40. Hell yes to fifa
”You’re only saying that because I just gave you a blowjob,” she says with a smirk on her lips.
“You know that’s not true right?” I ask her seriously even though she’s smiling. She just nods as an answer, lies down on my chest and lets out a pleased sigh.
She fell asleep right there on my chest - slept for a couple of hours and woke up just as tired as before. She even tells me this, before proceeding to get up and do a couple of stretches. She smiles down at me and goes to the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth.
“Just thought I’d sort this mess out,” she laughs quietly before wiping the almost dried cum off my chest. “There we go,” she says when she’s done and pulls up both my boxers and pants. I lift my hips, to get them on all the way before she sips them up.
“Do you want to go down and do something with the guys, or?” I ask - not really knowing what to say after or.
“Sounds good.” She reaches out her hand for me to take and help me of the bed. When I’m standing she ruffles up her hair rubs her eyes. She’s absolutely stunning like this - sleep still in her eyes, a bit of bedhead and her lips all red and puffy from sucking my cock. I take her hand and lead her out of my room and downstairs into the living room.
“Hi guys. You up to anything?” I ask out in the room while giving a little wave. There’s a bit of mumbling and no real answer. I turn on the telly and the PlayStation planted under it, while browsing through their games. I find an old copy of fifa and put it in the PlayStation before getting up from the floor and walking to the couch where Mitch is sitting. I hand Mitch a controller before starting to set my team. I know nothing about football, so I just pick randomly - I know a bit about the game though so I’m quite sure my team’s not completely bonkers.
Mitch and I play a couple of games before the other guys gather around us and Jason starts organizing a tournament. I’m doing alright, but I still believe I have no chance of winning. The first match is between Jason and Jerome. I don’t really know what to do with myself so I get up to get my phone and make some popcorn.
While I wait for the popcorn I tweet out saying: “Loving staying at the guys’ place. Big love to all of them for being so hospitable! x”. The microwave dings and I take out the hot packet, pouring the freshly made popcorn into a large bowl.
When I come back I see that Jerome’s won and now Quentin and Ian are playing. Adam makes grabby hands at the popcorn and I hand the bowl to him. He gives me a big smile and I just shake my head at him. I splay myself on a couch facing the telly from the side. Mitch comes over and sits down in one end and I shuffle around until my head is in his lap. He starts running his hands through my hair and I can feel my cheeks redden as some of the boys look over at us. We’re a sickly gross couple - always touching and talking to each other. I can’t get enough of this silly boy. That’s what he is really - just a man child. I can’t believe how his mom let him move out, because he for sure can’t clean, he can’t cook and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t do his own laundry. I don’t mind doing those things for him - the perfect girlfriend I am.
Quentin wins and now I’m up against Ty. He’s kicking my arse pretty badly just as I predicted, but I actually score a goal. I end up yelling all kinds of bad words at him when he scores and the boys keep laughing. This was a good idea.