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis ever, and she hopes it may long continue.
Find me on social media @sophiasoames on all platforms
Christina Stern is a Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram
Aurelia Morris is a cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums under more aliases that she can keep track of.
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