shane’s pussy

by plermpt

i hadn’t seen shane since his schizophrenia surfaced three years ago, yet i was sitting with him in my parent’s kitchen circa 1984 (before my dad renovated it) and discussing moving into dennis’s old apartment with him.

shane explained that nan, dennis’s quiet ex-roommate, ceaselessly called him, leaving countless voicemails begging him to sign the lease. nan offered to split his room with shane and promised that he would never be home. they just needed a third person to fill the last bedroom, and shane was trying to convince me to split it with someone.

i looked out of my parent’s kitchen window and saw two tan girls sitting on the stoop gossiping, and thought about how much i love my parent’s kitchen.

shane was naked cooking a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes. his movements were slow and measured: he didn’t let the bacon cook for too long on either side; he didn’t beat the eggs or the pancakes one beat more than they needed. i thought that splitting a room in dennis’s old apartment would be a betrayal. i told shane that if i really wanted to move i could live for free in my parent’s kitchen as long as i ate their dinners.

whether accidental or purposeful shane lifted his legs and revealed a softly shaven, white pussy. the edges around his asshole were faded brown. i looked deeply into his pussy and just as quickly as his legs went up they came down. he walked back to the stove and continued to cook breakfast. i thought, ‘it wouldn’t be so bad to fuck shane.’ then i thought, ‘shane and i should fuck. does my dad care if we fuck? maybe my dad wants to fuck shane too. it would be fun to fuck shane. i didn’t know shane had a pussy. what would be wrong about fucking shane?’

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