My Jock Stepbrother Loves Goth Girls
Guess what I am?
I just happened to be in the right place and at the right time. Or maybe it was planned for me to be there somehow. Either way, it ended with the best sex of my LIFE.
Jeremy, my older stepbrother, was on his phone and video chatting with his best friend from high school who went to another state for college — his friend was loudly describing a recent sexual encounter with — you guessed it — a goth girl.
I stood quietly by Jeremy’s cracked bedroom door, listening intently and feeling turned on by the friend’s story — Jeremy and his friends were all hot. Tall, buff, football players who probably all had amazing stamina. I was short, thin, and apparently Jeremy’s best friend’s type as a little goth girl. As he talked about making a “tough chick squeal” I examined my black nail polish, wondering if anyone ever looked at me as the hot goth girl. I was only in my freshman year at the local university, and I was quiet and reserved…super, duper shy. Maybe I wasn’t the hot goth girl I wanted to be, just the quiet girl who liked black.
Biting my lip, I leaned my head against the wall and felt a shockwave run through my body as Jeremy’s words rang strong through me:
